Azgeda Chronicles: Chapter 4:
Huge trigger warning for this chapter: Attempted rape, victim blaming and eventual whipping. Again, trigger warnings for attempted rape, victim blaming. Skip this chapter if you need to.
I cannot warn you enough, there will be an attempted rape in a flashback of this chapter, a victim blaming herself. Anyone with these particular triggers, do not read. I'll have the words, "Four months ago" above and either skip that part to the part that's labeled "Skaikru Territory," or prepare yourself.
Lord Voldything 298: Got it, Canada, thank you. But I'll keep it in Norway, since fuck Rothenberg.
Thing that Azgeda territory is in Canada. Ugh, I don't take anything Rothenberg says or does seriously anymore, do you? I'm just saying it's in Norway. Rothenberg could say that the sky is blue and I'd believe that it was green. That's just how much of a liar he is. Let me remind everyone of this piece of shit. He deliberately queer baited gay and lesbian fans with the promise of Clexa all the way into the third season, and well, we all know how that turned out. Any questions as to why Rothenberg's very word and his boner for letting Bellamy get away with literally anything are basically actual rotting trash? No? Let's move on then.
Oh and I changed the title of the previous chapter and made that title the title of this chapter since I thought it fit better.
Azgeda Chronicles: Chapter 4: The Uneasy Alliance
Azgeda Territory: Norway
The armed and training platoon of soldiers flipped the members of the twenty-six that were with them over their heads into the piles of snow. The groaning and cursing Edmund, Christopher, David, Bailey and Kristin gathered themselves up off the ground, leaping at the warriors with renewed zeal, Kristin and Bailey both letting loose howls as they made their charges. The two teenagers leapt onto the nearest warriors, Kristin grasping the man's face and pressing her fingers against his eyes, ramming her elbows and knees into his throat.
The warrior, Kartu snarled as he went down to the snow, only getting Kristin off by kicking his feet upwards and smacking the young girl off, making her roll into the snow. Bailey had taken another approach. One that startled the crowd of onlookers. She whirled in midair and kicked her right leg out, hitting the older woman who was standing at the ready right in the face with her booted foot. The woman, Benik stumbled back at the blow as Bailey landed on her feet, steadying herself before she toppled over at her own rapid movement. Laughter burst from the nearest soldiers to the scene. Amongst them were some of the twenty-six and Clarke.
The light blonde-haired young woman was having a hard time keeping her laughter down when Bailey charged Benik again, the both of them going over onto the snow. David, Edmund and Christopher were all so startled by the action that all three of them only charged then at the last soldier when it looked like both Benik and Kartu were incapacitated. Even a seasoned warrior like the third solider, Vaito, was having a serious problem holding off three charging young men, yelling their heads off as if they were in the battlefield.
Sitting next to Clarke, watching the ridiculous scene unfolding, were Beryl and Farron. Farron's father wasn't here so the boy regularly giggled at the embarrassing sight. Beryl smirked, leaning in next to Clarke and mumbled quietly, "Think Benik is letting Bailey win?" Clarke tried not to burst out laughing at the thought. It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. As it turned out, from what they had learned, two months ago, Bailey and Benik had become lovers. They didn't know how long exactly the relationship had been going on, but despite their surroundings, the manner in which they had discovered that Benik and Bailey had been together for a while had been more funny than it had any right to be in a place like this.
One might argue not, but it was difficult to argue that it hadn't been a humorous discovery when Mario, Blair and Clarke had come back from a hunting trip, Clarke, refusing to leave Blair alone in the wilderness, and they had stumbled on a secluded room that they had thought was empty, till they had seen a roaring fireplace and realized someone was using it and the three of them had found Bailey up against a wall, Benik flush against her, face buried in Bailey's neck and Bailey gasping with Benik's left hand literally moving around in Bailey's pants. Bailey had eventually seen the three shocked onlookers, eventually becoming two onlookers, since Clarke had covered Blair's eyes, and Bailey pushed Benik away, alerting the other to the three people that had stumbled onto them. A still stunned Clarke had quickly ushered both Blair and Mario out the door and had only turned back to question if everything Benik and Bailey was consensual.
Benik hadn't understood what that last word had meant so the still out of breath and copper faced Bailey had explained it. Benik's reaction had been priceless. Benik had turned completely ashen and had speedily explained to Clarke that she'd never force herself on anyone. Clarke had looked at Bailey for verification, and the other girl had given it, nodding. The dark-skinned Sky girl explained to Clarke that their relationship had started three months after they had landed. Benik was only a few months older than Bailey herself and so there wasn't really any big age difference and Clarke knew that privately, away from listening ears that Benik didn't agree with what Nia did to the twenty-six at all. Or what the woman did to any of her victims. But like all the warriors of the Ice Nation, Benik's family's lives were being held over her head unless she obeyed the queen's every order.
Clarke accepted their relationship as it was. The only thing that made her concerned was if the queen decided to use Benik's relationship with Bailey against one of them, if she ever found out. That apparently hadn't been a problem. So far. When the queen had found out, seeing Benik and Bailey coming out of a tavern and both drunkenly kissing each other she had barely said a word, simply saying that it might give Bailey more incentive to be loyal.
Bailey jumped down from where she had launched herself at Benik and grabbed the other young woman's right leg, pulling her around and throwing her into the snow. Benik snarled, kicking her leg out and hitting Bailey square in the chest, knocking the dark-skinned girl right over onto her back. Benik jumped up from where she laying, ebony hair in a ponytail snapping against her right shoulder with her rapid movements and stalked over to where Bailey was done on the smooth patch of ice. Benik tried to slam her leg down when Bailey rolled away, jumping up and swinging her right arm in a balled fist. Benik caught the swinging arm and threw the other girl into the snow.
"Ouch." Clarke mumbled, looking at the smirking Beryl. "Maybe not. Maybe they'll make up afterwards." Beryl giggled and Clarke felt the thing that had once been so rare start to stretch across her face. A smile. A real smile. She had found it on her face the more and more time had passed here with the twenty-six and the Azgeda children like Aron and Farron. Of all places for Clarke to find a type of happiness, Azgeda was not the place she thought she'd find it. And Clarke wasn't unaware that if she were anyone else and the twenty-six delinquents weren't tied to her by a coincidentally shared birthplace, her living situation, if she had had any living situation at all, assuming she wouldn't already have had her head taken off, would be far more painful and miserable than it was, as would the twenty-six's.
But despite that knowledge, against all odds, a horribly navigated and programmed dropship with the twenty-six had fallen somehow into Azgeda territory and the Ice Queen had used that to her advantage, capturing Clarke. And against all odds, it led to this. To Clarke and the others finding a strange and yes, brutal new home. Clarke grimaced as she thought about what Glenn, Christopher, Parker, Cameron and Beryl had been forced to do four months ago to make up for her mistake in lying about a certain death. Clarke's eyes slanted to where Beryl sat, smiling at the scene, still unsure how the younger girl didn't hate her for what had happened. If Beryl and the other four being sent out as rabid dogs to serve Queen Nia's purpose hadn't been enough for Clarke to hate the queen, she wasn't sure how Beryl managed to hide her own anger.
Four months ago:
Seeing a horse that had suffered a couple of pained slices to its powerful legs and could no longer carry its warrior be deemed "unfit to live" was hard to hear. It was even harder to see the very same horse have its throat slashed by the warrior that it had once dedicated its life to.
Ivarb, a slim, but well-muscled young man with scars all over his face and the back of his neck, with chopped short, black hair and a full, black beard, knew no mercy to those that were not useful to him. And his once tall, proud, grey stallion, Tuldel now knew that too as it bled out onto the ice below it, collapsing. Cameron almost shrieked, hands going to the pommel of her knife. She knew they weren't supposed do anything when the Azgeda did things like this. They weren't supposed to attract attention to themselves. Clarke had instructed them not to. But how could Cameron just sit back and do nothing when there was animal abuse going on? This horse hadn't been killed for food or fur like all the others had been. It had been killed because it wasn't of anyone's use anymore. Cameron felt her fingers like digits of steel wrap around the curved, wooden hilt of her knife, pulling out before she could think better of it.
All of them had been appointed a weapon of some kind. If they succeeded in a number of fights in the arenas, they would be awarded with more than just a couple of weapons. And better weapons as well. Cameron had a smaller blade tucked away in her belt and this one. But she wasn't as good at fighting as Bailey, Finley, Avery, Parker, Edmund, Simone and Sabine were. Even Paul, Mario and Christopher were better than her. And Clarke and the Azgeda "trainees" like Linden and the others were beyond compare. Well, at least when put next to a complete no-nothing on physical prowess like Cameron. They all had way better weapons than she did. The occasional exceptions like Blair, Hodge and Frank had worse weapons. Blair was too frightened easily and Hodge and Frank knew nothing about fighting.
Unfortunately, Cameron's movement must have caught Ivarb's attention, as the slim, strong figure snapped his head in her direction, dark brown eyes glaring at her as if she had personally offended him. He spat at her in his native language and Cameron stiffened, not recognizing what he was saying. Azgedasleng. Aron and the others weren't here to translate, but if his tone was anything to go by, he was not pleased. He spat out, saliva flying from his snarling mouth, pale white face now turning a light shade of red in anger. Cameron didn't care. She could feel the terrified nerves gripping her but she needed to get this out, she couldn't just stand by when a horse was killed for no reason. She would be the only one getting into trouble if she did this. Just her. She wasn't endangering anyone. That should have terrified her, but she wanted this man to pay for what he had done to that horse. Tudel had been old but sweet. She remembered Blair sneaking off from the food tables with dried fruits and feeding them to Tudel when Ivarb wasn't around. She had a dangerous habit of doing that with all the horses. Dangerous because if anyone caught her, she'd likely lose a hand for "spoiling" the animals.
Cameron released a scream, not caring whether or not this bastard could understand English, "You killed the horse! He didn't do anything wrong! You killed him just because you wanted to! You disgusting monster. You're a bastard, you know that?! Fuck you, Ivarb!"
The unfortunate result of her screaming, as she found when a right, iron hand wrapped in flesh grabbed her around the throat, squeezing, the wrist of the hand holding the knife grabbed by the other hand of Ivarb, was that Ivarb very much did understand English. A grinning face leered at Cameron as the snarling young man leaned forward. "I know what that insult means." He growled in English. In Gonadesleng. "If it means what I think it means, I accept." His grip on her arm was so painful, she found her fingers being forced to release the hilt of the knife. It clattered onto the hard ice. Ivarb pulled her throat closer, his horrid breath against her face. "I've always wanted to know what Sky cunt feels like." Cameron gasped, horror grabbing her, breath being kept from her throat as her neck was squeezed.
To her growing horror, Ivarb was following through on his threat. The hand that had been on her wrist went to her pants, grabbing the hem and ripping them down, revealing the front of her lower torso. Cameron gasped as painful cold hit her bare lower torso. "Please," She gasped, "Cold…"
"Don't worry." Ivarb laughed darkly, "I'll warm you." His hand moved from Cameron's pants that were tangling in her legs now and brought it to his belt, undoing it. Cameron's eyes widened in sheer horror. She couldn't…
He wasn't really about to…
No, she hadn't survived the Ark for this. Just to be raped by a savage. Her hands instantly tried to slap at him, but he was too strong. Her hits only seemed to make him grin widely, spurring him on. She heard the dreaded noise of his clinking belt buckle being undone and saw the monstrous glimpse of his pants beginning to slide down his legs. "You'll be a real Azgeda now." He laughed, making Cameron want to puke. "Queen Nia might actually think you're worthy of us when she hears I was willing to honor you like this."
Cameron could feel hot tears start to spring from her eyes, beginning to stream down her cheeks.
She heard that gruesome laugh again, followed by a strange "thunk" noise, then a pained groan, then a gasp. She dared to open her eyes slowly, watching as Ivarb became completely still, his grasp on her neck starting to loosen. Ivarb became pale, the grin gone from his face, and he started toppling over. Cameron gasped. And while she would have been horrified, thinking he still meant to rape her, the look on his face told her he was in no position to do such a thing. And she was proven right a second later as she backed out of the way, Ivarb's body collapsing onto the ground, on his chest, naked rear being hit by the cold wind, a thin, but long knife sticking out of his back, right where his heart was. Cameron released a choked laugh when she saw the weapon that had taken her would be rapist down. She pulled her pants up, hands trembling as she shook, still reeling, able to understand that she was saved. The sharp, serrated blade with its ebony handle, the bottom of the pommel encrusted with a gleaming blue stone was a knife Cameron would have recognized anywhere. A gift from Princess Ontari to her bride to be.
All the other weapons that the mighty "Wanheda" had were rightfully won from fights in the arena area, but this one knife was a specially made gift from Ontari herself.
Cameron finally lifted her head up to see Clarke standing behind the dead Ivarb's booted feet, staring down at his corpse with rage and accusation, body cloaked in her usual black furs. Another gift from the princess. All Cameron could do was give a weak laugh, almost sobbing. Clarke, for what had to be the eightieth time by now, had saved her. She had almost been violated and Clarke had risked death to protect her. It was very likely that Clarke would have to answer to the queen for this. But Cameron didn't have time to fear what punishment might befall Clarke. All she could think about was that Clarke had rescued her just when Ivarb had tried to…
"Clarke," Cameron groaned out, not believing that she could still be standing after what had almost happened. "Cameron." Clarke said, turning her head to look at the younger. "Are you hurt?" Cameron winced, pulling her pants up and tying them, hands trembling. That question couldn't be answered right now. Everything felt disorienting. Her neck and wrist hurt. But besides that, Ivarb had hurt her. Worse than if he had broken her wrist. He really had been going to do it. He really had been willing to treat her like cattle. Like an animal. Maybe worse. He might not have stabbed her, but it felt like he might as well have. That had been all she was worth to him. It was like the horse. These people abused whatever they could get their hands on. Anything they deemed weaker than them.
Clarke leaned down and grabbed the hilt of her knife, pulling it out of Ivarb's back, blood spurting from the wound, trickling off the blade as she flicked the knife about, the blood droplets flying about onto the snow and ice. Dumbly, Cameron leaned down and retrieved her own knife, putting it away, her hands still shaking. Clarke slid her knife into the brown, leather sheathe. A sheathe incredibly ornate with the decorations of bears, eagles, wolves and serpents all along the sides. Ontari had spared no expense with the making of the knife or of its sheathe. Clarke put the knife away and held her arms out to Cameron. "Cameron." Was all Clarke said, sadness thick in her tone.
Cameron whimpered, voice choked. She practically lunged at her savior, at her teacher and crashed into the older girl, arms wrapping around Clarke, the terrified, now sobbing girl letting her tears out into Clarke's neck and hair. Clarke didn't say anything. She just gently stroked her hand down Cameron's shaking back. Cameron couldn't help herself, everything overwhelmed her. Her life. Tuldel's life. Neither of them had meant anything to this man. Maybe to none of these people in Azgeda. Cameron couldn't help her pained sobs into Clarke. She hoped only that Clarke still had faith in her as a warrior after this. And that was the only thing she could manage to think as she was swept away in a storm of tears and weak sobs. Clarke soothed her, hand stroking down against Cameron's back.
After a few minutes passed and Cameron was sure, more than sure she didn't want to let the older girl go, but finally, she pulled her arms away. She took note, body still shaking, that Clarke hadn't let her go yet. Clarke didn't the younger, until Cameron's arms slipped off her. Only then did Clarke release her. Clarke stepped back, eyes meeting Cameron's, "Do you want to report this to the Queen?" Icy fear gripped Cameron. People knowing about what Ivarb tried to do. People staring. Blaming her. Cameron shook her head, whimpering. "No." She whimpered. "I can't. They'll blame me. I'll be responsible." Cameron sobbed, the image of what Ivarb had tried to do replaying in her mind, riddled with shame. She couldn't face anyone with them knowing what happened. She couldn't.
"Okay," Clarke said gently, rubbing Cameron's back. "Okay. We won't tell them that. Cameron, I need you to promise me that you know that this isn't your fault, okay? Tell me that you know that this isn't your fault." Clarke stared at Cameron with meaning as the icy wind howled and Cameron shuddered, knowing Clarke was just trying to help. She didn't know that much about psychology but knew that victims of things like this tended to blame themselves. Still, the question just seemed to keep hitting her brain brutally. Why had she confronted Ivarb? Why hadn't she just walked away? Wasn't this her fault?
"Cameron," Clarke said with emphasis, "Say it. Say it's not your fault. Please." Clarke's eyes softened to near pleading and Cameron swallowed and breathed out, not really believing her own words, "It's...it's...it's not my fault."
Clarke nodded. "Remember it's not. Keep repeating it, even if it's just to yourself. Because it's not your fault. It's his." She nodded at Ivarb's corpse, face covered in disgust, "We won't tell the queen what happened. But we need to come up with something. We can't just destroy Ivarb and his horse's bodies. We're too close by the village and people will see the flames. We'll have to tell them something." Cameron whimpered and nodded into Clarke, the freezing, icy wind hitting her as she hugged her furs tightly close, feeling like the very air was going to stab into her flesh at any moment. She knew Clarke was right. They had to come up with something. If she wasn't going to be honest about what Ivarb had tried to do, they had to say that he did at least something. It was going to be torturous and humiliating no matter what story they told the queen, but if they could spin a good one it might be less humiliating than if they gave the queen the true story.
She felt Clarke shift in her arms, and heard the older whisper to gently, "They're coming. I know what to tell them. Just be quiet and go with the story that I tell them, alright?" Cameron, before she could think better of it, nodded and glanced over to the slope of the hill where she saw Azgeda warriors beginning to leave the buildings and go to their weapon areas. Patrols. They were going to come this way first before anything else. And inevitably they would see Ivarb's body. Cameron clenched hard onto Clarke. "Please don't let them hurt me." She whimpered, face feeling only slightly warm from her flush, only slightly, thanks to the cold. She felt ashamed already. She had been trained for six months now. It wasn't long compared to any of the born Azgeda troops, but she felt like she was completely helpless. Like a baby. It was pathetic. Even just a little training should have made her stronger in spirit than this. But after what Ivarb had tried to do…
"We'll be alright, Cam." Clarke promised the other girl, parting finally, "We'll be alright." Cameron met Clarke's eyes, the blonde holding hard determination in her blue orbs, "Just agree with the story I give. That's all." Cameron nodded weakly as she looked towards the end of the slope, seeing the Azgeda soldiers coming towards them.
Present Day:
Skaikru Territory: Arkadia
The incredulous, furious and frightened looks he had received from everyone, from Octavia, to Kane to Abby had been irritating, to say the least. Wells was averting his attention from all of his people regularly since the Grounders had waltzed into their camp. An impatient growl left Octavia's lips as she glared at the group of warriors across the council table, opposite side of Octavia and her people, "So, what proof do you have that Clarke is with the Azgeda?" "We have no proof," The Commander answered, holding her hand up when one of her warriors started to growl at Octavia for her impatience and curtness, "We only know what we have heard. Klark was seen wandering around the edge of Floukru territory when Azgeda bounty hunters grabbed her, hit her so hard she was unconscious and threw her onto their boat." Leksa heard a growl next to her and didn't turn to Onya, knowing the older warrior's anger over what the Azgeda dared to do to their Klark was making the warrior want to lash out.
She could see out of the corner of her eye, Onya clenching her fingers, itching to reach for her dagger and stab it into something. She wasn't sure she was that far away from reacting the same way either.
Abi quailed, "If that was seven months ago, what has happened to her? Why are you only telling us this now?!" Oktevia decided to answer for both the Commander and Onya, "Why do you think, Abby? Because the great Heda," Oktevia sneered the title out, glaring at the stoic Commander, "Doesn't give a damn about Clarke! It's the same reason why she left Clarke to die. She hoped Clarke would die there. She doesn't care what happens to any of us." Onya lost control of her anger, hand grabbing the hilt of her dagger, beginning to unsheathe the blade when Leksa slapped her hand onto Onya's wrist, stopping her, her other hand smashing down in a fist onto the wooden table before her, making everyone gasp. Belomi reached for his gun, but Kane stopped him.
"We don't have time for this!" Leksa snapped, green eyes hard, uncaring for the aghast looks on all of the Skaikru's faces. "We didn't know about Klark being taken until almost seven months afterwards. Nearly a month ago. The queen was careful in making sure that information did not reach us. I promise you, she will pay for what she has done to Klark. She had committed a great offense against me and against the Coalition. But for this to be recognized, for her to be held responsible for what she has done, I need all of you to come with me."
That made everyone in their circle hush and quiet. Oktevia looked at Linkin and Abi looked lost. Wels took a moment to think before getting closer to the table, looking at the Commander evenly. "I'll go." He volunteered, voice loud, making his companions stiffen and stare at him. "I'll go with you to the Azgeda territory. Just promise me that you won't leave Clarke again." He stared with hard meaning at the Commander, trying to look as demanding as he could, even though he was sure he wasn't pulling it off at all. Even his manipulative bastard of a father hadn't had a very intimidating stare. Wells was sure he had inherited that lacking trait.
Still, the Commander, after several seconds of keeping her eyes locked with the young man, nodded. "Wels," She said, aware that this young man, Wels Jaha, who had let her and the rest of her soldiers into the camp in the first place, had also been Klark's childhood friend and had been there for her throughout her time on Earth, "You have my word that I will not abandon her."
"Yeah, this time." Belomi snorted, making Kane hiss, "quiet" at him. Leksa felt Onya tense again, but kept her hand on the older woman. They would only go around in circles if they kept on like this. At least Wels seemed to be trying to get them to move on. "Do you want to help Klark or not?" Leksa asked in a strict voice, "If we keep wasting time like this, we'll never get to the Ice Queen's lair. You want to help Klark? So do we. And that will only happen if we leave now. The Az kwin wants to take Klark's power. Or use her against me. And she'll do it using torture. If she hasn't already." Leksa almost growled the words out, thinking about Klark in the cells of the Azgeda, tortured as Kostia had been. She could almost make out from the corner of her eye, how Onya's muscles were tensing. Clearly the image that Leksa was providing her mentor was not one Onya was pleased by either.
Belomi said coldly, "Of course you're worried that Clarke will be tortured, because you're worried it will effect you. That's the only reason why you're going."
"Oh my god, shut up!" Wells groaned, glaring at the older man. "Aren't the two of them going after Clarke reason enough to think that they might care about her? Even if it's only a little? I don't know about you, Blake, but I'm going to go with them to the Ice Nation to find Clarke. You stay here and sulk all you want. That's pretty much what you're good at when you don't get your way."
Belomi glared at Wels and Leksa found a smile nearly cover her face. At least one of them was listening. "Wels, you're not going with them alone." Abi said. She looked at the Commander, uneasy. "I don't trust you. But if Clarke is in danger, like you said, I can't stay here. I'm going with you." The Commander nodded, mildly pleased that the woman was willing to overlook some of her misgivings about her and the rest of the Trikru for her daughter's sake. Reivon spoke up then, face as fierce as Leksa supposed the young woman could manage for one of her people, "I'm going too." She kept her eyes locked with the Commander's, "I'm not leaving Abby or Wells alone with either of you for even a second. And I'm not leaving Clarke with the Ice Nation goons, whoever they are."
Kane spoke up, looking at everyone, "We should keep some of the council here if anything goes wrong. I'll go with the Commander." He nodded his head at Leksa and her troops before Abi spoke up again, "No. Kane, if anything happens to me, or to Wells or anyone else," Abby looked at Kane, staring up into his eyes, looking like she was about to choke on her words, "If…if anything happens to Clarke, we need council members here to make sure the rest of our people are taken care of. Kane, you, Gina, Bellamy, Monroe, Sterling, and Finn have to stay here. I'll go with Wells and Raven. Lincoln, Octavia, you're both warriors. Both of you come with us. We'll get Clarke back."
Octavia snorted as Lincoln nodded next to her, "As if I was just gonna sit around while the Ice bitch has Klark? Yeah right. Of course we're coming with you. And we don't need your permission." Belomi's eyes widened and he started at that, but Oktevia glared at him as she spoke, "I wasn't asking for your permission either, Bell. I am going with them. Stay out of the way, brother. You're needed here. I'm not going to just stay here when Clarke needs help. Get over it."
Bellamy looked put out, like he was about to snap at someone, when Raven turned to him, speaking bluntly, "Give it a rest, Bell. She's right. Octavia and Lincoln are fighters. And Clarke needs our help. You and some of the others need to stay here. We'll go rescue our girl." The Commander didn't respond to the "our girl" comment, knowing that Reivon meant it in no way that the Trikru or any of their people might mean it. As far as she knew, Klark and Reivon had never known each other like that. "Look," Reivon continued, making sure everyone's attention was on her, "We have to go rescue Clarke. And I hate saying it but for once I agree with the Commander. The longer we stay here with our thumbs up our asses, the longer the Ice Queen has Clarke. And if she's still…"
Abi barely kept her whimper at bay, and Leksa couldn't help her pity for the woman. She couldn't bear to think it, and she knew that neither could Onya, but they both and the Skaikru now likely knew that it was possible that Klark was already dead. The Ice Queen may have already murdered Wanheda to take her power. But whenever her tortured mind traveled to that possibility, Leksa would have to use every fiber of her being to build up walls against it. She couldn't, she just couldn't think of that as a possibility and Onya had made it clear that neither could she. They couldn't believe that. They wouldn't lose Klark like she had lost Kostia.
Wels and Oktevia seemed to be thinking the same way. "Don't say that." Wels said, eyes wide. "She's still alive! We'll find her." Oktevia was glaring at Leksa and growled, "Nothing had better happen to Klark." "I can't promise anything." Leksa announced loudly before any of her armed companions could reprimand Oktevia for speaking to their Heda like that, "But I can promise that we'll do everything we can to retrieve Klark from the Azgeda."
Oktevia eyed the Commander, but nodded. Belomi was seething and growling under his breath, "Right, like you did everything before?" The Commander wanted to be angry, and she might have been, had he not have a good point. She was one of the reasons why Klark left, wasn't she? She stood by her decision for it was what was best for her people, but she knew that if she had stayed by Klark's side, Klark might not have needed to pull the lever, killing everyone in the Mountain. And if she hadn't, she wouldn't have left her people. And of course, her leaving had led her into the Ice Queen's hands.
Leksa risked looking back slowly at Onya and wondered if her mentor blamed her. She knew that Onya did not agree with her decision at Mount Weather. She believed it to be weak and believed it was giving the Mountain Men the ability to walk above ground. Though Onya didn't dare say it, she had all but uttered that she believed that her Heda had committed treason against her people, even if it had been unintentionally, by allowing the Mountain Men to have 47 prisoners, plus the rest of the Skaikru with bone marrow. Onya had come close, so close to calling her Heda a traitor. She hadn't said it, and there had been no one else in the room to hear Onya nearly say such a thing, but she had nearly said it. And Leksa had understood Onya's implications all too well.
She had given her mentor a warning, "Careful of your next words, Onya. I did what I had to do for my people."
Onya had not been deterred. "And is giving the enemy an ability to be safe above ground so that they can attack our villages freely and unencumbered by the toxic air what's best for our people? I'll ask this as well, Heda, how is what you did best for Klark? Ask her if she'll forgive you if we ever will see her again."
The silence that had filled the room was nearly unbearable after that. Leksa had just stood and stared, daring Onya to go on. But Onya had stared back at her once Seken, the accusations strong in her dark eyes.
Onya had been one of the few Trikru besides Linkin and Naikou to go back to the Mountain to see what had happened. It was possible Klark didn't know, as Onya had gone a different route from Linkin. Linkin had gone with the remaining Skaikru, and Naikou and Onya had come back, telling her what had happened and that Klark had disappeared. Onya had delivered the latter part of that news to Leksa herself, fire in her dark orbs as she looked at the woman she was supposed to respect unquestioningly.
The Commander could still remember her breath hitching and her heart stopping when she had heard Onya say that. She hadn't quite believed that Onya would say that, but at the same time, she knew her mentor wasn't entirely wrong. There were whispers around her about how she had made a foolish decision when the Mountain Men were weak to the very air. And that she had been weak and cowardly, turning her back on the Mountain Men.
And Klark? Leksa knew that she may never be forgiven by the woman she and Onya loved, but she knew that they had to try and save her, even if she wanted nothing to do with them ever again. Leksa's heart clenched at the thought. But she had to try.
Leksa heard the clumsy, loud footsteps approaching, being announced through snapping twigs and crunching, dead leaves. She looked in the direction of the noise and saw more Skaikru she knew were of the "100" that Klark had come down with. Four of them. She knew that Onya had gotten time to know them. She looked at Onya in question and her once mentor answered, "The dark-skinned one is Nathan Miller. The other boy without the beard is Monti. The one with the braids is Munroh. The one with the lighter hair is Harper." The Commander nodded and turned back to the scene as the new four approached.
"What's happening?" Munroh asked, looking at Belomi and Wels for answers. Oktevia looked to the other young woman. "It's Clarke." She started. "The Azgeda, the Ice Nation has her. The queen is a ruthless monster that will kill Clarke to get her strength or torture her to get her to do what she wants. We're sending a rescue party for her." Munroh nodded, her muscles tensing in a way that looked like she was getting ready to fight. "Right. I'm coming with you." "No you're not," Belomi snapped, glaring over at her. "We need people in the council here. And I'm not risking the four of you and Sterling. Or Gina. That's why you're all staying here." With a look from Reivon and glare from Oktevia, Belomi growled out, "And why I'm staying here too." Monti, who Leksa noted had not changed in his countenance at all since Belomi had announced the information to them, stepped forward, dark eyes traveling to the Commander.
"You're the Commander, right?" He asked, voice quiet, and though his expression was calm, Leksa knew that mask anywhere. The mask this boy was wearing was no different than the one that she wore whenever she had to face the Ice Queen at their meetings. The boy's eyes told her everything. Calm or not, there was disgust and rage inside him. It was the face that was trying to hide what the boy was really feeling, which could very well be the need to shoot her or one of her men.
"That, she is." Onya said calmly, "And you will show her respect, Monti kom Skaikru." Monti spoke coldly, shrugging. "Whatever." Monti's lips tightened, making his rage more recognizable to everyone else. "You're the reason Klark had to kill my friend, Jasper so you savages wouldn't torture him to death." Before anyone could say anything else, Monti glared at Onya. "You remember Jasper, Onya? You let them tie him to a tree. Your people put a spear into him. Your people strung him up on a tree and left him to die above a bunch of spikes. Your people terrified him till he attacked a village out of fear. And you blame us?" Monti's words came out harshly and his eyes were now nearly completely wet with tears. Oktevia was trying to get him to be quiet, but the boy just stared hard at the group of Trikru and other tribes members standing there, the Yujleda and others growing irritated by this show of disrespect.
From seemingly out of nowhere, Fin appeared and grabbed his friend, pulling him forcefully backwards into the camp, sending a charming grin to Leksa and Onya. "Commander, Anya! Sorry for this disgraceful show you just saw. That was horrifying, I'll admit. I think the poor guy's been drinking. And he's grieving. So sorry about him. Come on, Monty." Fin dragged Monty back by his arms, not letting the younger go for even a second. The startled Belomi who had been watching, turned back to the others. "Where the hell did he just come from?" Linkin nodded to the thin line of the fence that if not looked at the right way, had a divider that was wide enough to obscure someone's vision of that particular part of the fence. "I heard him a few feet back. He was listening in to make sure that we didn't need any help." He looked apologetically at the Commander, hoping she understood.
The Commander just stared. She hated to admit it, but she did understand. The Skaikru had no reason to trust them.
Next to Leksa, Onya frowned. Fin. She didn't recall him ever being as secretive as she had heard him being as of late. It wasn't just now when he had been so careful that she had only heard his footsteps when everyone had quieted down. She had heard, through whispers of the Skaikru's behavior for the past seven months, how Fin and the other "delinquents" had been acting. Much more secretive and more cautious of any "Grounder" they knew besides Linkin and Oktevia, though there was argument about whether or not Oktevia was a Grounder. Indra insisted Oktevia was, as did Linkin.
That made Onya think about Klark, whether she willed it or not. Klark…Onya was certain had they not abandoned Klark's people at the mountain, Klark would have unioned with them. Onya had been intending to give her vows to Klark, and she had meant every one of them. She had no doubt in her mind that Leksa would have meant them as well. Leksa was not weak. But she had made a stupid, weak mistake. Because of Leksa's decision, the Mountain Men had nearly gained the ability walk above ground without any danger to them. They would have been free to attack villages with their advanced weapons and the poisonous air wouldn't stop them. It was this decision that had earned Leksa the whispers of the council members in Polis that she had betrayed their people. And even if Leksa hadn't betrayed the Trikru, hadn't Leksa still betrayed their people. Klark was their people. Which meant that Klark's people were their people automatically. By leaving the Skaikru to die, Leksa had betrayed her people.
Onya would normally be the last person to even think that Leksa had committed treason of any manner as Heda, let alone say it, but when Leksa had left their to be unioned's people to die, Onya, for once in ever knowing the young woman who she had taught and practically raised after the young girl had been taken from her mother, father and brother all those years ago, Onya had felt anger, true anger towards her Commander. Vengeful anger even. Even when trying to understand Heda's reasons for doing it, she found it flawed and dangerous.
How was giving the Mountain Men bone marrow saving the Trikru? Or the Sankru? Or the Azgeda even? Or any of their people. Leksa had only helped the enemy that had been plaguing their people for years and years. So Onya would defend her Heda, as was her duty and would defend Leksa till the day she died. But Onya knew for once as Heda, Leksa had made a truly foolish mistake and had Klark and Belomi not pulled that lever, it could have ended with the deaths of thousands of their people.
And Leksa abandoned the people of the woman they both loved. That alone, without the consequences of what the Mountain Men would do afterwards was enough to make Onya feel the burn of anger, though she would never speak it outside of the two of them. The memory of the way Klark had looked at them when she had realized what the decision was at the mountain that Leksa had made Onya's chest feel like it was being stabbed. Nothing could have prepared her for that kind of pain. The only comparison she could offer had been the deaths of her brother and her father.
Onya's attention went back to the group of Skaikru. She had heard of how hardened the Skaikru had become. And though she usually would have approved of such developments, as this world was brutal and unforgiving. But she knew Klark would not have approved. Not at all. Not of Fin's secrecy, not of Monti's new cynicism, not of Oktevia's distrust towards all "Grounders" save for her Linkin, not for the way Reivon's eyes barely contained her hate towards them, none of it.
Miller looked like he was about to say something when Belomi grabbed him and shook his head. Kane spoke up before anyone else could say anything, "Alright. I don't like it, Abby, but I trust you. You take care, okay? And take this." Kane reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun, making Onya and the other tribes people tense up. Kane handed the gun and a few black packets that Onya realized were bullets to Abi. Abi took them and nodded, embracing Kane and kissing him.
When they parted, Abby looked at the Commander and the others and put the gun and the bullets away cautiously. She turned to Belomi. "My order stands, Bellamy. You and the others stay here. Raven, Wells, Octavia, Lincoln and I will go." Raven shook her head, "You know Finn's gonna want to come too. He's not leaving Clarke in that place any more than I will, Griffin." Onya could just see the ire building in Klark's mother. She was aware that this woman had gotten Klark's beloved father killed. But she was still Klark's mother. Onya made a note that when Leksa didn't need her sides guarded, to keep a close watch on Klark's friends and especially on Klark's mother, Abi. She wouldn't do what she had done back at the Mountain. Follow Leksa blindly and nearly leaving Klark's people to die all because her Heda said so.
True to Reivon's words, Fin came running over a minute later, a packed bag over his shoulder, smiling at the group, his appearance having improved with the light shadow of a beard that was beginning to show more. "So," He said, grinning again, "Are we taking off now?" He slanted his eyes deliberately at Onya and the general could see the distrust. Perhaps it had been because of holding him and Wels hostage when Onya had forced Klark to heal Tris. Because Klark was successful, she had spared both young men. She was surprised that Wels wasn't looking at her the same way Fin was.
"Yeah, we are, right?" Wels got closer to the Commander. The Commander nodded. "As soon as everyone has what they need. Then we can begin our journey to the Ice Nation." Leksa answered Wels and the young man nodded a little and said that he was going to go get some stuff before they left. One by one, the Skaikru who were part of this rescue went off to get their supplies, as Oktevia explained that the Ice Nation was a four-week journey by boat.
As Wels began to move past Leksa and Onya, he threw both of them a strange look, dark eyes narrowed. It took a moment for Onya to process it but she saw it. As Wels moved away, she mulled over the glare that had been thrown at her and understood it for what it was. Like Fin, Wels really didn't trust either of them. He told them so. And after they had left Klark and her people, hurting Klark horribly, he likely trusted them even less.
Onya understood Wels's glare. He was looking out for his people, and especially for Klark, the girl he had grown up with. Though Onya supposed after she had taken him, Fin and Klark hostage during the war and had held Wels and Fin's life over Klark's head at the time, Wels had his reasons. And he certainly had them now that Klark had been driven away after the Commander's abandonment of her people had made her do what she had to do.
Don't betray us again, Grounders. And don't you EVER hurt my sister again. That was what the glare had said. What Wels had said without sneering a single word.
Wels might have been gentle, but he was as uninviting to them as the rest of the Sky People were.
As Wels and the other Sky people got ready, speaking amongst themselves, Leksa inched closer to Onya and barked an order for the guards to move back and spread out behind the fence, making sure she and Onya had room to speak together. Barvin protested, "Heda, these people-" "Do you suggest that I would be threatened by these children? By these soft Sky People?" Barvin instantly looked aghast at the question and cringed away. Suggesting that his Heda would be weak at all might earn him a few lashes if he wasn't careful.
When she was certain that no one was within earshot, Leksa turned back to Onya. "There has been a fair point raised," Leksa's voice was calm for what she was about to say, "The reports of Klark being in Azgeda only go back to a month ago. Last time she was spotted and the Ice Queen couldn't keep any bandits quiet, Klark was reported overseeing a village. And she was said to be surrounded by Azgeda soldiers. What if she's been-" Onya hissed, breath coming out painfully. They couldn't think it. They couldn't. There were two possibilities that neither of them to fathom. One was that Klark was dead. That was the expected possibility that neither of them would tolerate being possible. Then there was the other possibility. That Klark had chosen the Azgeda. She had gone to them in retaliation for Mount Weather.
Had Klark willingly joined the Azgeda? "It's not possible," Onya said, muscles tense throughout her body. "The people who saw her in Floukru territory saw two Azgeda soldiers take her away by force. They struck her and took her with them to their boats. She did not go with them of her own free will." Onya shook her head even though she knew there was a possibility that the abduction at the Floukru markets might have been for show, "She couldn't have. She couldn't have." Klark wouldn't join the Azgeda. Even if she hated the two of them, she had to know that it would be dooming her own people to join with the Azgeda. If Klark had joined the Azgeda, Queen Nia would betray their love and kill every last one of the Sky People. No matter what Klark's feelings were, she couldn't really believe that the Ice Queen would keep her people safe. She couldn't. Not after everything she had been told about the woman.
Klark couldn't possibly think that the Ice Queen could be trusted. The Heda ground her teeth together. "That's not what I'm talking about. Klark, she won't trust the Ice Queen. All the things we've heard, about her capture and about her serving the queen, Nia must be threatening her people." Leksa looked over at all of the Sky People arming themselves and saying their goodbyes, Munroh refusing to stay if one of theirs was being held captive.
"These people are defenseless so long as they are not in the Coalition." Leksa said, green eyes stirring with troubled thoughts. "I won't put Klark's people in danger again. Her people will have protection needed while we go to the Azgeda and rescue Klark." Onya cocked her head. What had Leksa been about to say? What she thought about what had happened to Klark? Feeling her once mentor's eyes on her, Leksa finally spoke her deep seeded fear, "The reports of Klark being in Azgeda, working with them, that could have been forced. The Ice Queen could be threatening the Sky People to get Klark to do what she wants. But if she's having Klark fight her battles for her, putting her in danger, Klark's safety is what I am concerned about." Onya's body went straight at that thought. Klark being in danger was a threat that had been cutting at their minds for months.
Was Klark in danger? Was Klark hurt? Where was Klark? Was Klark somewhere in tribes' lands? Was someone hiding Klark? Had Klark died? So many questions that hurt them to think. They could practically read the other's questions just by looking at each other and saw their fears reflected in each other's eyes that no one else saw. Then they had learned from one of their scouts that Wanheda had been seen in Azgeda territory. Overseeing the trading in a village on the outskirts of Nia's kingdom. Next to her were two of Nia's greatest generals, Saktar and Kavow. That had been almost half a month ago. Onya had to admit that she had thought the story false or perhaps the scout had made a mistake, but the scout was a very reliable one. One of the most reliable ones. One that knew well what Klark looked like.
Onya recalled what the scout described. A woman, nearing her nineteenth or twentieth year at least, with a head of pale gold hair. The scout, who had gotten close enough only because he had disguised himself as an Azgeda, managed to even get a good look at the woman's face. He had described it in perfect detail. It was Klark alright. Just the age was wrong. Klark was nearing her twenty-first year. But the rest was true. That information had only brought more questions that Onya feared the answer to. She knew her Heda feared the answers as well, though neither of them would ever utter those fears. Their people relied on them to be fearless, incapable of any insecurity. But even they had felt the icy fingers of dread touch them when they had heard the stories. What had happened to Klark? Why was she there? Why hadn't Klark tried to escape if she was allowed a horse?
But neither Onya nor Leksa would listen to those questions. The only way Klark would be with the Azgeda, were she not joining them of her own free will to spite both Onya and Leksa for their betrayal, was if the Azgeda was threatening the Sky People. Onya watched Leksa go to lines of her soldiers and give out harsh orders to protect the Skaikru camp while they were gone, to make sure the Azgeda did not harm any of them in her absence. She spat out the commands in Trigedasleng, but to Onya's surprise, a great deal of the Sky People lifted their heads, looking at the Commander with recognition.
It wasn't just Linkin and Oktevia that reacted. It was a great deal of the group at the gate that was getting ready. Wels, Munroh, Harper, Kane, Reivon, Belomi, Gina, Abi, they all turned their attentions to the tribe warriors, startled. Many of them appeared offended. "Hey!" Reivon yelled, looking mildly enraged, and to Onya's shock, started yelling in Trigedasleng, "What do you mean they're staying here?! Are you trying to force us to do what you want? Newsflash, we're not part of your coalition! You don't get to tell us what to do until we're part of the coalition. So screw you."
Onya would have been enraged at someone speaking to her Heda like that, had it been spoken in any way except that. Such a burst of anger, with the unexpected shock of there being fluent Trigedasleng from this Sky woman, and the additional word that Onya didn't understand, "newsflash," the Trikru woman was just left at a loss. She stared at the group of Sky People. They understood what Heda was saying. Reivon's words hadn't just startled Onya. Many of the other Trikru, Yujleda, Podakru and other tribes people looked stunned. Many of them began to appear angry before Heda told them to back away and control their anger.
Heda, who had also seemed a little startled by Reivon's outburst, turned to the group, trying to remain calm as she looked directly at Linkin and Oktevia, "You taught them Trigedasleng?" Linkin nodded. "Sha, Heda. They needed to learn the different things about this world, so I taught them as much of the language of the Trikru as I could."
Leksa nodded, focusing her attention on Reivon now, speaking in Trigedasleng, "You misunderstand, Reivon. We are not holding you against your will. We believe that the Ice Queen is using your lives to control Klark. If she disobeys it is likely that many of you will be killed as punishment. So these warriors are here for your protection. They will guard your people while we travel to the Azgeda to rescue Klark." None of the Sky people looked convinced when they heard that. Belomi snorted in Gonasleng, "Sure. I guess when you guys get back it won't be a surprise when you find us with all of our throats slashed open."
This time, Onya allowed her anger to show. "Sky dog," She growled, staring dangerously at him, teeth bared, "I warn you, don't accuse us of treachery. We are trying to protect your people."
"Because you did so well last time?" Munroh tossed at Onya in Trigedasleng, and loaded up her rifle, clicking something on it and swinging it into a leather holster, slinging it over her back, and the Sky girl began to walk out the gate and she looked at the others, "Are we going? Bellamy, make sure the others are safe while we're gone, right?" Munroh turned a distrustful gaze at all of the tribe warriors present, giving a dark glare particularly to Heda, then to Onya. "As we know, we can't really trust any of them besides Lincoln. So you watch out for whatever they do." Onya could feel the irritation at what Munroh was saying start to build, but she understood their anger. They had left them to die. They had every right to be suspicious. And more importantly? They'd be stupid to not take precautions to make sure that the betrayal never occurred again. Wels, Linkin and the others stepped out and Belomi scooted further into the gate, keeping a gun close, staying by Gina protectively, his accusing eyes never leaving any of the tribes people as he scanned them left and right.
Fin finally came back from the Sky bases and went to where Reivon stood. He spoke quietly with her and Reivon shook her head, making Fin alarmed and what little Onya could pick up, sounded like, "I'm not leaving you to go get yourself killed. If you and Clarke are both in danger, I'm going with you." Reivon shook her head and Onya picked up the next words, "You're needed here. While we're gone, the others need as many people that can track and hunt as they can get, Finn. Don't be stupid. Stay here. I'm ordering it." Finn looked offended for a second before his slim shoulders sagged and he nodded. "Yes, Chancellor." He mumbled. Reivon winced, but still hugged him. "Just stay here, okay? If anything happens to us, you and the others have to be responsible for everyone else."
Fin nodded. "Okay. If you find Clarke, can you tell her we all miss her and that I'm sorry?" Reivon nodded, her and Fin clasping their hands together, squeezing before Reivon turned and walked out of the gate with the others, coming to the first set of Trikru warriors who dragged over some horses by their reins. Reivon looked at the horse worriedly, for once losing her confident appearance and Linkin chuckled, "It's fine, Reivon. I'll show you how to ride it." Reivon grumbled to herself, "A freaking horse. Should I wait till it bucks me off? Dammit, Clarke, what I'll do for you." Onya smirked as each of the Sky children, Abi and Linkin got on their respective horses, Oktevia, Wels and Linkin helping Reivon with her horse as the dark-skinned woman only released her cane when Wels and Oktevia had a good hold on her arms and allowed Reivon to lean against the two of them when she at last raised her good leg to the horse's stirrup.
Eventually Reivon was seated on the horse, a pack of some kind on her back, Onya noticed as Wels handed Reivon her can before getting up on his own horse next to Reivon and Oktevia. "You've got all the explosives?" Wels teased, his once blank face trying to show some semblance of emotion. It looked strange on the cold face that he had been showing lately. Reivon grinned, reaching into her pack, pulling out what Onya assumed was a bomb. The thing was surprisingly small, grey and the size and shape of a plastic water canister that Onya had seen some Sky people use. "Yeah," Reivon grinned. "If those Azgeda goons are going to threaten Clarke, I've got something to blow them to bits."
Onya grinned. So some of the Sky People weren't so bad. Besides Klark, who had told them a great deal about the people in her camp, she had only had interaction with Wels, Fin, Munroh, Oktevia and a few others. But this only proved the Ice Queen would have a fight on her hands before she hurt Klark.
Author's note:
So a wrap up to my feelings in case anyone had questions, why is anyone surprised by Ivarb? Didn't we already meet someone like him in the first season? You know, Bellamy Blake? The guy that actually had sex with underage girls and abused children? Oh, please, anyone that tries to defend Bellamy, here's a little daily friendly reminder. Bellamy abused children in the first season and slept with underage girls. He's an abusive hebephile. And do I really need to remind everyone that he killed 300 people in their sleep? That wasn't in warfare. He didn't have to do that. He killed them in their sleep. You know we have serial killers in the real world like that. For those that might defend Bellamy's actions or any fans that piece of shit still somehow has, let me know how those letters to Charles Manson are going, okay? He had people killed in their sleep too, you know. And oh yeah, he preyed on the insecurities of children regularly.
Let's just call Bellamy Blake what he is, shall we? Bellamy Blake is a predatory, abusive hebephile. There, I said it. Oh and a mass murderer incapable of admitting when he's in the wrong and taking responsibility for his own actions and blaming them on a girl younger than him just because she left and just can't seem to grow up. Did I miss anything?
Oh, and for those wondering, what about Lexa? Lexa's an idiot. No seriously, even if she was leaving the Sky People because they weren't her people, she literally gave the Mountain Men the "key" to getting up onto ground without needing suits.
Lexa doomed her own people by giving the Mountain Men, people with advanced technology and bombs, yes, do I need to remind everyone of the bombs and the missiles(?), she gave those particular people bone marrow. She handed people with bone marrow to those that needed it to stay alive above ground. People who had been terrorizing the Grounders for decades. And people with advanced technology.
Look, I'm all for thinking that Grounders are stupid since the Trikru make me wonder if there's a huge lack of brain cells that people have after the radiation and the bombs hit, but even they have to take the long-term effects of what Lexa did into account.
If I was in their position? I would suspect treason. Giving a long time enemy(longer time enemy than the Sky People) a way of being on the ground without their suits, with advanced technology, roaming free to attack villages left and right? Um…I think any Grounder ambassador with half a brain would be raising their hand and delicately asking if the Commander was trying to get every village slaughtered.
Again, do I really need to remind everyone of this? One missile the Mountain Men launched wiped out at least two hundred or so people in Ton DC. And Lexa gave these people bone marrow, the key to getting above ground…
Outside of forming the Coalition, which of course was necessary for when the Mountain Men were around, has Lexa contributed….well…anything to the tribes? Sure, she introduced the "blood must not always have blood" policy, but that was only because of Clarke.
Seriously, is Lexa actually trying to get her people killed? Deliberately. By the end of the Mountain Men getting bone marrow, I think just about any Grounder would suspect treason from their commander. The only reason they haven't is because Clarke chose to kill them all and Bellamy just went with it because apparently his sister was the only one that mattered.
So in basic terms, Lexa's a shortsighted moron who is actually quite weak when you think about it since she can't do anything without the pressure of her ambassadors and allies not approving of her decisions, and Bellamy is a sociopathic, predatory abuser and mass murderer. Oh and I feel like we're forgetting something very important, he has a very creepy smile. Looks around. Did I miss anything?
I promise you, you might not know an Ivarb, but you've certainly met a Bellamy sometime in your life. He's the one you don't trust around your best female friend. He's the one that's getting younger boys involved in violence. He's the one that you probably have to call the police on when you hear commotion across the street and realize he's abusing his girlfriend or wife again. He's the one that probably will put something in your or a friend's drink. He's the one that tells men or boys younger than him that they'll be liked more in a group if they do something for him, possibly something illegal and I promise you, something immoral. I promise you, you've met a Bellamy before. He's symbolic of all male violence.
That's the reason why as far as I'm concerned, I'd trust a Bellamy fan or a Bellarke or Blaven fan as far as I could throw them. You're basically empathizing with an abusive sociopath. Oh and for anyone that thinks I excuse Raven and Finn's relationship, think again, given that if you look at the wiki information on the two of them, Raven is seven years older than Finn. No, seriously. Look it up. On the wiki page, Raven's age is listed as being 25, Finn is 18. So…...when did their relationship start? There's a serious question about consent when it comes to those two. Poor Finn. No wonder he's a sex addict.
I love Raven, don't get me wrong, I adore her, but I have some big questions about what consent Finn might have had with her if any. Remember, this can all be blamed on one person. And he keeps giving us promises and we should really just ignore it. Remember, Rothenberg is a little pig leading sheep around to a butcher's shop and leaving the sheep to get grinded up. That's basically what he is. And for some reason, he has a fetish for characters that commit underage sex. Why does anyone listen to anything he says anymore?