Hey everyone!
Sorry for the longer than usual wait, but I've been quite busy lately.
Anyways, I'll keep it short, here's Chapter 8.
Chapter 8:
The Grounder's face twisted with confusion, and he glanced at his leader, who responded with a suspicious glare in Bellamy's direction.
"Who are you, and how do you know my warrior?" She questioned sharply, eyes narrowing.
Shifting his gaze to Anya, he began to speak. "My name is Bellamy. My people came from the sky on a shuttle. We do not intend any harm, we are just trying to survive-"
He was cut off. "Why did you come down to Earth?" She asked, less guarded than before.
Bellamy explained briefly, cringing when he thought of certain people up on the Ark. Once he finished, he glanced at Lincoln and decided to test a theory, a theory that could change everything.
"I came down for my sister, Octavia Blake." He added, dark gaze suddenly boring into Lincoln's, as if he was willing him to remember.
Lincoln's fists clenched and his eyes widened before he tipped his head ever so slightly in recognition. The Grounder somehow knew his sister, which could help keep the peace if it worked out.
"Alright. We will meet here in a fortnight to discuss an agreement. Come with him." She gestured towards Finn. "And one of your most trusted." She turned around and swiftly walked towards her horse, leaving Bellamy alone with Lincoln.
"Bring Octavia next time, please." Lincoln murmured, glancing back at Anya. He turned back to Bellamy, a look of desperation in his eyes.
Bellamy found himself nodding, and Lincoln jogged back to his people with clear relief. He watched as they mounted their horses and galloped away into the forest. He stood there, wondering about the place he had been so quick to leave, and hoped that everything was okay.
He was jarred out of his thoughts by Finn calling his name, and he glanced back towards the boy he had learned to hate. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, and slowly walked over, quickly being assaulted by the memories of the mushroom cloud that had been easily visibly from camp when Jasper blew up the bridge.
"You okay?" Finn asked, slight concern in his voice. Bellamy did not reply, instead waving him off with a frown.
They walked back to camp in silence, and were greeted by anxious kids, all curious and fearful about the results of the meeting.
Bellamy gazed around, subconciously searching for his co-leader before realization hit him with a pang. He coughed and rolled his shoulders back, pushing other thoughts to the edge of his mind. "The meeting went well, we are discussing the peace treaty in a fortnight. I will be taking two others with me to meet their leader, Anya, and a warrior of their's, Lincoln." He looked in Octavia's direction as he finished, and nodded when she arched her eyebrows in question.
A look of pure joy flooded her face, and he could tell that she wanted to sprint out of camp and see him immediately. He smiled slightly before gazing at the crowd that had gathered.
"We cannot do anything to screw this up. We could possibly kick their asses..." Mutters of agreement sounded at that. "...but they have thousands, and we would lose our numbers that we have. We are going to make a treaty with them to keep the peace, and when the rest of the Ark gets down here, we'll show them that we survived a hell of a lot longer than they expected."
Most of the crowd agreed on his last statement, and they quickly dispersed, going to sleep for the night.
The next two weeks flew by in a flash, and by the end of it, the walls were fortified, there was plenty of food storage, new supplies were being found, and guards were being trained. On the morning of the meeting, Bellamy summoned Finn and his sister to take the journey, leaving Miller in charge of camp for the day.
They quickly arrived at the bridge, and Bellamy saw a group at the other side in dark, billowing cloaks and armor. Anya, Lincoln, and who Bellamy recognized as Indra met the three Sky People in the middle of the bridge.
Bellamy noticed the euphoric glances between his sister and Lincoln, and sighed, knowing that she was extraordinarily happy, despite his reluctance for her to be in love.
Anya cleared her throat and rested her gaze on the eldest visitor to her area. "My Commander, after hearing news of a thirteenth tribe, wishes to meet with an ambassador of your people. I assume one of your companions may come with us today?" She questioned, resting her gaze curiously on Octavia.
Bellamy nodded, clenching his fists at his side. He knew, with certainty, that he didn't want Octavia to leave his protection. But, he also knew that Lincoln would protect her, and that Finn could potentially screw everything up. Hiding his emotions, he prepared to say the painful words.
"My sister will go." He managed to choke out, glancing at Lincoln with a warning glare. Anya nodded and beckoned her people to come with her, assuming Octavia would follow.
Octavia suddenly hugged her brother tightly, breath warming his ear as she whispered "I'll be back big brother." She broke away and ran towards Lincoln, who helped her onto his horse with a genuine smile upon his face. They galloped away, and once again, Bellamy stood in the same position he had a fortnight ago, this time knowing his sister was leaving to go to Polis. Shaking his head, he turned around when Finn called his name and went back to the camp. He quickly summarized what had occured at the meeting before going to his tent and falling into a fitful, restless sleep filled with groggy dreams of his former home.
I'm sorry it's so short, but the next chapter will be worth it.
This is probably one of my worst chapters, more of a filler than anything, but next chapter y'all get to see what happened to Clarke.
I'll update as soon as possible.
Please review, it'll motivate me to write faster.
Anyways, in case I don't write anytime soon, Happy Holidays!
