Bellamy had come to the conclusion that he had finally gone insane. He had come to this realization because there was a Grounder standing in the middle of the Council Room, willingly divulging information about herself, and who was apparently not apart of the faction of Grounders they were fighting, Trikru she had called them. He had yet to decide whether or not this was new problem to deal with on top of Trikru and Mount Weather or a goddamn miracle.
He was suddenly jerked back into reality by Clarke jabbing in him his ribs with her elbow, jerking her head towards the Grounder to pay attention. The Chancellor had just walked in along with Byrne, gun in hand. Is this going to be a discussion or interrogation? Bellamy thought.
"I'm sorry if this seems severe," Abby said unapologetically, referring to Byrne's drawn weapon, "But we feel the need to take precautions."
"I understand, though I would prefer it if that gun wasn't so closely pointed to my head," the girl quipped. Now that his attention was on her, Bellamy studied her features more closely. Her dark brown eyes had a kindness too them, with a few freckles across her tawny cheeks and one on the center of her nose. Her clothes were in lighter colors than any of the other Grounders he'd seen before and seemed to be higher in quality in way.
She certainly didn't look like a threat. But then again, look at Clarke or Raven or O, Bellamy thought. She's a threat until we can prove otherwise; we don't need anymore problems than we already have.
"How do we know we can trust you?" Clarke said, voicing Bellamy's thought. "How do we know that you aren't lying about being from Trikru?"
"You'll just have to decide that for yourself, I guess. But I do promise you that the clan you're fighting are no friends of mine or my people."
Abby glanced at Byrne and back at Clarke and him. The Chancellor took a breath, "All right, let's talk."
"As I said before my name is Sonja of the Water Tribe. In the language that we speak in my Tribe, we are known as Aguatri. About two, maybe three months ago we saw what we assume was the first of your people of falling to earth. We didn't know what to make of it. When your larger ship, I'm guessing, came down, we were more than curious and wanted answers.
Our Tribe's king, sent me as an ambassador-"
"I'm sorry did you say king?" Bellamy asked, not really believing what he had just heard.
"Yes, we have a king or chief or whatever you want to call it. So does Ice Nation," Sonja answered. "They're another clan."
"How many clans are there?" Abby questioned.
"Well that's the tricky part. There is the Coalition and there's you and me. The Coalition is an alliance of sorts of twelve clans, tribes, peoples, etc. The leader of the Coalition, the Commander, is chosen from one of the clans at a young age by a series of trials. The Woods Clan, or Trikru, is currently leading the Coalition. It is meant to keep the clans from fighting. Water Tribe is not apart of it."
"Why not? If it's meant to keep the peace than why not join?" Clarke asked.
"I didn't say it worked," Sonja retorted, "There was a lot of bloodshed before and after the Coalition was formed. There is vying for power between every clan, trying to lead with the next Heda, the next Commander. Aguatri didn't want to be apart of that. We keep to ourselves, we keep to our territories. We thought it better to try to survive on our own then having to deal with a nest of vipers every day."
"So where does that leave us?" Bellamy asked. If this Woods Clan, this Coalition was as bloodthirsty and powerful as the Grounder girl described then they were in trouble.
"If the rumors that I have heard about the Sky people are true, then you're in trouble," she responded.
"What rumors?" Abby asked slowly, sharing a glance with Clarke.
"That a Sky person with a gun killed nearly two dozen innocent villagers. That all these Sky people walk out with these weapons from Before and are eager to hurt anyone they meet."
"Part of that's true, about the boy with the gun at least," Clarke said, nearly whispering. "But we just want to get our people back from the Mountain."
"The Mountain?" Sonja questioned.
"Mount Weather, the Mountain Men have some of our people and we just want to get them back." Clarke said again.
Sonja sat still for a moment then smirked.
"What are you laughing at?" Abby remarked, confused and a little taken aback.
"Just that it would be better for you and the Woods Clan to be allies rather than enemies. The Coalition probably hates the Mountain just as much you do, or so I've heard."
"Why?"
"The Mountain Men took their people too."