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The Traveler's Blessing
Chapter 2: Ascension Day
Octavia
When she reached the tower, the guards out front tried to bar her entry. Her response was a snarl and two swift jabs to the guard on the left, as the guard on the right shifted to lodge his spear into her, she ducked under his swing and rammed her knee into his groin. As he collapsed to his knees she leapt over him by using his shoulders as a spring board.
Her feet barely touched the ground as she dashed through the guards who were drawn by the commotion. She used a combination of punches and kicks to forcibly removed all opposition in her path. She was a woman on a mission and she would not be deterred. After she fought through what felt like an army, she finally made it to the stairs.
More guards were rushing down them. She would never make it at this rate. So she did the only thing that she could, she drew her sword, sliced the back of the first guard's knee as he came upon her, and flattened herself against the wall. He went down hard and the other guards tumbled down the stairs as they tripped over him. A manic grin spread across her face as she raced up the, now empty, stairs.
Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaved as her breath came in harsh pants, and her legs felt like rubber by the time she reached the right floor. She didn't think she could move any further then a gunshot rang out. She bolted down the hall and turned the corner as a second shot was fired. She saw the commander moving toward Clarke's room. She dug deep and ran faster when she saw the commander pulling the door open.
Just as the commander started to enter the room she slammed into Lexa, tackling her to the ground. The bullet that whizzed through the doorway grazed Octavia's arm as she fell on top of the commander. An enraged growl drew Octavia's attention to the doorway and was surprised to see Clarke launch herself back into the room.
Sounds of a scuffle and muffled swearing trickled out of the room and as she lay there on top of the commander, dying of exhaustion, she shouted, "Give 'em hell Griff."
"Okteiv-" The commander was unprepared for Octavia to give her a hug and then, with effort, roll off of her. "are you well?"
She didn't even try to fight the smile as it spread across her face at how confused the commander sounded. "I am, Heda."
Another gun shot pierced the air and the pained grunt that followed spurned her into action. "Oh hell no." She snarled as she rose from the ground, ignoring her burning muscles as well as Lexa, and kicked the doors open. Her eyes immediately locked onto some bald guy aiming a gun at Clarke and Murphy, the later had a bullet wound in his leg, was covered in minor cuts, and had a spattering of dark bruises on his skin; Clarke had a ring of bruises around her throat. As Octavia started to reach for her sword, she stilled when she heard the man speak."Move and she dies."
"Drop the gun or I'll drop you." Octavia shivered at the simmering fury and the deadly promise in the commander's tone.
"Leksa I-" He was cut off as a sword, the very same one that Octavia had been reaching for, was lodged into his lower leg. As he fell to one knee, the commander had crossed the room in half a second, grabbed his wrist and twisted it so hard the bones snapped. He let go of the gun and as soon as it hit the ground, the commander kicked it away from him.
"Guards!"
"Please Leksa let me expl-" He let out a whimper as the sword in his leg was yanked out by the commander. As he attempted to open his mouth she held the blade to his throat, her next words made him go deathly pale. "One more sound and I'll cut your tongue out. Guards!"
Just as the commander is about to yell again, four guards rush into the room. Octavia was quick to get out of their way. "Daxos, Ram put Titus in a cage until I say otherwise and make sure Rago attends to him." She waits until they've dragged him out before issuing more orders, "Grath summon Alton. Zoran cut the skayon loose."
"M-Murphy," Clarke's voice is little more than a croak as she rubs her throat, "His name is Murphy, Lex. And Octavia I'm so glad-" The blonde lets out a squeak as Octavia glomps her and proceeds to squeeze the air from her lungs. "-to see you." Octavia's heart lurches when she feels Clarke squeeze back just as tightly. When she pulls back, those bright blue eyes are suspiciously watery. "O, you're bleeding."
"Ha," She had missed Clarke so much and as usual the blonde was too busy worrying about everyone else. "Its just a flesh wound."
"That fucking asshole almost killed you."
"Then its a good thing I've got Wanheda on my side." Octavia didn't even feel the smack to her the shoulder that wasn't injured. How could I have thought that she'd just abandon us to the likes of Pike? I'm going to kill that bald asshole myself, if Lexa doesn't.
"Clarke, I'm just glad that you and your commander weren't hurt, much." She broke out into stitches of laughter at seeing the mighty Wanheda flush red and her laughter only increased when she saw that the commander's cheeks were just as red.
Clarke was the first to recover, she spluttered, "T-That...w-we're... fuck, you can't tell my mom."
Tears were streaming down her face as she gasped for breath. Her stomach was starting to hurt from her laughter. It took a little while before her laughter tapered off and as her tears dried she said, "My lips are sealed but," She leveled her best glare at the commander, "they'll never find your body if you hurt her again."
A solemn nod and then, "It won't come to that, Okteivia."
"So can I help you kill that bald asshole?" The light hearted mood plummeted at her question and brought the focus back on to more serious matters.
The commander collapsed onto the bed and just lay there for a moment before she loosed a frustrated sigh and sat up to focus her attention on Octavia. "He is the fleimkeipa. It won't be easy."
Murphy scoffed, "Can't you-" He winced as Clarke pressed a bandage over the hole in his leg. "-like, train a new one?"
When everyone's attention was on him, Clarke was glaring, he belatedly realized that he'd sounded like he usually did, an asshole. He shifted nervously away from the looming Zoran who was glaring fiercely at him but otherwise didn't so much as twitch.
"Its fine Zoran." The commander absentmindedly waved the woman off, Zoran instantly exited the room and closed the doors on her way out. "That is precisely why it will be hard to kill him. It would take eight summers to train a new fleimkeipa. Half of that time is spent in intensive training; physical and mental. The other half is spent learning the history and secrets of the commanders."
"You mean like the fact that the first commander crashed to earth in an escape pod from polaris?" The whole room went silent at his sarcastic retort. Both Octavia and Clarke looked at him like he'd grown a second head but he was far from done. "The thirteenth station that would have been part of the ark and which basically means the first commander was Skaikru. If that's the requirement for the job, I could be the flame keeper."
"You'll need more training but that can be arranged." Now everyone was looking at the commander then Murphy started laughing, Clarke and Octavia remained silent.
The two shared a look, they both knew a lot more about the grounders, or Lexa in Clarke's case, than Murphy. And as soon as Murphy's laughter trailed off their suspicions were proven correct as the commander addressed Murphy. "Its too dangerous for you to know that much about the commanders and not become the fleimkeipa. If anyone suspected that you hold the secrets of the commanders, they would capture you, torture you, and then kill you. The moment Titus decided to keep you in the shrine, he sealed your fate. You'll become the fleimkeipa or die, Murphy of the sky people."
"What about Clarke and Octavia?" He asked, sounding strangely resigned to his fate.
"Klark is Wanheda, many fear her and none would wish to cross her. And Okteivia was trained under Indra, she can handle herself." No one was more surprised at hearing praise from the commander than Octavia, who was practically glowing.
"Damn right I can handle myself. I had to fight my way across the ground floor and then run up the stairs like a bat out of hell." She said just as the doors were pushed open and four people entered the room.
"My apologies for the delay commander," The man who spoke bowed and straightened before, "many of the guards were injured during the apparent rampage of a small demon."
Octavia's smile became a wide grin at hearing his words. Clarke snorted but otherwise kept her attention on Murphy's bleeding leg. The commander's eyes twinkled with amusement. Murphy rolled his eyes.
"Alton please assist Klark with Murphy, he was held as Titus's prisoner and tortured." She gestured to the corner where both were located, Alton immediately shuffled over to them. "Zoran send messengers to the blockade to inform the other generals that General Indra will lead in my stead until my arrival. Also send a messenger to the ambassadors for an emergency meeting at first light. Grath have rooms prepared for Okteivia and Murphy. Indra, your seken will be under my protection and will have safe passage through the blockade."
Indra, Grath, and Zoran bowed their heads and left, closing the doors behind them. The commander shifted so that she was sitting with her legs crossed. "Okteivia I know you were displeased with my decision regarding the Skaikru and I'm aware of your argument with Klark because of it. I'm curious as to why you came back?"
Octavia almost said that she knew that Clarke was going to be killed and that the commander would practically die with her but stopped as she still had no idea how she wound up in the past. For all she knew this was a dream but if it wasn't...she needed to proceed with caution."Clarke never showed, that isn't the Clarke that I know. Because the Clarke that I know will do what she says she will. I had to come back. I really am glad the neither of you were hurt too badly. Except Murphy, he got a taste of his own medicine."
"Go float yourself Blake." He spat, only to start whimpering when Clarke was a little too rough with the needle as she pushed it through his skin. "Stay still Murphy."
"Raven complained less when Clarke's mom operated on her without knocking her out first, you don't get to whine or be all butt hurt." She fired back. Even with what she knew about Murphy she would never like the guy very much, he was still a dick.
"Thank you for saving my life, Okteivia."
Before Octavia could respond there was a strangled exclamation from Clarke, her voice was rough, "Oh sure she gets the gratitude for saving you. All I get are lectures about how inevitable your death is."
"You should not be speaking so much, Wanheda. The damage to your throat will be made worse." He quailed under Clarke's unimpressed glare but she refocused her attention on suturing Murphy's wound closed.
Octavia simply nodded at the commander and then promptly collapsed into the nearest chair, letting out an exhausted sigh. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the commander swiping a hand under her eyes, Octavia swore then and there to always have Lexa's back; even if she didn't agree with some of the commander's decisions. She fought against the exhaustion that made her eyelids droop but it was futile.
Clarke and Lexa
Her throat was killing her. Every minuscule movement made it throb and her headache wasn't helping matters at all. But she pushed it back as she worked with the healer, Alton, on Murphy's many wounds. It was even worse than it looked. I knew Titus was a bastard but even Murphy doesn't deserve this.
Murphy also sported fading bruises on his throat as well as numerous others that were still a purple-blue that told her they were only a few hours old. His face was a mess of small cuts and there was blood everywhere. Several of his bones were broken.
As she worked, she was hyper-aware of Lexa's presence behind her and out of the corner of her eye she saw Octavia had made herself comfortable. She was just as grateful to Octavia as Lexa was for coming back to the tower. When she had rushed to the door and saw Lexa stepping through it she didn't think, she just leapt in front of her; fully expecting to die.
Instead she'd toppled backwards through the doors. The sight that greeted her was so unexpected, Octavia had somehow saved her and Lexa. That's when a surge of rage exploded outward and she launched herself back into the room. It wasn't one of her brightest ideas but there was no way she'd let Titus get away with almost killing Lexa and Octavia.
There was a slight shake in her hands as she set her tools aside after the last suture. "Rest as much as you can and try not to rip your stitches."
"Whatever you say princess." She was tempted to stab him with the needle and just as her resolve wavered the doors were pushed open for the millionth time.
Grath and Zoran stopped just inside the room. Grath spoke first, "Heda, the rooms are ready."
Zoran simply nodded to Lexa and stood at attention awaiting further orders.
"Grath you will help Murphy to his room. Alton please see to Okteivia's injuries, Zoran you will carry Okteivia to her room when he's finished." The three grounders nodded at their commander and set about their tasks. By the time Clarke had processed the chaos of the last forty minutes, Lexa had vanished from the room.
"Wanheda, please allow me to treat your injuries." His voice was too loud and she did her best to not recoil. When she looked at him, she saw warm brown eyes drowning her with concern and a touch of fear.
"Give me your bag." She said and before he could protest, she snatched it from the floor. As she was striding towards the doors she passed the chair that Octavia had crashed in. "Zoran," The woman raised an eyebrow in response. "Please move Octavia to the couch. She can stay here."
She didn't wait for the woman to acknowledge her as she exited her room and headed straight for Lexa's. The hall wasn't very long but it seemed to stretch on for an eternity before she reached her destination. Daxos and Ram were standing to either side of the doors and both of them tensed as she approached. They shift to bar her from entry but before she can say anything the taller of the pair, Daxos, speaks, his voice was low and his gray eyes intense, "Wanheda, be careful."
And with that they let her pass. The sight that greeted her on the other side of the doors made her chest constrict painfully. She stood frozen as her eyes swept around the sheer amount of destroyed furniture with specks of black blood splattered across all of it. At the center of the destruction, it looked like a hurricane had tore through the room, Lexa was sat with two short swords across her lap, each hilt had smears of black staining the pristine white leather grips, and on each of the swords was a braid; one of them was Anya's.
She wanted to ask who the swords belonged to but deep down, she knew. Her steps were taken with care as she moved toward Lexa and as she got closer, she saw more signs of Lexa's distress. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her hands had a death grip on a black bow that Clarke hadn't seen from the door way, and when she finally stood before Lexa, her green eyes were hollow and unseeing. But what broke everything inside of Clarke was Lexa's near silent, almost reverent, chanting of the same phrase over and over. "To be commander is to be alone; love is weakness."
"Lex." Despite the body wide tremble, her voice didn't betray how much Lexa was scaring her right now. But her terror only increased when there was no visible reaction from the commander or any pause in her chant.
The next thing she tried to do got her a response in the from of a growl as she had reached for the bow that Lexa held. As soon as she retracted her hands Lexa settled again and resumed chanting. She couldn't hold back her tears as she took several steps back to think about how to get through to Lexa. She was frustrated and as much as she thought she knew about the commander, she could only grasp at straws as to why Lexa was like this.
She considered trying to slap some sense into the woman but instantly dismissed that idea as she knew that Lexa wasn't all there. And if Clarke became a threat to her, it would lead to an automatic adrenaline fueled response that Lexa would have no control over. But as the minutes passed her heart sunk at the prospect of having to literally knock some sense into Lexa.
After a few more moments of deliberation, she decided the best approach was to use the same one that she used when hunting panthers; to use herself as bait. Once her mind was made up she acted. Her steps were quick and sure as she rushed Lexa, snatched the short swords from her lap, and jumped as far back as she could. She ended up near the bed.
A low hiss was Clarke's only warning before Lexa was closing in on her, the bow still grasped firmly in hand and raised high in preparation to strike. She tossed the swords to the ground and crouched low, waiting. At the last possible second she sprung up and caught Lexa around the waist as the bow slashed through the air toward her. For a split second her mind registered sharp shooting pains in her arms as she halted Lexa's momentum then with all of her strength she lifted Lexa off of the ground and they both toppled onto the bed.
The impact stunned both of them. Lexa recovered first, her eyes were still hollow and unseeing as she struggled to lash out at the Azgeda gona attacking her. "I won't let them take you Kost, run!"
But to her horror, she was unable to move as something was pinning her in place. And no matter how much she writhed or called for help, none came. She watches helplessly as the gonakru drag Costia further and further away from her. The thought that no one should have known where they were heading, won't cross her mind for years to come.
[I know they say that the space between, can make it stronger than we've ever seen, they might be right but I disagree, cause I've never felt stronger than when you're with me.]
Her heart stopped beating as the Skaikru leader pulled a braid from her pocket. She wanted nothing more than to breakdown right then but pushed it back as she accepted the braid. "Shof op, Indra. Anya was my mentor before I was called to lead my people."
She can't look into those intense blue eyes anymore, she glances down at the braid and gently places it on her throne."Did she die well?"
"Yes by my side. Trying to get a message to you."
"Ste yuj." The rasp of metal echos loudly in her ears, the blade is steady in her hands as she brings it level with his chest.
"Yu gonplei ste odon." She must look like a monster to the Skaikru as she slowly slides the blade home. They will never know how her heart is irrevocably broken as she kills the last of her family, the last of her people to ever bother to get to know Leksa.
[I wanna be so far gone in you, so far nothing else will ever do, I wanna be so far gone in you, in you...]
"Everyone always leaves me." She whispers as her struggles abruptly cease. She does not expect a response but the one that comes, she latches onto with every ounce of her strength as more memories flash across her vision, "No way."
The ground quakes as the pauna leaps over the wall and lands in a crouch on the other side. She pushes back the bile at seeing Penn being pummeled to death and thrown aside as the beast easily scales the pile of rocks.
Her ears ring as bullets rip through the air. A rock flies at them and more shots are fired before she sees the beast topple backwards. For a moment they breath a little easier then with a deafening snarl its head pops back up and they run. Tremors travel through the ground as it chases them across its feeding grounds. When they reach a dead end, she is quite impressed and worried as she watches Klark jump over the rail. With only a moment of hesitation, she follows and lands badly. Her shoulder impacts the solid stone and a grunt of pain is forced from her.
[I've stood alone and I've fallen down, your hands were there to pick me off the ground, sometimes I cry cause I can't believe, your love is big enough to cover me.]
She knows she's going to die, she is the commander, it was bound to happen eventually. Impossibly she is lifted off the stone and being pulled along by Klark. As they hobble toward a small opening in the wall ahead of them, she swears she can feel the beast's breath on her neck.
Klark moves through the opening first and as she follows, Klark turns back to assist her through. The beast catches her leg with its hand and yanks her backwards. Her hand locks onto the edge of the opening, the beast tugs on her leg, "Leave me!"
"No way!"
The crackle and pop of burning wood harmonizes with the endless loop of the single word in her head: Never. She curses the weakness that Klark has sparked in her. She knows that Klark didn't mean that she'd never leave her, they barely knew each other. But no matter how hard her head told her no, her heart said yes. A far off snarl of rage jarred Klark from her sleep and as she shot up right, Lexa was quick to reassure her, "Its okay. You're safe."
When her vision clears of memories, she is afraid of what she'll find this time. Therefore she is unprepared to feel a warm body pinning her to a bed, her bed. The person with their arms around her was singing, their voice was barely a whisper but she would recognize it anywhere. "Some times I wonder why you even care, cause even when I leave you're always there with me, and like a candle makes a brighter place, this mark you've made on me can't be erased."
"D-Did I hurt you?" She has never felt so uncertain about the answer she would hear. The last time this happened, she put twelve guards in the infirmary.
"Uh," Klark's hesitation is the last straw for Lexa and she can't suppress the sob that breaks free of her control. "no. I've fought panthers more ferocious than you, commander raccoon."
She swallows her laughter and tries, and fails, to keep a smile from spreading across her face. "Mockery is not the product of a strong mind, Klark."
"But your war paint totally makes you look like angry raccoon and just so you know, I happen to find raccoons to be very cute." She almost doesn't hear the tremble in Klark's tone, almost. But she was too focused on Klark's voice to notice how firm Klark's grip on her was. "We don't have to talk about anything tonight."
"Ai hod yu in." The sharp in take of breath from Klark told her that her skaifaya's grasp of Trig was good.
With zero hesitation, Lexa heard the very words that she had given up on ever hearing again, least of all from Klark and certainly not after the deal she struck with the Maunon. "I love you too."
Octavia
Her teeth hurt from how much she'd been grinding them together since her departure from Polis with Indra. Clarke had never showed and if she were honest with herself, it hurt to have her sinking suspicion confirmed; that Clarke would choose to abandon the arkers in their hour of need. She was angry and swore that if she ever saw the Princess again; she'd kill her.
For the entire harrowing journey from Polis to Arkadia along side Indra, her thoughts were a litany of the same thing; Clarke made her choice, I can't do this on my own, and we need Clarke. She was relieved when the sun finally set, Indra wouldn't be able to see the tears that rolled down her face. She also felt horrible for what she said to get Clarke to come back with her. And she was maybe just a little too quick to judge Lexa for what she'd decided. She probably would've done the same.
"I hope you kept your skills sharp second." Indra's voice pulled her out of her miserable thoughts. She instantly pressed against the nearest tree and disappeared into its shadow. A moment later and she heard the footsteps pass by the tree. As she steadied her breathing, she slowly unsheathed her sword and leapt from the shadows.
She was drifting in a haze of red. There was nothing else and she could barely function. But as soon as she saw him, she brought the red to the surface and it was a beautiful sight. The others tried to stop her but then he told them not to interfere. His attempts to help her only spurned her on. "You're dead to me."
No one tried to stop her when she headed for the cave's exit. The air was cold against her skin but she felt nothing. Her world was colorless. All she wanted was to gut Pike and string him up on a tree. Or push him into the mountain's acid fog. She was going to kill Pike, even if it killed her.
Her body was cold, inside and out, but the tears were hot against her skin. She felt sick that she was shedding tears for Bell. He played his part in Lincoln's death. How could she both love and hate him?
"Your fight is over." The commander's tone was devoid of emotion as she lowered the torch to the pyre and Octavia hated her for it. In fact a cold rage made its home in her heart. It was their fault; Clarke and Lexa. After they got the all clear from the commander and re-initiated into the coalition, she was going to find a way to kill them both. First Clarke for siding with Lexa and then Lexa for leaving them to die in the mountain, for putting a kill order on Lincoln, and for the blockade.
Her plans were derailed when the commander addressed the crowd outside of Arkadia. "Skaikru, you have earned the right to live. You have yet to earn back your place in my coalition. Pike was a good start but it won't be enough. The blockade and the kill order will remain in effect until all of your fayogon are destroyed. Marcus Kane is now your chancellor, any who refute this and wish to lead the Skaikru will have to fight and kill me in single combat."
They heard the thundering hooves approaching as soon as they tumbled over the marker for the blockade. Her breath felt like razors cutting her throat as she heaved herself onto her feet and as she helped Kane up, the rider emerged from the trees. It was the commander. Even though she was looking death in the eye she couldn't help but think that Lexa's war paint made her look like an angry raccoon.
"Come, Reivon needs our help."
Both her and Kane stared at the commander in shock but neither had the time to process anything as the commander ordered her gona to place Raven's unconscious form on the back of her horse. Her and Kane did the only thing that they could, they ran along side the commander's horse barely keeping pace with her. But Octavia would be damned if she let anything else happen to Raven.
She was drifting in and out of consciousness as she sunk to the floor. During one longer stretch of consciousness, worry consumed her when she saw Raven recoil from the screens. The mechanic looked anywhere but at Lexa's body that was slumped against the wall on the other side of her improvised hacking device; there was black blood oozing between the commander's fingers, it contrasted sharply with her white knuckles. As the blackness returned to claim her, she thought she heard the most terrifying snarl echo around the room.
She shot awake, her heart was in her mouth as sweat dripped down the side of her neck, and the air burned her nostrils as though chips of ice were being shoved up her nose. In fact wherever she was, it was freezing. A gust of wind passed directly over her and that's when she heard the chattering of her teeth. It was dark, other than a few lit candles that she could see by the bed. What the...? Candles?
As she placed both feet on the ground, she instantly yanked them back up as the stone floor was even colder than the air. She debated whether or not to just go back to sleep and figure out where she was, in the morning. But the call of the luxurious bed was too much to ignore and as she once more braved the cold stone, everything came rushing back. Holy fuck! This is Clarke's room in Polis.
When she pinched herself it hurt more than it had in the market. Ow. Way to go branwada, you forgot about the bullet you took for the commander. The tears that spilled over were stupidly, ridiculously, happy ones. She was actually really happy that she got grazed by a bullet because it meant that this mind boggling adventure was real, she had went back in time.
All thoughts of sleep were firmly driven out of her head as she walked swiftly to the door and as she closed her hand around the handle, the true magnitude of being a legit time traveler hit her like the ark crashing to earth. She numbly retracted her hand from the handle and turned back to the room. She walked robotically to the bed and flopped down on it. Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute.
What the actual fuck am I going to do? I can't tell anyone, they'll never believe me. And the fuck is this possible?! Fuck I really wish Raven wasn't a chipped zombie right now...oh fuck Raven. And Lincoln...
She stopped herself right there. She was not going to even entertain that thought because even if he was still alive at this point, there was no way they'd make it in time. She couldn't breath. She couldn't scream, she tried but no sound escaped her. Her chest was heavy and with each passing second, sharp stabbing pain lanced through it. She was getting dizzy and as the edges of her vision started going fuzzy, she heard the doors fly open. There were voices, she heard voices but they were too distant to make out.
"Don't crowd her." The voice was calm and eased the agonizing pains in her chest. She knew that voice, it was Clarke. "O, can you take a deep breath for me?"
Her jaw refused to budge. She shook her head.
"Yes you can. Its easy. Focus on Lexa."
As her eyes shifted to the commander, the most vibrant green drew her in, she was captivated. "Good you're doing great, O. Now take a breath when she does."
Her eyes shifted from the green to the steady rise and fall of the commander's chest.
Awareness, beyond the sensation of fear and helplessness, returned to her slowly as it did she could hear Clarke speaking calmly to her but her sole focus was on breathing with Lexa. "Keep it up, O. You're doing great."
She was extremely grateful to already be laying down because she was so tired. After a few more moments she tore her attention from the commander and shifted it to the ceiling above the bed. Her voice was a whisper, "Damn Clarke. If I didn't know commander heart eyes only had them for you, I'd let her top me anytime."
"Over my dead body." Clarke hissed under her breath. Then she spoke much louder, "I know that's probably your way of avoiding the subject but what caused the panic attack?"
"Pike arrested Lincoln and the other Trikru that were in Arkadia for medical treatment...they're probably dead." She fought to keep her tears back, she wasn't very successful.
"Octavia listen to me," She nodded for Clarke to continue. "if Pike's done anything to Lincoln or the Trikru in Arkadia. I'll introduce him to the wrath of Wanheda."
She shivered at the palpable fury that made Clarke's every word feel like a fist to the gut. But what made it worse was the resigned weariness that she saw in Clarke's blue eyes.
"Thanks Griff."
As soon as she assured them that she was okay and they left, she curled up under the furs. She did not sleep as it felt like she was falling endlessly in a pit of despair. What if by saving Clarke and Lexa...I won't be able to save Lincoln.
Octavia fucking Blake for the win.
If you have questions about this story please be aware that I may not and or will not answer some of them. Because chances are they'll be explained further on in the story.
Songs in this chatper: So Far Gone by Thousand Foot Krutch
Trigedasleng Translations (Once again if you don't know what a word is in the chapter let me know and I'll add it to the translations):
skaifaya: Star
branwada: fool
