"Wait, wait, wait, so you mean to tell me...King Roan of the Ice Nation, the same nation that has tried to kill us before, wants to meet us here to talk about Skaikru and Azgeda issues?" Monty said, his face contorted in worry as he held Harper's hand tightly. Jasper stood off to the side, not looking mad or happy about this news. In fact, he looked very nonchalant. Eden knew she should probably be worried about that, but considering it was Jasper, she knew it was best to just leave him to his own devices.

"Look, all they told me is he wants to discuss us still being the thirteenth clan with no Commander there except for Roan. Apparently he took over," Raven shrugged.

"But he's not a natblida," Harper pointed out.

"Azgeda's taken Polis by force. The clans will listen to Roan. He's smart and makes a good leader. But where's the Flame? Does Clarke still have it?" Eden asked.

"She should, but it's not like we have a nightblood on standby. Luna shoved them out, remember?" Raven snorted.

Jasper stiffened. Seeing as he was there, it would only make sense that he felt the most sensitive about it. Apparently, ALIE had beaten them all there and got most of them chipped which ended with a lot of Luna's people dead. Being frightened, she sent them all away and refused to take the Flame. It somewhat annoyed Eden still, especially now since Azgeda had the upper hand. With all her sudden nerves for the king who, according to Raven, she had truly never met before, he was now marching towards Arkadia. They really needed a Commander now.

"So what do we do?" Monty asked.

"Get ready? Everyone's coming back, including Azgeda, so I think the best thing to do is...get prepared," Raven said. "If I were you, I'd clear out the mess hall so we can all talk there. Clarke'll want it to be like some kind of public forum. You know how she gets." Nodding simultaneously, the four disappeared, leaving Raven to continue to work with the computer. Despite her knowing everyone was safe, she still felt it better to have it online rather than off, especially when strangers were literally marching onto their territory as they spoke.

Eden was in her own mind as they worked, shoving chairs back into their place and fixing the mess that was left when ALIE overran Arkadia. This all made no sense. Why couldn't Roan just leave them be? Give the woods to Skaikru for the hunt and leave them in Arkadia? Azgeda was cruel and deadly, as far as she was concerned. She remembered what they had done to Mount Weather. She remembered the fact that Roan had taken Clarke hostage just to turn her into Lexa for his own freedom. She grumbled to herself.

"Always stuck in that little head of yours, Lockwood?" Jasper grunted as he passed her, holding two chairs to set down at one of the tables that was flipped onto its head.

"Just thinking out loud is all," Eden replied, rolling her eyes.

"Alright if I probe a little?"

Eden smiled. Her and Jasper have never really been close, but that didn't take away from the contentedness of his personality. Pretty much anyone could talk to him; although, they'd probably get annoyed ten minutes into the conversation since Jasper had that affect. Eden was tired of being stuck in her own head, too.

"Why wouldn't Roan want to discuss Azgeda and Skaikru matters there? Why here? What makes this place so special? I've got a bad feeling about this. That Echo girl might be talking right into his ear to try and convince him to just execute all of us. She was the reason Mount Weather was destroyed along with half our people. She was the reason Pike went insane and decided to loathe all grounders and kill Lincoln! I don't trust them. I don't want them in our territory."

"But...don't you want peace?"

Eden snorted. "Of course I do, but I want to discuss peace with someone willing to listen. Azgeda doesn't exactly strike me as the conversing type. If anything, they are marching here just to start another war. I am so sick of fighting. After Anya and her army, Mount Weather, and now ALIE...I just wish we could have, like, a summer break."

Jasper chuckled fondly, nodding along. "Trust me, Lockwood. I do, too."

The four of them continued to move around, listening to the dull background beat of Monty's radio. The music wasn't really Eden's type, but it made a good enough distraction to keep her from thinking about Roan. For some reason, he was the specific Ice Nation person unable to be shaken from her thoughts. She tried to excuse it as him being a tyrant and the new unfair ruler of Polis, but deep down she knew that wasn't it.

Raven's words were still haunting her; she said they'd never met before, but Eden was sure she had seen Roan's face sometime before all of this stuff happened, before Clarke was even Wanheda. It just didn't make any sense. She thought of confronting him about it, but he would probably just call her crazy. Or, if anything, he'd have his guard kill her for being aggressive. Eden solemnly wondered if Echo would be excited in being able to murder Eden Lockwood of all people. She was the spoiled brat of the original 100.

"They'll be here by dawn," Monty said, grunting as he moved a table back into place. "I'd say we should get a lot of rest, but I doubt anyone will be sleeping tonight."

"Nah, I'll sleep like a baby," Jasper smirked.

"I'm kind of scared," Harper sighed, gripping onto Monty's hand feebly. "After ALIE, I just...none of this seems right. Clarke and Bellamy might be leading us right into another trap!"

"It's not like they have much of a choice," Monty reminded. "They're pretty much surrounded by grounders over there."

"Not only that, Azgeda is in charge now," Jasper sang. "It's like one big train wreck."

"Why don't we just go to bed?" Eden suddenly interrupted. "Um...Monty's right. We should get our rest. Clarke won't be happy if we're all falling asleep at the meeting tomorrow. I'll finish up here. You all go ahead." They all stared at her for a long while, probably debating on whether to take her seriously or not. After giving them another stern look, they finally dispersed. Jasper whistled merrily as he disappeared from the mess hall, able to leave Eden to just her thoughts and Monty's crummy radio, which was now playing a slow song played on the piano.

Maybe Harper was right. Maybe Bellamy and Clarke really were moving them in the direction of another battle that would end up with more of Eden's friends killed. She couldn't handle much more. She remembered when Finn had died; she had been a wreck. Ever since then, Eden tried her hardest to handle loss with a high head, but it never really ended that way. Even now, after all these years, she was simply just a sensitive person.

Flipping the last chair on its feet, she looked around. Everything was finished. Now she could sleep and wait for the arrival of her people and Azgeda in the morning. She wondered what was going to happen. She prayed nobody would end up dead. Shaking her head, she disappeared behind the bar looking around. She clicked her tongue once she found a bottle of moonshine. It seemed to be the last one. Shaking it to see how much of its contents were left, she got to her feet and wandered to her quarters. Thankfully, it wasn't too far from the mess hall. Once she was inside, she slid the door shut and went to plop down on her lopsided bed. It had been broken for about a month now after a one night stand with one of the guards who was off duty. She was far too embarrassed to get it fixed, despite knowing Monty or Bellamy could get it back to normal in a giffy.

Leaning back on the lower half, she popped open the bottle and took a sip. Her mind was swimming. She wished Clarke were here to calm her nerves. This was all just too much for Eden to handle. Dealing with ALIE was one thing, and it was a terrible thing. She caused pain to a lot of people, and she even managed to take their lives when they refused to obey. Now they were negotiating with practical terrorists. Azgeda will not compromise. They will not stand down. To hell with Skaikru's superior weapons; Azgeda could win on fear mongering alone.

She took another sip, already feeling slightly hazy from the strong alcohol, not to mention she had little to no tolerance. Swashing it around her mouth as if it were mouthwash, she set the bottle aside and turned over to sleep, her mind thankfully going blank. The world washed away, along with her fears of tomorrow. Her brain remained alive, however, gifting her a dream that left her more confused than before. It was familiar, almost like a memory. Well, it was a memory. Eden could tell exactly what was going on and what was going to happen next because she experienced this already.

"Does danger just follow you around?" Lincoln hissed, pulling Eden back by her arm to prevent her from looking over the brush again and ruining their cover. Octavia remained on her other side, clutching Eden's shoulder tightly as she watched the enemy with an eager look in her beautiful eyes. Eden didn't feel fear, despite knowing this had been a terrifying situation to endure. "We aren't supposed to attack. Bellamy just wanted us to observe."

"I don't know why I'm even here," Eden hissed back.

"Medic," Octavia said simply. "If we're gonna get to the others and they're hurt, at least they'll have a better chance with you on our side."

"Remind me again how a search party needed a search party?"

"They were looking for Clarke, per Bellamy's orders. They stopped communicating about two hours in their mission, and I know they were close enough for range," Octavia shook her head. "I've got a real bad feeling about this, Lincoln. This isn't right." Lincoln nodded to her over Eden's shoulders. The trio of burly men, not one of them recognized, finally disappeared on the other side. Lincoln urged them to track them, so sure they knew the whereabouts of their people, but upon further listening they realized they were nothing more than nomads trying to find food.

"C'mon, I can track them this way," Lincoln urged, finally standing to his full height. He began walking into the field, Octavia and Eden right behind him. Eden felt worried, almost as if she was sure they weren't alone despite the men leaving. Someone was there, someone was watching them, she was absolutely sure of it.

"Eden! Eden, wake up!"

Her brown eyes blinked slowly as her consciousness returned. For a moment, she wasn't sure exactly what she was seeing. Then Eden was sure she recognized that blonde hair. Clarke had returned. Sitting up as quickly as she could, she threw her arms tightly around her best friend, burying her head into her shoulder. Clarke laughed fondly, returning it wholeheartedly. Skaikru was finally home.

"Are you okay? What happened? How did you beat ALIE? Where's Bellamy? And Octavia? Are they okay? Please tell me Pike didn't kill any more grounders," Eden said all this in a flash, still clinging to Clarke as if she were a lifeline. She sure felt like one. Eden finally moved back when she felt Clarke shake with more laughter.

"Everyone's fine," she promised. "I...I had some help in the matter, but I did it. I couldn't have without my mom, Murphy, Bellamy, and Octavia. All of them helped a lot. Ontari, the girl that had taken over after...Lexa...she's dead. And Pike, too... Octavia took him out the first chance she got." Eden flinched. That definitely took her by surprise. She knew Octavia loathed Pike after the mass murder for the grounders and killing Lincoln, but never did she think she'd actually follow through on her instincts. She figured, at least, Bellamy would've stopped her.

"But everyone's..."

"Everyone's fine. Can't say Jaha's a favorite person right now. I had to fix him with Raven before I came down here."

Eden suddenly sat straighter.

"Is...Is Azgeda…"

Clarke stared at her, before she slowly nodded. "Yes, Azgeda's here. Bellamy is fixing them in the mess hall for the talk. Roan will be speaking on behalf of Azgeda. Me and Bellamy will do it for Skaikru. I'm really hoping we'll be able to come up with something where everyone wins...but I wanted you and the others there with me. Everyone deserves to hear what's going to happen with their home. No more secrets."

"Clarke...you can't honestly think Roan or Echo are going to allow-"

"Roan helped me. If it weren't for him, I would've been killed. He got shot. I fixed him. No more debts. All we have now is...an opportunity to finally live instead of survive. Echo even thanked me for defeating ALIE. I feel this is a step in the right direction." Clarke sounded so sure, but Eden was still paranoid. She refused to believe any of it.

"So, what? We're just gonna make this a meeting and discuss everyone's fate? Like the council on the Ark?"

Clarke bit her lip. "Well, I wouldn't put it exactly like that, but...it's definitely my way of helping us out. Eden, we need to go. I can't discuss this much longer."

"But-"

"Bellamy and the others are waiting for us. I don't want to make Roan or Echo impatient. Just...please...can you trust me?"

Eden stared. Clarke seemed firm. How could she deny her this? Something as simple as trust; Eden owed her at least that, especially after everything. Clarke has saved her ass more than once. Smiling, Eden nodded. The two girls stood up, Clarke remaining for a few moments so Eden could fix her tangled mess of a hair. She still had a few cuts on her face from the fight with Raven while she was ALIE, but she otherwise looked okay. Nodding to her friend, the two walked out toward the mess hall. This was the only time Eden was not appreciative to how close it was to the mess hall.

It was crowded. Azgeda on one side with Eden's people on the other. She felt her heart drop slightly at the sight of all her friends back home. She instantly scurried to the other side to embrace Bellamy, then Octavia. Both of them looked exhausted, but happy to see her as well. When the short reunion finished, Eden rushed to take a seat between Raven and Miller, staring up at the table in the center with Echo, Bellamy, Clarke, and Roan sitting there.

Eden couldn't help it. She had to stare. He was...attractive, to say the least. That was okay to say under the circumstances. He was burly, but not exaggeratingly so. His hair was long and slipped down his shoulders. He wore a simple shirt, something bulging on the left side of his chest. That must be where he was shot. He had his sword sitting on the table in front of him, tilting his head to listen to whatever Echo was whispering. Even she was beautiful. Was everyone in Azgeda attractive or was that just a cry from Eden's sexuality? She gulped noisily, shaking her head. She needed to listen. She needed to know her people were going to be okay with Azgeda ruling Polis.

And, as Roan's eyes caught hers, her entire facade fell. She no longer felt confidence or trusting in Clarke. His gaze was unreadable, not threatening or angry, but Eden still shrunk. For some reason, his eyes didn't move from her. He continued to stare. And she continued to stare back. What was his problem? What was her problem? Where did she see this man before? It was eating at her, gnawing on her nerves and making her slightly jittery in her seat.

"Okay," Clarke's voice interrupted their secret staring contest. "Let's get down to business."