Everything around me felt so fuzzy, like the edges of our mortal reality and the Gods were fusing together. I could have sworn I heard Octavia telling me to get up and fight. My mother encouraging me to keep going. And the familiar male voice I think belongs to the King of the Gods himself, telling me that he wanted me to finish what I had save Clarke. To save myself. Sweet humming then filled the noisy confines of my mind. The searing pain in my leg began to bubble over again, and I groaned loudly at the sensation.
"Hush now...hush." A low feminine voice whispered. I turned on my side and expelled whatever was left in my stomach onto the floor.
"By the Gods." She exclaimed, I heard her sigh shortly after and begin cleaning. Her humming continued, and darkness faded back in.

I woke to the sun beating on my face, sweat trickled down my cheeks as it bore down. I opened my eyes to see myself in a quaint cottage of sorts full of traveling goods, furs and traps, dried meats, barrels of fresh water, even exotic fruits you couldn't get on this side of the country...or any side for that matter. I sat upright and stretched my arms out enjoying the relief it gave to my aching joints.
"So the demigod finally awakes." A woman said. I turned my head and saw her on the other side of the window. She disappeared for a moment, the door to the cottage opened and there she was. She had long brown hair, pulled back into numerous braids, her chiton was a simple design with no intricate beading or patterns, it was a soft brown color, and her demeanor was warm and welcoming, for once I had no fear or paranoia involving a stranger.
"Where am I?" I asked her. She laughed softly and place whatever it was she was holding down onto a table.
"Usually I get asked 'who are you' rather than 'where am I?' My name is Niylah and you're in my trading post." She smiled.
"How did I get here?" I asked, my eyes were still adjusting to all of the light.
"Well, at first I tried to carry you but you're rather large for me, so I ran and grabbed my cart to carry you instead. You had quite the bump on your head and a rather nasty cut on your leg. I put a poultice on it and bandaged it for you so it wouldn't get infected." Niylah went over to a small basin and began washing something, it was then that I realized my clothes were missing and I was under a large quilt.
"Just stay under there for a moment, your clothing was soaked red. I laid out some leathers for you, they're different than the usual dress from our country but I think you'll enjoy them." She smiled. I looked at the edge of the cot there were strange looking articles of clothing, they weren't the traditional chiton we typically wear. I was a short white shirt, with long dark brown, leather leggings and tall boots to go with them.
"They're from another country, I was able to trade for them years ago before my father passed. A man from the nation of Sangeda was desperate for water, so I gave him a barrel for his extra leathers he was carrying with him."
"Sangeda is a nation of-"
"Savages, but those are all rumors. The Sangeda people are quite civilized in comparison to the Mountain." She wrung out the chiton, rust colored water dripped into the soiled she strung up the chiton and clipped it onto a string that was in the sunlight. She left the room after that so I took that as a sign to get dressed in these strange new leathers. It was difficult at first getting my legs through the holes of the leather pants but eventually they went in and stayed, though my cut didn't hurt as much as it had. I laced them up and then put the boots on and tied them tightly. Niylah came in before I could get the short sleeved shirt on.
"Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't realize…"
"Why doesn't my leg hurt?"
"The poultice I use was gifted to me by the God Roan. It numbs it, and once bandaged it heals over the course of a few days." She smiled fondly. The thought of Roan gifting someone anything instead of keeping it to himself was beyond me, rumors were he was a selfish God who took women in for fun and left them to pine over him for the rest of their days.
"He's a healer. Not many realize this. He's a good man, he just has his faults like any other person...or rather God." She said sternly. I nodded, and put the shirt on, it was a soft white material that clung to me. It felt weird to not have the wind on my legs, to be so bundled up, but it was as if there was more protection. Niylah slipped a chestplate onto me and fastened it tightly.
"Wanheda isn't evil." She said.
"Her name is Clarke." I snapped. She didn't falter.
"You care for her?" She asked. I stayed silent. She was kind but she was still a stranger to me, and I was not about to spill my guts to her.
"So you do. I've heard stories of you two. Saving Rockburn in their crisis, the prince asking for her hand and refusing caused quite a stir amongst the nation." She mused.
"Your status as a demigod is well known now. You have the sacred glow. Not many are able to see it but I was blessed with sight as a child. Apollo took me and taught me how to heal, but in so he gifted me the Oracle gift." She smiled lazily as she finished tying the knots on the chest plates sides.
"So you saw me coming then?"
"Yes, a lovely girl in purple called to me, she ran here...did you know her"
"She was my sister." I smiled.
"Why didn't she stay?" My heart dropped for a moment, but then it picked up once again when I remembered how happy she was wherever that is.
"She needed to get back to our mother." I said simply. Niylah looked at me incredulously, but after a moment she took it as my word. She walked over to her table and picked up a bag, when she came back she opened it and showed me the contents. A fresh set of leathers, a few rations of dried meat and berries, some additional bandages and a small pouch with additional poultice, and a few waterskins filled to the brim.
"Go save her. Bring down the Mountain." She whispered. I nodded and took the bag from her graciously. I still walked with a slight limp but I managed to walk out of Niylah's trading post, it was deep within the woods but not so deep that the trail wasn't impossible to find again. Small markers led you there, such as lanterns or small green ribbons tied on tree branches. Soon enough I followed the trail a ways, enjoying the quiet of the forest but missing Clarke's constant questions and stories, the way her laugh was like bells, her smile could parallel that of the sun. I missed her. And now she was in the clutches of Mount Weather, who knows what they would do to her? I began to run as fast as I could praying silently to Kane...my father...for the first time I think ever, to keep Clarke as safe as he could from their torture. And if he could keep her safe...to give her a sign that I was on my way. I was going to save her.