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Clarke had not slept peacefully after the events of the previous day. A flirty Akeri, antagonist Titus and well whatever you called Costia and Lexa's behaviour did not make for a good night's rest.

It wasn't as bad as the terrors she'd had on Luna's rig, but it was filled with constant tossing and turning. She still felt ready to go, thankfully, and she needed to be ready.

Today was the day of the tribunal. The issues plaguing the clans had mostly been danced around. At least in Clarke's presence that was. There was going to be no dancing around the topic today.

The accusations were very serious. Clarke knew it would be a mission to convince the generals of her innocence. Some of them were probably itching for a fight as it stood like Livia and Quint who she had humiliated in front of hundreds of people.

They struck Clarke as the type of people who would jump at the opportunity to repair whatever damage she had done to their ego. It was a bit of leap, but Clarke could not and would not dismiss anything.

Someone wanted Clarke and Skaikru gone. That much was clear. And they were willing to attack their own allies to do it. It was a conspiracy that spread further than Clarke could see.

The people that attacked them at the Mountain could easily be impostors. Trikru and Azgeda almost never worked together and that in itself had to be a hint at something larger at play.

But what was it?

There was a knock at Clarke's door and she rose quickly to her feet before opening the door. A handmaiden held a tray of food and she smiled at Clarke as she stood in the doorway.

"Breakfast is served, Skaifaya," the woman said and Clarke took the tray from her, "Heda wanted me to tell you that your party is free to explore the city during the meeting. You may pick two people to attend as well."

The handmaiden bowed before she was gone. Clarke kicked the door close before placing the tray of food down. There were eggs, slices of bread and fruits which made for a very filling meal. Clarke hadn't realised how hungry she had been until she began eating.

Clarke poured herself a glass of juice and she was pleasantly surprised that it still tasted great. It had been left standing the whole night, but it had kept its flavour surprisingly well. Clarke finished off her first glass and was about to pour herself another when there was another knock at her door.

Clarke didn't quite feel like walking to the door so instead, she called out to the door, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Luna who was already fully dressed including her facepaint. The oceanic blue framed her eyes in a series of flowing lines and shapes. Luna closed the door behind her and sat down at the table with Clarke.

"Nice room," Luna said as she looked around, "The other generals would be very jealous."

"So I've heard," Clarke said with a slight smile before it faded away, "I'm scared, Luna."

Luna looked at Clarke silently encouraging her to explain. Clarke took a few moments to compose herself before speaking.

"I feel like the generals won't be content with a simple explanation," Clarke said finally breaking the silence, "There's a group out there that tried to recruit me. I know I'm not the only one to have gotten an offer and then there's the attack at the Mountain..."

Luna grabbed Clarke's hands in her own which served to calm Clarke down, "Listen, Clarke. You're not in this alone. Indra, Lexa and I all firmly believe you. Rest assured that if we do go to war, Skaikru will not be in it alone."

It was mystifying how Luna could calm Clarke down so easily. It wasn't the first time and Clarke had a feeling it wouldn't be the last either. Clarke could not be more grateful to Luna for the past few months. Clarke wasn't sure where her head would be at if it weren't for Luna.

"We need to get you ready," Luna said causing Clarke to nod, "You can handle your clothes, right? Use your conversion power to make yourself something decent. Do that after you take a bath, though. That meeting room gets hot quickly so you'll want to be fresh when you get in there."

"I have to tell you something," Clarke said, but she was pushed away from Luna. It was about Madi and it was a conversation they probably should have been having earlier.

"Go get ready first."

Clarke saw there was no point in arguing so she went into the attached bathroom to clean herself up. Clarke opened both taps and to her surprise the water filling into the tub was hot.

How was this even possible?

Perfect plumbing with heated water was the last thing she had expected to find in Polis. There had to be an explanation for how some technology seemed to survive the wars.

It was something she had realised with how the Grounders, at least Trikru and Floukru, seemed to have an amazing knowledge of various herbs and plants. It could have been trial and error, but particularly in Trikru, there seemed to be extensive knowledge on them.

The knowledge was probably passed down verbally, but even then a lot of knowledge would be lost. Especially with more complex matters and yet the Grounders in TonDC had built an arena.

Logically, someone had to have been guiding its construction, but even then who could it have been?

That could wait for later. Clarke closed the taps and she was relieved to see a variety of soaps and towels available for use. This room was probably used a lot for important visitors. It hadn't taken long to realise the tower was a hotel before the apocalypse.

Clarke stripped off her clothes before getting into the tub. She just soaked for a while allowing the water to soothe her muscles before she began to bathe herself. The soap she chose was smooth to the touch and had an understated yet pleasing, flowery scent.

Clarke eventually finished washing up and after drying up she picked up a few towels. Her power to convert matter was a godsend in times like this. Of course, she had actually stolen it from Diana, but that was neither here nor there.

A few minutes later, Clarke was wearing the clothes she had worn before her bath. The only difference was the silver pieces of armour attached to her arms and shins. It was very similar to what she had worn during her gauntlet against the generals just in silver instead.

It could be seen as antagonistic, but in reality, Clarke wanted to show she would not be intimidated. She did still feel nervous, but speaking with Luna had done a lot to quell that for the most part.

Clarke's hair was still a bit wet and she had converted the last remaining towels into her armour. She sighed before raising her hands in front of her. She moved her hands in circular motions and, slowly but surely, her hair began to dry as she moved the water out of it.

She walked out of the room after drying her hair and she was surprised to see Luna was still in the room. She was holding something in her hand and upon closer inspection, Clarke saw that it was black facepaint in a jar.

"No," Clarke said eyeing the jar, "I'm not putting that on my face."

"You really should," Luna said as she motioned towards what Clarke was wearing, "You are obviously trying to remind them of your gauntlet. You should go all the way."

"Fine," Clarke said, but as she looked around the room she realised another problem, "There's no mirror in here."

"I'll do it," Luna said as she moved Clarke towards a chair, "Close your eyes."

Clarke sighed, but she sat down on the chair before closing her eyes, "You remember what it is, right? Two solid shapes over my eyes joined by a line and then–"

"Two inverted triangles on your cheeks," Luna said with a hint of exasperation, "Let me give you a new one. The patterns usually have meaning."

"Usually?"

"Azgeda's patterns mean nothing," Luna said and Clarke could hear the other woman moving behind her, "They use their scars instead. The more intricate the scarring, the higher the prestige of a warrior."

Clarke could sense a bit of discomfort in Luna's tone and she completely understood. The scars were jarring and would have hurt a lot to apply. Perhaps that was the whole point. The scars had deeper meanings, but they were also meant to intimidate others.

"So what meaning will mine have?" Clarke said as she felt Luna begin to braid her hair.

"Be patient."

Clarke sighed but did not say anything else. A feeling of happiness followed by unease came over her as she recalled memories of braiding Madi's hair on the rig.

Luna probably wouldn't be rather put out that they had brought Madi to Polis, but Clarke preferred to have Madi near to her and surrounded by people who could actually take care of themselves in a fight. With half of the delinquents being MIA and the other half here in Polis, that made Madi the strongest person in Arkadia.

That was not a good idea.

Clarke wasn't sure how long it took, but she opened her eyes as soon as Luna moved away from Clarke's hair and sat down in front of her. Clarke could feel that there was something wrapping around her hair and she was sure it was a braid acting as a band of sorts to keep her hair in check.

"Hold still. This won't take long. Close your eyes."

Clarke obeyed Luna's command and there was a pause before she felt Luna's fingers rub over her eyelids in circles. It was a bit uncomfortable, but Clarke managed not to move as the paint was applied to her eyes.

The feeling of unease about Madi's whereabouts increased even as Clarke felt Luna apply three vertical stripes extending from near her hairline continuing over her left eye and stopping at her cheek. It was a similar motion to an animal making claw marks on a surface.

"Open your eyes," Luna said and Clarke did as Luna asked. She looked down and she was surprised to see the black facepaint had turned purple. Luna had probably copied her matter conversion.

"Luna," Clarke said a small amount of trepidation in her voice as she looked into her friend's eyes, "I need to tell you something."

"I am almost done," Luna said as she dipped her thumb into the paint, "I need you to be quiet for this part."

Without further ado, Luna dragged her thumb over Clarke's cheek applying a horizontal stripe of purple paint. Clarke's eyes flitted over towards Luna's, but she was more focused on applying the paint.

Luna applied an identical stripe below the first after reapplying some paint. The action was at once both innocent and intimate. The sparks Luna's touch elicited caused Clarke no small amount of conflict.

Luna seemed to sense how tense Clarke's body was and after applying a third stripe her hand lingered on Clarke's face. Her hand cupped Clarke's face and she was barely able to meet Luna's deep brown.

"If things go wrong," Clarke said her voice barely above a whisper, "It's all my fault. I should have joined the Coalition and I should have stayed at Arkadia. None of this would have happened. I was just so ashamed and I had to leave..."

Clarke's gaze had fallen from Luna's as she stared down at her feet. The weight of her sins having returned gradually over the past few days. It had been easier to ignore it when on the rig, but now she could never go back to the rig.

She was the Chancellor now. She had to see the families and friends of the Mountainers she had killed. She had to see the faces of the Arkers who had been killed or abducted at the Mountain.

She may have to lead Skaikru into war.

It had been so selfish of her to leave. She had been given the Novus because she was the most worthy, but Clarke felt like she wasn't worth anything. Wherever she went, she made mistakes and the massacre of the Mount Weather citizens was exactly the same.

"Do you really think so little of Madi and me?" Luna said causing Clarke to snap her head back up, "You said you wished you never left. If it were not for you, Madi would be dead or worse. "

"That's–"

"Let me finish," Luna said placing her hands on Clarke's shoulders, "For all your power, you are still just human. You have many qualities. Smart, brave, kind, but you're still just one person. You cannot shoulder the worries of the world along with your own."

"I'm sorry," Clarke said smoothing her pants down with her hands, "I'm so glad I've met you and Madi. You both really mean a lot to me, but I still owe it to my people to be there for them. I have to think about them before myself. That's why I was given these powers. I killed hundreds of innocents and–"

The confession nearly spilt from Clarke's lips, but she managed to cut herself off. It had been easy to ignore for months now, but with her friends missing it was impossible to ignore.

The Grounders had not even hesitated before storming the Mountain. They had moved through the mazy hallways without making a single mistake. The Azgeda warrior who had attacked them had looked right at the camera.

Furthermore, the forest fire was accelerated by hydrazine which could only come from the Ark stations and even then it was near impossible to store safely. The focus on the delinquents and Clarke herself was even more damning.

There had to be a third party working with the assailants. Someone who knew the Mountain in and out. Someone who had it out for Skaikru and especially for Clarke herself. There were only two people that fit all those descriptions.

Cage Wallace and Lorelei Tsing were still alive.

It shamed Clarke how easily she had allowed them to run free. She had not told anyone and it had not been brought up to her. Everyone likely assumed they were one of the unrecognisable corpses that were scattered across the Mountain.

They had no reason to believe a core part of their enemies from Mount Weather was still alive and likely aiding their enemies. It was the same mistake Clarke had made with Diana who was still at large.

A faint, cold feeling of amusement emanated from deep within Clarke's mind and that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"I'm–" Clarke began struggling with her words, but she calmed down when she felt Luna's hand trace her chin and lift her gaze from the floor.

The simple action at one caused Clarke immense amounts of joy and anguish. Luna lowered her hand and Clarke could see the woman was waiting on her to finish. Luna was sitting with her back straight and, just like Clarke herself, seemed to be taking deep and slow breaths.

"Madi's here," Clarke felt rather terrible at using Madi to change the topic (especially since she should have told Luna earlier) but it worked masterfully. The air changed and Luna's face settled into a frown.

"Take me to her."

Luna's tone wasn't exactly mad, but Clarke was sure she'd be able to smooth things out once they sorted things out.

"Let's go."


Clarke had a decision to make.

Madi and Luna had greeted each other with a warm hug. Madi had given Clarke one as well, but Clarke hadn't been quite able to match the enthusiasm that Madi seemed to exude.

Thankfully, Madi hadn't seemed to notice, but Clarke was sure at least one of Bellamy, Octavia and Raven had noticed her anxiety. Luna definitely had noticed. No one brought it up just yet however due to more pressing issues.

"They only want two of us?" Octavia asked her tone relaying her anger, "They outnumber us 12 to 1. It should be all of us. Who knows what they'll do?"

Clarke wasn't quite sure if it was deliberate by Octavia to put Floukru with the others, but it seemed to put Luna on edge. It was also a sentiment Bellamy and Raven seemed to share.

The suspicion and distrust in the air seemed to make the table they were sitting around smaller.

"Not all of the clans are quick to attack," Clarke said in a bid to calm Luna down, "We won't let things go that far. The Commander isn't so militant. I'm sure she'll listen to reason."

"The same one who left you at the Mountain?" Bellamy snorted and Luna's glare seemed to wash off of him.

"Yes," Clarke said after a moment's pause, "She did do that. I haven't forgotten, but that's not important right now. Someone has their sights on us and I'm willing to bet they're working with some of the generals."

"How much power do generals have?" Raven asked, "Can they really orchestrate a war without their leader's input?"

"A fair few of the leaders aren't quite as strong as they used to be," Luna said as she traced the grooves in the table, "It's not uncommon for a general to succeed the leader. It happened to me and Indra. Some generals...usurp the seat of the leader. Nia was a general before killing the previous leader of Azgeda."

"Wouldn't that cause a rebellion?" Octavia asked putting aside her slight animosity for Luna, "People wouldn't really let someone elect themselves to the throne like that. Skaikru–"

"Did the exact same thing," Clarke said cutting Octavia off, "First, Kane took control from Jaha and then me from Kane. Not a single vote was cast both times. I've fought Ontari. If Nia is strong enough to keep Ontari in line then no one would dare move against her rebellion."

Octavia had the decency to look a bit embarrassed. The girl still tended to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and it showed that she still had some of her volatile nature even after all this time.

"Back to the bodyguard issue," Luna said drawing everyone's attention, "The most important thing is that Madi absolutely cannot be there."

Luna's tone seemed to imply that she knew something they didn't. Clarke was sure she wasn't going to like it. Madi was seated right next to Luna at the table and her earlier joy had faded away completely.

Luna grabbed Madi's hand in her own as if to comfort her which sent alarm bells ringing for Clarke.

"Titus can sense if someone's a nightblood, " Luna said causing Clarke's stomach to drop, "It doesn't work over great distances, but it would be best if Madi had an escort that stayed away from the tower for the day."

Clarke closed her eyes for a second before sighing, "Okay, I've got it. Octavia, you and Lincoln got attacked by two warriors from different clans and Raven got attacked by another three. Your words will hold the most weight."

"So I'm stuck on babysitting duty?" Bellamy asked and there was a hint of annoyance in his voice. Clarke wasn't too irked by the comment because she knew Bellamy wanted to be with them in case anything happened.

Unfortunately, Luna didn't seem to understand that.

"You will be guarding Madi along with two of my own warriors," Luna said her tone a fair bit colder than Clarke was used to, "If anything happens to her–"

"Nothing will happen to her," Clarke said laying her hand down on Luna's arm, "Bellamy is very strong and you can trust him to do his job."

Clarke was sure Luna was still a bit mad at Clarke for bringing Madi to Polis, but her hands were tied. Madi, on her own, was stronger than anyone currently in Arkadia, but even then it was foolish to tempt fate.

The Azgeda teleporter or the man who controlled the shadows, Atari, could break in and out of Arkadia with ease. Bellamy had almost beaten the Azgeda woman before and given a second chance Clarke was sure he would prevail.

"We can do this," Clarke said looking at everyone around the table, "Even if things don't work out the way we've planned, I'll figure out how to fix all of this."

That was a promise.


"You are the reason over thirty Coalition villages have been burnt to the ground."

Clarke stood in perfect silence as she was flanked by Raven and Octavia. The collection of warriors in front of her were stony in their disposition. The sole exception seemed to be Luna who looked a bit apologetic as well as Livia, the Ingronarona or Plain Riders general, whose face was twisted in anger.

Clarke had beaten her quite easily during the gauntlet and it was surely a blow to the woman's pride. She had probably leapt at the chance to get her revenge at Clarke either by framing her or going after her for the attacks on the Coalition.

The official hearing had begun not too long ago. The generals had been given the chance to air their grievances and Livia had been the one elected to step up to the plate.

"I had nothing to do with any of those attacks," Clarke said staring down Livia before looking at the rest of the generals. The generals were all dressed in their facepaint and to Clarke's surprise included amongst them was Ontari.

Clarke had expected Ontari to be replaced by Nia, but the ice queen was nowhere to be seen. Lexa was here as well, of course, but Clarke didn't let her eyes linger on the Commander for too long. Aside from the guards to the generals and Lexa, Titus was the only other person in the room and he stood somewhere behind Clarke.

"If that were true," Livia pressed on, "Why was your face seen at many of these attacks? Few, if any, people have mastery over fire like you. You elected to not join the Coalition and disappeared from Arkadia for months on end."

"Perhaps you sought vengeance for being left at the Mountain," Livia said her tone holding a slight amount of mockery to it, "You already massacred hundreds of Maunon and Ripas. It would only be a matter of time before a monster like you set your gaze elsewhere."

Octavia took a step forward, but Clarke raised a hand to keep her back. The others in the room had responded in kind as the tension in the room ramped up. Livia seemed nonplussed by it all as she smirked at Clarke.

"Stand down," Lexa said and after a few seconds of pause the first of her people stood down. The last to sit down was Ontari whose faced was now set in an ugly smirk.

"Chancellor, you may continue."

Clarke nodded at Lexa who by all accounts appeared unfazed by everything so far. It was almost as if Lexa had forgotten that she walked in Clarke and Costia together.

Clarke hadn't told anyone about it just yet, but she intended to speak to Lexa and Costia about it. Separately, of course. There was some bad blood between the two and now Clarke was caught in the middle of it all.

"Thank you," Clarke said before folding her arms, "I am not responsible for any of those attacks. Yes, I held some...anger for being left to fight the Maunon alone, but that is in the past. I didn't spend my time wandering from place to place after leaving Arkadia."

"So where did you go?" Erid asked and the Sankru general's tone turned mocking, "To find the City of Light? That would make two Skaikru leaders running around the desert, correct?"

A few of the generals seemed to relish in Erid's words about Jaha's foolish foray. The exception seemed to be Luna and Indra which was reassuring. The Trikru leader seemed to be rather annoyed by Erid's more than anything.

"No," Clarke said choosing not to react to Erid's words she glanced over at Luna who nodded minutely, "I was actually living in Floukru territory for the past few months where I was welcomed with open arms."

That had not been what the generals were expecting to hear. A few questions were fired at her at the same time, but a motion from Lexa silenced them all.

Clarke could see that Lexa appeared rather surprised by this revelation which was weird. She'd expected Indra to have mentioned it to Lexa by now. As it were, the generals seemed to be torn between looking at Clarke or at Luna.

"Is this true, Luna?" Lexa asked not even turning to face the other woman. Luna rose from her seat and walked over to stand next to Clarke.

"It is," Luna said ignoring the murmurs that her words invoked, "I happened upon Wanheda near one of our beaches and we... reached an agreement. She has been by my side for months on end and I assure you it is impossible for Clarke to be responsible for what happened in your villages."

Livia seemed to be put out by this as she turned to Luna, "Are you calling us liars? In case you don't know, Indra has already scanned our memories and those of multiple other witnesses."

"No," Clarke said taking charge of the conversation, "I believe someone within the Coalition wants to destroy it."

If the burst of activity after Octavia took offence to Livia's words was a spark then this was a bonfire. All the generals and their guards leapt out their seat. There was a cacophony of screams and insults and so on, but there was only one person stupid enough to leap forward and attack.

It was Quint, the Yujleda general who like so many of his peers had a bone to pick with Clarke. He rushed Clarke, but she was well aware of his every move. She raised her hand and was about to fire a psionic blast when Quint stopped dead in his tracks silencing the room.

His body was frozen in his rushing position. The dagger he held onto twitched minutely along with every muscle in his body. A drop of blood began to leak out his nose and Clarke was barely able to hear him speak.

"H-Heda...why?"

It was then and only then that Clarke looked at Lexa. Her pose mirrored Clarke's own, but her hand was slightly curled up. Her face seemed to be the picture of fury as she stared down at Quint.

"Clarke is a guest of mine," Lexa said and her hand curled up, even more, causing Quint to let out a deep groan. The blood leaking from his nose seemed to have increased as well leaving red spots on the floor.

"You'd do well to treat her as such."

"I-I apologise, Heda," Quint said and when his situation did not change he flitted his eyes over to Clarke. They were extremely bloodshot and tears were threatening to leak from his eyes. His blood vessels and veins were bulging across his body and they seem to get bigger as time went on.

"I apologise, Wanheda."

The invisible chains holding Quint disappeared. He collapsed in a heap landing hard on the cold floor. He still seemed to be reeling from the pain, but he would be able to continue.

Quint staggered to his feet and by the time he had made it to his seat, the room had been cowed into submission. Luna remained by Clarke's side, but after a wordless conversation, she too returned to her seat.

"Indra and Luna," Lexa said causing the two to perk up, "I want to see if what Clarke says is true. Begin the memory transfer."

The two generals seemed to obey without hesitation. Indra took Luna's hand in her own and it was a bit surreal watching it from a third person's perspective.

Indra and Luna's eyes seemed to close in unison and there was a bit of awkward silence as Indra did her thing. It took maybe thirty seconds before they stepped back from each other. Far longer than when Clarke had done the same with Indra. Luna had probably shown a few months worth of stuff to Indra.

Indra walked over to Lexa and for the first time, Clarke realised Lexa may see how close Clarke and Luna had gotten. It felt wrong almost to let someone see what should have been private, but Clarke quelled that thought.

Luna would have known to not show anything too private. The question would be whether Indra would show Lexa Clarke's memory. Clarke did not know the Trikru leader well enough to even guess if she would.

Finally, Lexa opened her eyes as Indra stepped away. Her green gaze stared right at Clarke and there was something of a burning intensity to it. The gathered warriors waited with bated breath until finally, Lexa spoke.

"Chancellor Clarke is innocent," Lexa said and she raised a hand to cut off any protests, "I trust Indra with my life. Luna is also one of my closest friends. Their memories are more than enough proof that Clarke has been framed by someone."

"Heda, please," It was the first time Titus had spoken throughout the meeting, "There is no incentive to frame Wanheda for these crimes. I ask you to reconsider your decision. Skaikru are not to be trusted."

Clarke heard Octavia mutter something under her breath, but she was otherwise silent. Raven had been very quiet all this time which she was grateful for. It probably wasn't easy for Raven to be in the same room as the person who had called for Finn's death.

As if to confirm her suspicions, Clarke glanced at Raven whose expression seemed stormy as she stared at Lexa. Clarke had no idea how long Raven had been like nor if anyone had noticed, but it was too late for that now.

For one scary moment, Lexa stared right at Raven before turning her gaze to Titus.

"Do you doubt Indra, Titus?" Lexa's voice was cool as she stared at Titus.

"No–"

"Do you doubt Luna?" This time Titus' face seemed to twist and it was caught by virtually everyone in the room.

"So it is Luna you doubt," Lexa said as she rose to her feet, "Why? Do you think she's weak? Unfit to be a leader or is it because she is from my class of novitiates? You called for death for weeks once I had ascended. I told you to drop it."

Lexa rose from her seat and the hair on Clarke's body seemed to stand on end. The prickly sensation was not a coincidence as Lexa seemed to reveal another one of her powers.

Lightning travelled around Lexa's body and her hair flowed wildly as she stared at Titus, "Either you doubt Luna _or_ you doubt _me_?"

"Which is it?"

Titus seemed to have been cowed by Lexa's display and his muttered words were clear as day, "I apologise for my words, Heda. Tradition has always stated that only one novitiate may survive the Conclave. As a flamekeeper–"

"Silence," Lexa said cutting Titus off, "I told you multiple times to let go of your hatred for Luna, but it seems you are unable to do so. If we blindly follow tradition, we will never evolve. I see you still wish for the old ways. With the generals as my witness, you have been stripped of your rank as Flamekeeper."

"I shall choose a new keeper from the Order of the Flame," Lexa said her words seeming to suck the life out of Titus, "Thank you for your service, teacher."

It was a rather harsh and abrupt action that seemed to silence everyone in the room. Clarke wasn't quite so sure why Lexa had been so drastic until it dawned on her. Lexa must have believed her about the treachery.

If clans were on the fence or even fully against Lexa, she would have to show a strong front to tip the scales in her favour. That would probably explain the rather harsh way she had halted Quint's attack.

Clarke had initially thought Lexa had used her magnetic powers to stop Quint. However, the bulging veins all over his body, as well as the blood dripping from his nose, removed that idea.

Lexa could control blood.

It was garish and horrifying, but undeniable. Clarke could only imagine the pain Quint had been under. To have your own blood turned as a weapon against you. It was the highest form of irony and seemed to make Lexa's suit her full title even more.

Commander of the Blood indeed.

"Everyone, you are dismissed," Lexa said as the lightning around her slowly faded away, "Clarke, please remain behind."

There was something of a rush to get out the doors. Neither the generals nor their bodies even so much as moved towards Clarke as they shuffled out. The last to leave were Raven and Octavia and it was the latter who spoke to Clarke.

"We'll be with Bellamy in the meanwhile," Octavia said and Clarke nodded and smiled gratefully.

"Thank you."

Soon, the doors were closing leaving behind the two women. The tension in the room hadn't dissipated all that much or at the very least it felt that way to Clarke. She was still unsure of how much Lexa knew and that made choosing her words a bit tricky.

"Why'd you have me stay behind?" Clarke settled on simply going for broke. Lexa settled her gaze on Clarke's and she remained silent for a few moments before speaking.

"What evidence do you have of there being treason?" Lexa said answering Clarke's question with a question of her own.

"I was given the option to join the traitors," Clarke said causing Lexa to blink a few times in surprise, "I was on an errand for Luna."

"You said no."

It was a statement by Lexa not a question and Clarke confirmed her thoughts with a nod. Lexa seemed to lean back in her chair and she averted her gaze turning her body away as she did so.

"Why?"

Lexa's tone was far less severe than any other time Clarke had heard it in Polis or practically any other time. The only other time her voice had been so...mellow was when they had been alone before the Mountain.

Just like this.

"It wasn't for you," Clarke said, but she bit he tongue at how confrontational that sounded, "Not entirely. I'd made a promise to not join the Coalition. That included the problems you faced."

Lexa had not quite been able to hide her reactions from Clarke. The quick lurch backwards followed by a slight sag in her posture. As easy as Clarke was to read, according to Luna anyways, she had a sharp eye herself.

She just didn't know what to make of all those small reactions.

"You wanted to be a part of the Coalition at some stage," Lexa said as she seemed intent on digging up their short and yet complicated history.

"I did," Clarke conceded before frowning, "When I thought I could trust you."

"I know," Lexa said her voice barely above a whisper, "Yet you still stayed with who you had to know was one of my closest generals."

The unasked question hung in the air. Why? Why had she stayed with Luna for the past few months knowing that she was close to Lexa? On some level, Clarke was sure that Lexa knew the answer.

"She's a good person," Clarke said causing Lexa to sit up slightly, "I couldn't stay in Arkadia after what I'd done at the Mountain. Luna and I got off to a rough start, but I could see the rig was different from everywhere I'd seen on Earth. And it was Luna's creation, after some time I thought I could throw away the sins of my past like everyone else there."

"It is not easy to forgive yourself. Especially when the ones who you should be getting forgiveness from are already gone forever."

"It's not," Clarke agreed and it was clear that Lexa was not just speaking about Clarke in that instance.

"Luna thinks very highly of you," Lexa said and Clarke noted that her hands were gripping the arms of her throne, "And of Madi too."

To her mild surprise, Clarke was not surprised Lexa knew about Madi. The girl had spent a lot of time next to Clarke and it would have been suspicious if Luna left out the majority of their time together on the rig.

It still made her uncomfortable.

"I won't make Madi join the novitiate class," Lexa said, "Luna and I are living proof of what scars that may leave on you and I think I owe you some measure of peace of mind."

Clarke wasn't sure why it happened. Perhaps she had been bottling her emotions over the past few months especially when it came to Lexa. She barely spoke about Lexa with Luna at all.

No more than their oath and the major happenings at the gauntlet and the Mountain. Nothing about the night in TonDC or their talk before the whole gauntlet. Or their time training at the river near Arkadia.

She'd let all those emotions, contrasting and confusing, simmer and boil, but with Lexa deliberately prodding at them, Clarke snapped.

"Peace of mind?" Clarke whispered under her breath, "You owe me peace of mind? That's bullshit, Lexa! You owe me so much more than that."

Clarke was barely able to keep her powers in check as she marched towards Lexa. She stopped a few feet away from Lexa. The distance acting as a buffer to prevent her from doing something she regretted.

Clarke glared down at Lexa her face twisted by her fury, "I rescued your mentor from Mount Weather. I beat your people's mortal enemies on my own. I ended two centuries worth of slaughtering of innocents."

"I cured and returned Reapers to your people," Clarke said her voice beginning to break, "I killed hundreds of people. I returned the love of your life to you and all I asked was for some land and trading."

"I could have asked for so much more," Clarke said her voice gruff and low, "But I didn't. A part of me still cared about that stupid kiss in your tent. Even now, I–"

Clarke paused as she saw how Lexa's expression did not seem to change. It filled her with anger as the one topic that had been anathema to the both of them did not seem to elicit a reaction from Lexa. As if she didn't care.

"But I see you didn't care at all," Clarke said and this time she couldn't hold back her powers from manifesting. Bright red light rolled off of her and Clarke tried to ignore the dark whispers in her head as she stared at Lexa.

It's all her fault.

"You just wanted to manipulate me," Clarke whispered as she stepped forward and grabbed onto Lexa by her cloak. Her hands gripped onto the material that made up Lexa's cloak and she pulled the taller woman to her feet.

She wants to use you.

"You wanted to use me. Like a tool," Clarke whispered as she glared at Lexa words flowing from her mind rapidly, "My mind to beat the Mountain. My power to cow your enemies into submission."

She wants to use everything you have.

Clarke pulled Lexa closer and they were so close Clarke could feel the warmth of Lexa's body as they were pressed up against each other.

Clarke noticed how Lexa's eyes were almost fully black and her cheeks reddened ever so slightly, "My body to–"

A stinging sensation erupted in Clarke's cheek and it took her a moment to realise Lexa had landed a slap to her face. Clarke took a step back and it was almost as if she had woken up from a trance.

Clarke wished she could take back what she had said, but before she could she was gripped by the shoulders. Clarke felt her world spin as she was spun around and pushed down into Lexa's throne.

Their positions from just over a minute ago were now inverted. It was Clarke who was leaning away from Lexa whose face was contorted in anguish. Lexa eliminated the little space between them as she crouched over Clarke.

"Do you think so little of me?" Lexa grit out as she loomed over Clarke. They were so close Clarke was able to detect a flowery scent that wafted off of Lexa. This had the added effect of further unbalancing Clarke who was frozen not by any physical means, but by the weight of Lexa's words.

Lexa reached into her shirt and pulled out a necklace. Clarke looked down at the pendant and she was surprised to see the ring she had given Lexa all those months ago.

The bright green was still identical to that of Lexa's eyes.

"You said you had your own as a reminder of those you failed and to stay true to yourself," Lexa said, "You said someone as wise as me wouldn't be foolish enough to give others happiness at the cost of my own."

"You were wrong," Lexa said her voice seeming to keep Clarke pinned down, "I will always give up my happiness for that of my own people. It is my duty as Commander. Costia helped me realise that."

Clarke felt her curiosity spike at that. It was such a casual reference to the woman who had at one point been Lexa's driving force to maintain the Coalition.

"She wants nothing to do with me," Lexa said her voice so low it sent shivers down Clarke's spine, "She hates me for not rescuing her. I left her in there and you saved her. I almost killed her when you brought her back to me, but I stopped because you protected her."

Clarke gulped as Lexa's mask crumbled away. The rigidity in her body faded away entirely even as the power and authority in her voice remained.

"She hates me," Lexa said, "She hates me so much for allowing her suffering to continue for so long. She told me this herself. She no longer wants or needs me."

"This necklace," Lexa said as she pointed to the ring, "It made me realise her pain and suffering was my fault so I gave her the best that I could offer her. She could...run around with whoever she desired as long as she was discreet."

A sick feeling formed in Clarke's stomach. It wasn't just from the revelation of Costia's words, but also by how Lexa had twisted Clarke's advice all those months ago. The ring served a constant reminder to the Commander of Clarke's words.

"I know she hasn't done so yet. It's not easy to escape the status of being my lover," Lexa said a wry smile on her face that quickly faded, "Until you were here. The way she kissed you...She wants you, Clarke. She needs you."

"That is not important right now though," Lexa said and her voice seemed to have lost all the edge and grit it had held seconds earlier, "It hurts me deeply to admit this, but so long as we bring the traitors to light then you can rest assured I won't interfere with your relationship with Luna and Costia."

"Luna?"

The question had spilt from Clarke's mouth before she could stop it. It was filled with all the incredulity and confusion and understanding that Lexa's words invoked in her.

"I saw her memories of you, Clarke," Lexa said her voice low, "You mean a great deal to her. To both of them. If you asked her, she would probably come to an agreement with Costia–"

Lexa's rambling was cut off as Clarke slapped her. It stunned the older woman into silence and Clarke took charge of the conversation once more.

"I'm still mad at you for what happened at the Mountain," Clarke said rising out of the throne, "But this is bigger than that. You don't need to make yourself a martyr because of whatever guilt you're feeling."

"You did not know Costia was in the Mountain when you left me there," Clarke said causing Lexa to aver her gaze, "You made the decision to save your people from the Guardians and... it was the right decision."

Lexa looked back at Clarke at her words and her face was the picture of surprise. Lexa remained silent, however, and so Clarke continued to speak.

"I'll help you save the Coalition," Clarke said finally, "I've seen what a peaceful society is truly like when I was with Luna and I think it's something everyone should be able to enjoy."

Clarke's words were as genuine as they could be. She did want all the fighting and bloodshed to stop. Luna had managed to build a peaceful society on this cursed planet and it was one of the many things Clarke admired about her.

The same went for Lexa too even though Clarke could barely admit it to herself. Lexa had fought to build the Coalition and from the various horror stories of the past that the other Floukru people would tell her.

If they were to be believed then the time before Lexa's rule compared to now was like night and day. Lexa was willing to sacrifice her own needs for those of her people no matter how much it hurt her in the end. It was beyond selfless.

"You're a good Commander if not the best your people have seen," Clarke said as she held out her hand, "I'd be stupid to bet against you."

Lexa grabbed Clarke by the forearm as they performed the warrior's handshake. A physical confirmation of their pledge to work together. There was no need to draw blood to cement the alliance. Their understanding went beyond the physical.

The two of them were more similar than either of them would dare to admit, but it was that similarity that made the foundation of their renewed alliance stronger than before. Neither of them had much in the way of choices and this was for the best of their people.

"I'll need you to tell me which clans were involved in the attack on your people," Lexa said as she broke the handshake, "I will speak to the generals one at a time. We will reconvene after that to go over everything."

Maybe someday they could worry about what was best for themselves.

"Okay," Clarke said as she recalled the clans the assailants supposedly belonged to, "Their leader was a woman with Azgeda colours. She has the power to teleport. It's just like Anya..."

Maybe.


"Stay right next to me," Bellamy said to Madi who nodded immediately. The girl seemed to be content with looking at what Polis had to offer.

It was nicer than it had any right to be Bellamy thought.

He would have expected the capital of a militaristic people to have been less...beautiful. It wasn't traditionally beautiful like the cities before the end of the world or like those of ancient civilisations.

It was different. The buildings had signs of having been repaired and redone over the years. There were additions that did not fir the original architecture and all-in-all it was a bit patchwork. However, that was where the beauty lied.

The buildings still held the elegance of the pre-Ark era, but the Grounders had adjusted them to suit their needs. Tapestries hung from windows and there were new bronze statues of warriors and animals alongside weathered stone statues from ages ago.

The resiliency to hang on and not let their presence be ignored was something to be admired. It was something Bellamy had wished he had the freedom to do here on Earth.

He couldn't draw like Clarke or build stuff from scraps like Raven. Octavia seemed content with learning Trigedasleng from Lincoln. Bellamy had never had the time to learn a skill for pure leisure. The most he could get away was reading.

He read anything and everything he could get his hands on and Octavia had latched onto some of his stories. Those books were all long gone and on Earth, he had lost something he dearly cherished. It wasn't until Echo moved to Arkadia that he was able to find something fun to do

Whittling.

It had taken a while for him to land on that in particular though. Echo had first shown him to make a spear and then use one. She did the same with a bow and arrows. Soon, Bellamy gained an appreciation for wood carving.

There was an abundance of wood around Arkadia and perhaps more depressingly an abundance of knives as well. It was as simple as picking up a piece of wood and a knife and he was all set.

Kind off.

He wasn't anywhere good enough to make anything terribly special. His room was filled with various trinkets that he worked on intermittently. He hadn't really had much of anything until Echo noticed his little side project.


"Ah damn," Bellamy muttered as he pressed his knife a bit too deep into the piece of wood he had found.

He had gotten the admittedly optimistic idea of making a chessboard from scratch. It was...not going too well. The board was the easiest part. All he had needed to was bribe Raven into cutting a square board of wood for him with her technomorphing. He just had to handle the pieces.

He was failing. Miserably.

He had so far made five pawns none of them matches the pictures he was using for reference. They were wonky, misshapen and about to be thrown into the nearest fire.

Bellamy tried to fix the mistake, but all he ended up doing was cutting deeply into his finger as the knife he was using slipped. A flash of pain spread through him and Bellamy sighed as the wound began to leak all over.

It was a deeper cut than he thought and in his haste to bandage it, he did not notice his door opening. Bellamy turned and got the surprise of his life when he saw Echo standing by the door.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

Bellamy ignored the roll of the eyes from Echo as she took the strip of cloth from him and began wrapping the wound. The wound was still oozing some blood, but Echo deftly cleaned the wound before tying it up.

"Do all of your friends call dangerous cuts nothing?" Echo asked as she finished up cleaning the wound.

Bellamy felt a bit embarrassed by her dry tone as he muttered, "It's just a flesh wound."

That was not the case at all. His enhanced strength had bitten him in the ass. The 'flesh wound' had revealed parts of his body that he preferably not see again.

"Your sister said the same thing about her broken wrist," Echo said a small smile on her face, "She did eventually go to your healer after I finished our spar, though."

It was a new development at Arkadia. In the weeks since Clarke had left, Echo and Lincoln were helping whoever was interested to develop their combat skills.

Octavia had been the first to show up.

"That's O," Bellamy said a grimace on his face as he applied pressure to the wound, "She's a tough person."

"You all are," Echo said her eyes boring into Bellamy, "I was going to tell you to get your bow ready for a real hunt, but that seems impossible now."

The emphasis Echo put on it being a real hunt made Bellamy scoff. Harper's ability to control animals made it extremely easy to hunt. That seemed to go against all Echo stood for as she chose to hunt on her own when not giving combat lessons.

"How did you get hurt?" Echo said before her eyes landed on the bloodied knife and wooden pieces, "You can barely make a bow from wood. You should not be using such sharp knives just yet."

"I can teach you if‐" Echo cut herself off as she noticed the bandage on Bellamy's finger getting gradually darker, "You need to get to your healer. Come."

Bellamy was a lot less stubborn than Octavia and the throbbing pain in his hand made him follow Echo all the way to Medical. He was left alone with Abby and the cut was a fair bit more serious than either of them had thought.

It was well over an hour before he was able to return to his room. He walked in and he was surprised to find all the blood gone, but more importantly, there were ten perfect pawns on his table.


That had been the beginning of Bellamy's friendship with Echo. Bellamy liked to think he was rather self-aware or at least more so than your average person.

He did have feelings for Echo. She was beautiful, strong and smart. She seemed to have an infinite reserve of useful knowledge on Earth. Whether it was the capital of the Trishanakru or which plant would heal a cut quicker than most.

She had unknowingly contributed to his breakup with Gina. To his shame, he had said the wrong name at the wrong time and that had not gone over well with Gina. Thankfully, Gina hadn't decided to share that with anyone.

Bellamy would have never lived it down.

It was just one of the many problems they'd had. Bellamy and Gina had sort of just drifted on. They pretty much just went through the motions and both of them knew it and yet neither of them did anything to fix things. Bellamy's slip up was simply the final push they needed to end things.

That being said, Bellamy had not pursued something with Echo. There was still so much that they were learning and had to learn about each other.

Bellamy was ready to take the plunge, but Echo was not yet there. It was hard to get a reading on Echo when she didn't want you to. Bellamy knew she was still working through her time as a Reaper and abandonment of Azgeda, but he didn't know quite how to help her.

She had made progress over the past year, but there was still a long way to go. And now she was gone. They had been hunting deer the one week and the next week she was gone.

It made Bellamy mad. At the Grounders. At Clarke. At Skaikru, At Echo, but all of that paled to the anger he felt at himself. It wasn't just Echo. Harper, Miller, Jasper and now Monty had been taken from right under his nose.

Bellamy was weak.

He only had two powers. He had lost his sonic scream the same day he had awoken it. No matter what he did, he just couldn't use it. He also didn't have the faintest idea of what his fourth power was.

Meanwhile, Raven and Octavia seemed to have gotten the hang of their four powers. Clarke had a laundry list of powers that seemed to increase every time he saw her and a stark contrast was Echo who never showed her powers.

Bellamy felt as though he was reaching a plateau when it came to his strength. It had taken months just to unlock his second power and even then he never got to use it all that much.

Hell, Bellamy had a feeling Madi had better powers than him. The girl was walking just ahead of him as they walked around Polis. Truthfully, Bellamy wasn't sure how long they had been walking around Polis.

They would stop at various stalls and look at the different items for sale. Some vendors were kind enough to give them free samples and Bellamy made sure to thank them with the slivers of Trigedasleng he could speak.

Luna's two lackeys trailed behind them like moths to a flame. Neither of them got too close, but Bellamy still felt offended that he was told he needed backup.

Clarke obviously knew and trusted Luna, but she hadn't earned any goodwill from Bellamy thus far. The woman had been rather rude and stubborn throughout their little meeting. He had no idea how Clarke could stand to be around her.

Bellamy was drawn from his musings as he realised they were in a more populated area of Polis. The streets were far narrower here and there was an immense amount of foot traffic. Bellamy had to hold Madi close to him as they fought their way through the crowd.

They broke through the worst of it, but just as they did a person in a hooded cloak walked past them. Something compelled Bellamy to look at the cloaked person's face and he was surprised when he saw it was someone he knew.

"Echo?"

Echo seemed to gaze at him directly before her eyes widened. She immediately sped past him as she took off back towards the throng of people behind them. Bellamy held onto Madi's arm as he directed them back the way they came in.

What the hell was going on?

"Come on, Madi," Bellamy said to the confused girl as he pulled her along, "We need to hurry."

Echo was already deep into the crowd and Bellamy felt hopeless. Then he noticed she was near one of the two Floukru guards who were still moving through the crowd. Bellamy yelled to get their attention, but all it seemed to achieve was freezing them in their tracks.

Echo barged her way through the two of them, but her hand seemed to linger on one of the men. Bellamy fought his way through the crowd that was now decreasing in number slowly. He caught a flash of Echo rounding a corner before she was gone.

He lost track of Echo as people seem to be emptying the streets with some haste. Bellamy felt a surge of unease that only seemed to get worse. He reached the two guards and he cursed as he saw the one that Echo had touched had a dagger sticking out of his side.

"Get me a healer!" Bellamy shouted to the people still around, but it didn't seem to achieve anything. The other guard shouted something in Trigedasleng and it seemed to resonate with some people.

So no one here spoke English. Great.

Bellamy saw that the wound was severe and he doubted that the guard was gonna make it. To his surprise, Madi knelt down next to the man her hands already glowing green.

"I can heal him," Madi said her voice more serious than he had expected it to be.

This was his chance.

"Look after her!" Bellamy said to the unharmed Floukru guard who nodded as Bellamy pointed to Madi.

That was all the confirmation Bellamy needed as he ran the way Echo had disappeared to. Why was she here in Polis and why was she avoiding him? Bellamy rounded the corner and as he did he saw a flash of black cloth round yet another corner.

Bellamy ran through the streets of Polis as fast as he could as he followed Echo. His chase went for a few minutes before he realised they were near the outskirts of Polis. The buildings here were very rundown and the streets were completely devoid of life.

He heard a door slam up ahead and he sprinted to the sound of the noise. It brought him to two dilapidated multi-storey buildings that had to have been long abandoned. Wood eroded far quicker than concrete after all.

Bellamy wasn't sure which building to enter until he heard another crash come from the one on the left. Bellamy barged through the door of the building and he ran up the stairs of the building.

He heard noises above him confirming he had chosen correctly. Finally, Bellamy reached the top floor (roughly nine floors) and the wood creaked heavily as he walked across it.

There was only a half-open door and Bellamy raised his hands as he prepared for an ambush. He walked into the room and he sighed as he saw Echo standing with her hood up in the centre of the room facing away from the door.

"Echo?" Bellamy said in relief as he lowered his hands, "What the hell are you doing here? Why did you hurt that guy? What's going on?"

Echo chose not to respond and Bellamy idly looked around the room. It was filled with dilapidated furniture that must have been out of use for decades. There was a stack of dirty plates near Bellamy that caught his eye.

He picked up one of them as he stared at the static and silent stance Echo held. An orange light spread across the plate in a series of cracks and branching lines.

"You're not Echo."

A cold laugh was his answer as the hooded figure turned to reveal the Azgeda woman from the Mountain. She had her facepaint on, but it was outshone by the smirk spread across her face.

"You're a true genius," the woman said with palpable sarcasm in her voice, "It took you so long to find me. I'm sorry, but I don't know who this 'Echo' is. Could you maybe describe her face for me?"

"What did you do to her?" Bellamy ground out, but the woman chose not to answer, "Fine, what's your name? Your real name."

"Maine."

"Good to know."

Bellamy threw the plate at Maine and it let off orange sparks as it sailed towards her. She bent over backwards completely sending the plate over her. It flew for a few feet before it smashed into the wall.

The second the plate hit the wall it exploded in a burst of heat and force. It blew a large hole into the dilapidated wall and Maine disappeared in a puff of smoke before appearing right by Bellamy.

She slammed a punch to his face before kicking over the table. Bellamy recovered quickly and he grabbed onto the stack of plates before charging them all at once. They weren't too heavy so their explosions wouldn't be too large.

He didn't want to bring the house down with him after all.

Once, all the plates were charged he used his telekinesis to send them flying at Maine. However, the woman expertly dodged each and every projectile. The explosions were ripping apart the room they were in and multiple fires began to spread.

Bellamy finally caught her off guard by launching a table into her. She rolled head over heel before Bellamy caught her in a telekinetic hold much like the last time. He slammed her into the walls over and over until he saw she was unconscious.

He ignored the rising heat in the room as he brought her closer to him. Blood was leaking from her head and a few of her limbs were broken in various parts.

A few seconds later, however, the injuries began to heal at an astonishing pace, but up close Bellamy was able to notice a shocking detail about her.

Her blood was black.

Maine was soon fully healed and she went up in a puff of smoke only to remain in the same spot. Blood as dark as night leaked out her nose as she stared at Bellamy.

"You learnt your lesson. Well done."

Bellamy tightened his hold on Maine as he clenched his fist. Her body visibly contracted from the force before he finally let go. A series of coughs escaped her before she looked at Bellamy.

"Echo is gone," The woman said as she smirked at Bellamy, "She caved a lot quicker than I expected. She kept screaming one name the whole time. Over and over and over and over. You're Bellamy, right? You're a lot weaker–"

Bellamy let out a scream of frustration as he sent Maine flying through the flames and the wall to the side of them. He cleared a path through the flames with his telekinesis which he also used to control his fall.

He ignored the rapidly growing crowd that must have been attracted to the explosions. There was a circle around something and Bellamy let out a curse as he saw what it was.

A tattered and destroyed black cloak.

A shadow was growing rapidly below him and a second later, Clarke landed as her wings rapidly melded into her. She looked at the now-burning building, the confused and panicked crowd and Bellamy's bloodied face before a question filled with confusion and anger made Bellamy feel half as tall he was.

"What the hell have you done?"


Maine [Nightblood]

Name origin: Maine, USA

Powers: Teleportation, Talking Smack


Author Notes:

Well, here we are. The next arc (and fully OC) is now underway. It was, paradoxically, very easy and very difficult to write. A very Clarke-centric (as is the standard lol) chapter, but at least Bellamy got some much-needed spotlight.

A whole lot happened. Some good and some bad.

I'm curious to hear what you guys have to say about this chapter. Hopefully, you guys enjoyed it.

P.S Season 7 of The 100 has gotten off to a wild start. I'm loving it so far, give it a watch if you haven't already


Power Listing:

Octavia Blake^ (4/4):

- Crystal armour and transformation

- Concussive blasts

-360° vision

- Invisibility

Raven Reyes^ (4/4):

- Weather Control

- Laser beams

- X-ray vision

- Organomech Transformation

Bellamy Blake^ (2/3*)

- Telekinesis

- Explosion induction

- ?

^Note: Enhanced physical capabilities i.e strength, speed, stamina, reflexes and durability(limited)

*Note: Sonic Scream is gone