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Bellamy

"She attacked Lincoln! Our only healer! We should be going after her and tearing her ap—"

Ever since Bellamy had gotten back to the village with Lincoln slung over his shoulder Octavia had been screeching in his ear about revenge.

"Octavia, technically we attacked her first. She kind of had the right to fight back." He grunted and deposited Lincoln on her bed.

"Our people are going to wonder why you didn't just kill her. They're going to say that you made a weak decision. Bellamy, we are barely keeping our power as it is. They don't trust us after they found out about Mom." Octavia whined.

"There is no 'we' or 'us', Octavia. I'm in command right now."

They had never really talked about this before, it was too uncomfortable for the siblings. Bellamy sat down in a chair by the fireplace and dragged his hand over his face. He shouldn't have brought it up. This was the last thing he wanted to talk about right now.

"You haven't been through the ceremony yet and you know it. Right now you're just filling in the position until the council decides if you should get the power or me or someone else entirely."

"They wouldn't pick someone from a different bloodline."

"Yes! They would! Especially now that they know about mom! They don't trust you to make the right decision because you have her blood!"

"Okay, Octavia I get it."

Bellamy knew that the silence that now fell between them wouldn't last. He also knew that she was only trying to help him keep control. But it was so goddamn hard sometimes. Octavia didn't want to take the leadership, she was too much of a free spirit for that. If someone else rose to power he and she would be in a lot of danger. So he had to keep it. Had to show everyone that he could keep it.

"You know…um, one of the council members was telling me that they would take you more seriously if you got a wife..." Octavia suggested quietly.

"No."

"Okay, fine, actually that's not what they said. That was just me being mom for a second. But they did say you should find a Second for yourself. I mean, I kind of agree because at least then you seem more formidable and threatening."

It's not like Bellamy had never thought of it. Getting a Second would be easy, and he'd always have someone sworn to guard his back. But the only candidate he thought worthy enough would be Lincoln, and Bellamy couldn't take away his sisters significant other. Plus Lincoln was one of the only healers who knew what he was doing and a lot of Seconds die.

Most Seconds die.

And Bellamy was already obligated to his sister, he didn't want to be tied to anyone else. Alright, so technically he was obligated to his people, but it was different with sisters and Seconds. Emotions would get in the way.

"How long until they come to a decision again?" He asked.

"Until you prove yourself ready or prove that you're not."

"Then I still have plenty of time don't I?" He smirked at her before standing up and leaving her hut. "Can you make sure everyone behaves for the rest of the day? I'm going to go plot the kidnapping of a Sky Princess."

He heard Octavia's amused giggle and took that as a yes. Grabbing the gun and pack the Sky Princess had left behind when she escaped, he began his trek back. There weren't many people out in the village at the moment, most were helping with the harvest in the fields. Others were doing personal chores or hunting. Bellamy would be the only one watching over the Sky People now that Lincoln was out cold.

The trees above him rustled around in the cool breeze. Winter was coming sooner this year. The days were already getting shorter. It made him remember the old story about how the sun couldn't stand the cold during this time of year and had asked the moon to take on a couple more hours so that she could warm herself up again before the next day. The moon didn't mind because he would do anything for the sun.

That's why winter was his clan's favorite time of year. There were countless celebrations, formal and informal.

The Festival of the Stars where we celebrate new life and new chances. Good luck and wishes coming true were usually at the center of the celebrations. It lasted three days, as long as the sky was clear.

That was his favorite one. It was also the biggest.

Then there was the Month of Shadows. Sounds ominous, right? That's because it's the darkest time of year, literally and figuratively. It was a month of redemption, making things right whether it be with words or with blood. The month of sacrifice. A month of newfound wisdom.

But there had only been one year when the Month of Shadows had gotten out of control that Bellamy knew of. One where sacrifice and redemption had been taken literally. Last year.

Bellamy didn't like thinking about it. Octavia and he had just about gotten over it. Or as over it as someone in their position could get.

He shook his head and brought his attention back to getting to the Sky People's camp without being spotted. He was quick and quiet as he worked his way through the forest and it was only a little before sunset when he got to the camp.

It wasn't that hard to get close to the camp, even with the newly erected 'wall' and the guards that were around it. It would be easy for him to sneak inside, but he waited until he was sure that it was worth it. To kill the time he climbed one of the trees and watched the people, children practically, going about their business.

Except something was different.

Most of the kids were circled around watching something excitedly in front of the metal thing that had brought them here. In the center of the circle was a familiar blonde taking up a fighting stance against a much bigger male. She was in an undershirt and shorts, her hair tied up, and she was obviously breathing hard. Bellamy's eyes squinted disbelievingly, there was no way that girl would willingly participate in a fight.

But then the goliath of a boy was going in for a blow to her head and she snaked under his arm, brought her leg up, and was an inch away from kicking the boy's teeth in when she stopped. Bellamy could barely hear the word 'again'. Then the girl took everything in slow motion, speaking to the boy as she went.

They were training each other how to fight.

Bellamy was glad that he was able to watch this, it would give him a clue as to what to expect if he had to fight them. His smugness was short lived however, because the training was suddenly over when one of the kids broke through the crowd to talk to the princess.

Everyone's eyes were on their leaders, something was obviously wrong.

For Bellamy, their leaders arguing was a great distraction while he slipped into camp. Even their guards were transfixed, so he slipped off of his perch and onto the wall before jumping down the ground and hiding behind a tent.

He glanced inside of it and saw that it was a food storage before slipping inside.

He could barely contain his laughter at how stupid the Sky People were.

They were eating a shit ton of Jobi nuts.

XXX

Clarke

"Wells, this is important. What is it now?" I sighed.

"I know, it's just that I think someone else take over the training for you."

"And why would that be?" I was aware of all the eyes watching us, but since it obviously made Wells uncomfortable she didn't bother telling everyone to mind their own business.

"You could get hurt. What would we do if you got hurt? We don't have another medic out here."

"I can't believe that's your reason." I scoffed folding my arms in front of my chest.

Someone else piped in, "Wells, she's better at teaching us than anyone else."

"I don't care. If you put your health at risk Clarke, you're putting everyone else's health at risk and you know it. There has to be someone else that knows more about fighting that can teach everyone." He stated.

"We aren't talking about this right now. You don't tell me what to do." I growled.

I made a disgusted noise in the back of my throat before giving him one last glare and then pushing my way through the kids.

"Clarke." I heard him call but I ignored it.

Ever since I came back five hours ago, Wells had been either breathing down my neck or ranting about how reckless I was. He wasn't only pissed that I had left camp, but that I had taken one of the guns when I clearly had no idea how to use it. I had told him that it made me look dangerous but he wouldn't hear any of what I had to say.

Someone, a girl maybe thirteen years old, stopped me and handed me a handful of nuts.

"They taste really good, and they'll eventually fill your stomach." The girl chirped.

I remembered the girl then, she had come to her the other day when she cut her hand after tripping over a rock. The girl had told me that I had inspired her to be stronger about everything that was going on.

"Thank you." I tried to muster a kind enough smile before shoving some in my mouth and heading towards my tent next to the dropship.

The girl was right, they did taste good. So I popped a couple more into my mouth while I stepped through my tent flap. I hummed as I took my hair out of a ponytail and brushed my fingers through it. After I was satisfied with my hair being tangle free, I sat on my cot and wrapped myself in a blanket and pulled my sketch book out.

Every day since we arrived I drew whatever new things I came across. Trees, flowers, berries, etc. And now I could add something else. People.

With that realization a chill went down my spine, but I shrugged it off and went to work on the first one, Lincoln. His mask was hard but I decided that it was close enough and moved to the next page. If I thought that the other one was hard to draw then this one was near impossible.

Eventually I decided that it was hopeless and that it was time to sleep. It was like my mind was refusing to communicate with my hands. For some reason I giggled at that thought.

Shit, something is wrong. Was my final thought before I drifted off to sleep.

XXX

Bellamy

The girl didn't even notice him slip into her tent when she was laying down on her bed. She giggled at nothing before rolling over and becoming as still as a statue. This girl looked so small, all curled up and peaceful. He had seen her eat the Jobi nuts, either she would have terrible nightmares or she would wake up and have horrible hallucinations.

He should have taken her away right then and there. But he didn't. There was a book on her lap, still open, and hell he was a curious little shit, so he inched over to her and picked it up.

At least fifty drawings were in it, the most recent being a very good one of him and Lincoln. With a stupid grin he slid down to the ground and leaned against her cot while he leafed through the drawings. A sunset, stars, and then one of them stopped him for a minute.

The fireflies from the first time he had seen her.

He heard a rustle behind him and froze. Another rustle and suddenly something sharp was pressed against his neck.

"Stand up and give me my book." The girl growls into his ear.

The princess was awake, and obviously pissed. Bellamy must have been wrong about how many of the nuts she had eaten. He stood up carefully and the book was ripped from his hand.

"Thank you."

And then the knife wasn't at his neck anymore and he heard her slump back into her bed. Bellamy braved a glance behind him and saw her laying on her bed looking at him with her arms wrapped around her sketch book.

"What's your name?" She asked sweetly.

Maybe he had been right about the Jobi nuts.

"Blake." He decided to reply.

"Hmm." She replied before standing up and heading for the tent flap.

"Oh, no you don't." He laughed.

He grabs her hand and pulls her back to her bed. She gives him a confused look. Bellamy really couldn't deal with her right now. If she went outside she might tell someone he was there. If he left the same thing might happen. If he brought her back like this she would be dead in the blink of an eye. So he decided to keep watch on her until the nuts were out of her system. She didn't protest, but looked vacant, like nobody was home.

That's when her hallucinations began. When the screaming began. He flew over to her and put a hand over her mouth until she stopped.

It was a long time before she stopped talking to her dad, or stopped crying, or stopped trying to run outside.

Bellamy wondered how he had gotten himself to babysit a princess.

At least this gave him some insight on what her weaknesses might be.

And he couldn't help but be a little transfixed by her pale hair and eyes. It was like sunlight flowed out of her hair and the sky took up residence in her eyes.

Hey, he was only human.