Y'all this is gonna move fast. Like I had written up to the aot part and it's soon. I'm so ready to post this idk how long it's been chilling here. Anyway, the writing is good but the plot kinda moves really fast so sorry and try not to get motion sick. Also I may create a different book for the aot part. Still part of the same series but just like thinking.

Chapter Six: The storm

She opened her eyes, gasping and lurching up from the cot. They had their missiles back, chances are they were probably aiming right as octavia breathed this very breath. She pulled herself out of the bed, noticing the bandage on her calves that had hardly any blood. Quickly she ripped it off, making sure her wound had healed before rushing from the tent. Outside stood a group of her friends along with a few delegates. Quickly, as they didn't have much time she filled them in on the situation.

"Are you positive," one of them asked, to which she responded with the dream they had. This sent them into a fearful frenzy discussing what they would do. Octavia, overwhelmed, simply stared out into the night, looking into the storm that was -

The storm, right, she bashed herself for not thinking of it sooner. The storm would provide perfect cover for them. "Call everyone for a meeting, I need to make an announcement."

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Octavia stood staring at the army nervously, her stomach churning and throat dry. Inhaling deeply she spoke, projecting her voice strongly and making sure no one could hear her fear. "We have information that tells us the enemy has their missils back online, and we may not have time before they decide to fire. Thus, our only option is that storm." She pointed to the one several hundred yards away that was growing closer. "It will provide cover, and give us the time to retreat back to the bunker.

The grounders grumbled, outraged. "You want us to retreat?" They asked, and octavia considered it. To grounders, death was preferable over retreating, and she didn't know how to adress this. She decided to suck up her ego and raise her voice louder than before.

"I want us to survive," she saw the displeasure on their faces. "As the last of our respective peoples it is our primary and most important responsibility. On our shoulders rest the burden of keeping our cultures alive. We are wonkru, but we are also skaikru, treekru, azgeda kru," Octavia looked at people from the prospective clans as she said their names. She couldn't pretend as if they were simply one people, they each had their own customers and beliefs and ways of being. The grounders were completely silent as she spoke, taking in each and every word their leader said. "We live today so we can fight tomarrow," she said, raising her sword eliciting cheers from he grounders. Then, in an effort to symbolize all she meant she sheathed it again. They understood, and carrying what little they could followed her into the sandstorm. As it drew closer and the wind became stronger, Octavia ordered everyone to hold hands, making a link as to keep all of them together. The huddled together and braced themselves against the wind, closing their eyes to block out the sand.

The roaring of the wind blocked out the sound of the explosion, but from the shaking of the ground Octavia knew it had happened. She felt the sand whip against her skin, felt it make her skin raw. A shard of glass cut her right behind her ear, causing her to scream out slightly. She heard the grunts of her people as they were also cut by glass, continuing to hold on nonetheless. Looking across from her she saw Maddie, a large cut right unde the girls eye and her bracing herself from the wind. She hadn't cried out and instead held all the tighter to Clarke and Bellamy. Squinting her eyes open and looking at her people Octavia saw their bloodied faces, contorted in pain and effort of staying still. They couldn't take much more of this, Octavia thought as she closed her eyes once again to the wind. She tried to reach down, tried to seek that mysterious power that she had. She invisioned the girl, the expressionless face. She tried to find her, searched for evel a small light in the darkness that was her mind.

She found it, a dim white light that flickered every so slightly. Octavia tried to blow on it, tried to nurture the power, and low and behold it began to grow. The flame became a fire, burning so brightly until the back of her lids glowed white, stinging her irises. She felt something crawl from her hands to the people she was holding onto. Felt it cover them much like armor. The sounds of pain groans died down, Octavia gritted her teeth as she attempted to keep the flame burning, to keep whatever power she had ecased them in. It was a struggle, she didn't know what she was doing and the exertion almost became too much, but as it felt overwhelming she saw a face, a face she remembered. Lexa.

Lexa and her had never been good friends, infact their were many times when Octavia could stand the late commander. However seeing her now bright her hope, strength. Lexa placed her hands on Octavias shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes, her lips not moving yet still speaking nonetheless.

"You are the commander and these are you people," she said before her expression hardened, causing Octavia to be shocked slightly. "Save them," she commanded before disappearing.

Octavia clenched her teeth harder and focused on the power coursing through her, bringing everything she had into nurtering the flame.

The wind around her felt as if it grew but she pressed on, pushing herself until she felt as if she may puke. Finally, with everything she had she screamed, the sound being drowned out by a strange cracking sound and then the silence as the storm stopped. Letting go of her brother and Indra Octavia fell to the ground, unable to move and completely spent. Around them, preventing the storm from coming any closer was a strange structure made from even stranger crystals. On the outside the storm raged on but Octavia didn't care, because on the inside was Wonrku and Wonkru was safe. She allowed herself to give into the blackness.

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When she opened her eyes it was once again to the strange world. She hardly had any time to look around until she heard the voice coming from behind her. "Welcome back," the man said, causing het to twist her head to look at him. He was sitting on what seemed to be a bench, his leg severed from the knee down.

Skipping the small talk Octavia nodded towards his leg, "what happened?" She asked curiously, seeing him look down and then smiling.

"Cut it off, gotta disguise myself somehow right?" He said, chuckling. Octavia didn't join in.

"So you cut off your leg?" She asked in disbelief.

"Ya," he nodded before continuing. "I also grew a beard, see," Octavia almost laughed this time. It wasn't exactly a beard, more like a few small strands of facial hair.

"I see why you cut off the leg," she said to which he laughed.

"It'll grow back," he shrugged as if she knew that. Her eyes widened, realizing that he was like her.

"Wait your wounds heal?" She said puzzled, wondering how this could be. She had assumed she was the only one with this strange ability, but it made sense. That's why they could be in this place, because they were the same.

"Only if I want them to," he nodded to his leg. Octavia nodded, so perhaps she too could control it.

"It's funny, I used to be able to see ahead. Everything was layed out as shown from my future memories. Only, now your head and my vision is gone," he said, sighing and staring at the ground. "It's sad, I know that when people hear my name they will equate me with a monster but I'm only going to do what I have to for my people."

Octavia examined his ever changing eyes, the color swirling within them. A monster, yes, she understood that. She knew she would be seen as a monster. She didn't want to have to be one, but she would for her people. "And that's the ultimate sacrifice," she told him, remembering Clarkes words. "War is sometimes inevitable and to win we must become something else. We bear the wait of being 'monsters,' the wait of killing, we bear it so our people don't have to." She said, seeing his expression shift to one of understanding.

This world she was in felt so real but she wasn't sure if it was, still, Octavia supposed it was nice to have someone to talk to, someone who understood her. Often times she thought perhaps he was in fact an extension of her inner termoil, she supposed she would never know.

"I suppose that's true, even if the fear of an unknown future looms ahead, we are still able to push forward. Even if we don't know our actions will save anyone, we can hope. I remember before, when I used to be more blind then I found myself. When-"

She saw his lips move but the sound seemed further away, distorted. The world began to shift again and Octavia found herself being pulled from wherever she was. Once again she heard the voice of the strange girl, her command, her mission, "go to the valley."

Ik this chapter was short but considering I'm posting 2 or 3 today I don't feel bad. Anyway see u in like 5 minutes lol.