"No weapons," Lincoln said. They looked to the sign at the entrance of Polis. "It is against the law."
Bellamy lifted the gun from around his body and placed it on the ground. He took the handgun that he once used to shoot Jaha out of back waistline of his pants. He tossed it aside next to his other gun. Octavia laid her sword down, and Raven laid her gun down.
"You really think this'll work, Lincoln?" Bellamy looked over to Lincoln and Octavia.
"Anya was— is the commander's second, and the commander will want her people back. My people believe jus drein jus daun. Blood must have blood. If Maunon has taken lives, then Maunon will pay with their own," Lincoln spoke. Bellamy,
Raven, Octavia, Lincoln, and Finn walked through the path to Polis. They all raised their hands above their hands to signify that they had come in piece. Every arrow in the tree line was aimed at them.
"Ai laik Lincoln kom Trikru en ai gaf Lexa kom Trikru, Heda kom Kongeda," Lincoln announced. They reached the end of the path and walked into Polis.
People passed throughout the streets. Children ran around laughing. Merchants stood in their booths and sold food, clothing, and other items. They were a society. The delinquents' eyes followed the large tower up to the flame.
"Indra," Lincoln said. He reached out to grab her arm, but she turned away.
"Traitor," she mumbled. They followed her into the tower and up the elevator. The four Skaikru were astounded by the fact that there was a living and thriving civilization.
When they reached the top floor, they were treated by several grounders who stood watch by the door. They stepped aside and opened the door as Indra led the guests through the door.
"Heda," Titus said. "Your guests are here."
"I should have you arrested. Although, it seems that you are either very brave or very foolish for setting foot in here, Lincoln kom Trikru," Lexa said. She stared at Lincoln intensely.
"Heda, he is no Trikru," Indra glared at Lincoln, "He is nothing but a traitor."
The commander ignored her.
"You," Lexa said. She pointed at Bellamy, "What is your name?"
"Bellamy Blake," he answered.
"What is it that you seek, Bellamy Blake of the Sky People?"
"Peace," he said.
"Nonsense," Indra scoffed. Lexa glared at her once more before raising her voice.
"Enough, Indra," Lexa demanded. Indra stepped back into the darkened corner.
"You ask for much, Bellamy. My people hate Skaikru, and I cannot grant it to you," Lexa said. "Why is it that you seek peace?"
"I have information that you want," he said.
"How could you possibly know what I want?"
"Anya," Bellamy said, "your second, is still alive."
"That's impossible. She was killed on the bridge in the explosion which your people caused," Indra said.
"She's alive," Finn said. He stepped forward. "Along with many of your people, but they won't be for much longer."
"Are you threatening the lives of my people?"
"No," Lincoln answered, "He is not. Em ste Maunon, Heda."
"Maunon?" Lexa asked, "Tell me more."
"They're draining our people and theirs as well," Lincoln explained. He tilted his head towards Bellamy, "for their blood. They hang them from their feet until they are dead and give their bodies to the reapers. You know that Maunon is responsible for the acid fog, but they are responsible for the reapers, also. They create them at the expense of our people."
"How have you come about this information?" She asked. Finn spoke up.
"I was there, and I saw it with my own eyes when I escaped. It's our people, and it's your people. We can't sit back and let them be murdered."
"You all come to me for peace and for help, but I cannot give you both."
"But you can," Bellamy said. "I know you've considered it. Why else would you have agreed to see us or to send your second to meet us on the bridge that day? We have a common goal— to free our people. So, let's do that together. We have understanding of their technology. You have the army. I want my people back just as much as you do, Heda. You wouldn't be a great commander if you didn't care about your people."
The air was heavy. Skaikru's fate was in her hands. Lexa remained silent and thought.
"I will take it into consideration."
Bellamy, Raven, Finn, and Octavia sighted in relief. Consideration was better than a no. It was hope.
"Heda, you can't be serious!" Indra said appalled. "You should wipe out Skaikru while you have the chance and march our armies on the mountain."
"I could. I should," she paused, "but I won't. There will be a summit tonight to give my final decision. Until then, neither Skaikru nor Lincoln are to be harmed as they are now under the Coalition's protection. Am I understood?" Lexa stood. She looked around as the grounders nodded. "Titus, our guests should have rooms for the night. Make sure they are treated well, and call for a summit with the ambassadors."
"Yes, Heda," Titus said. He looked at Bellamy, Raven, Finn, Lincoln, and Octavia. "This way."
"Bellamy, a word?" Lexa asked.
"Of course," he said. He walked back towards Lexa.
"Give us the room," she ordered to Indra and the other grounders.
"Tell me, Bellamy. How many of your people are taken?" Lexa asked.
"Forty eight."
"And your other leader, the girl—was she taken as well?" Lexa asked.
"Yes, Clarke was taken." Bellamy looked away as if to hide a tear.
"You speak as though you care for her. Do you?" Lexa asked.
"I do," he answered.
"Is she the reason you came to me for help?"
"No, my people are the reason I came to you. Clarke is the reason I want to kill every single person in that mountain."
"You would do anything for her?" Lexa asked. She sympathized with Bellamy. Lexa would have done anything for Costia, if she were still alive.
"Yes, Heda."
"Very well then," Lexa said, "If your people can get us into the mountain to bring both of our peoples home, then I, Lexa kom Trikru, Commander of the Twelve Clans and heir to Becca Pramheda, welcome Skaikru into the coalition as the thirteenth clan."
"Thank you," Bellamy said.
"We bind ourselves in blood," Lexa said. She stood and pulled her blade from its sheath. She cut across her hand. "Oso tai choda op kom jus," she said as she handed the blade to Bellamy. He noticed the odd color of her blood. It was dark. He took the blade from his ally's hand and winced as he slid it across his palm.
"Oso tai choda op kom jus," Bellamy said. He reached out his hand to Lexa's hand, and he smiled. They were going to save their people. He was going to save Clarke.