The Silhouette

Dusk approached. Octavia was still by Luna's side. Clarke and Bellamy were being escorted back to camp by Gershorn and Connor whilst Abby and Finn made their rounds among the tribe. Lincoln was meeting with Yaheera. Something was on his mind, but Octavia could not make out what it was.

In the corner, Luna stirred. Octavia got her a drink of water as she sat up. She gulped thirstily.

"Thank you," Luna gasped as Octavia replaced the cup. Then she took Octavia's hand.

"I've been meaning to speak with you," she paused to exhale before continuing. "Lincoln is as a brother to me, which makes you my sister. Do you understand?"

Octavia nodded.

"I knew you would come to him. I saw it before my vision was taken from me. I only wish I had seen all of the trouble you would bring with you."

They chuckled together in the dimming light.

Luna's grasp was tighter now, her voice more insistent. "You must survive. You must," came the command again, an emphasis on every syllable. "You have an important role to play, by his side."

Octavia stroked her hair, trying to soothe her, when a figure burst through the door.

The silhouette was framed by the setting sun, black against an incandescent sky of fiery red, luminous orange and deep purple.

"Tobias," a cry of relief escaped Luna's lips as the figure rushed to her side. Octavia watched as he held her in his arms, his tawny mane mixing in with her untamed curls. Octavia realized that they scarcely knew she was there.

"Always watching from a distance, even as a feral boy." Tobias did not respond, but held her gently by the shoulders.

Luna's breathing calmed and she placed her hand on his scarred temple. "I cannot know what you have seen," she told him "I do not have that ability. But I have seen your face in my dreams and it is beautiful to me," Tobias closed his eyes, pressing his cheek into her upturned palm. "I trust you to do what it right," Luna told him. "Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes," Tobias uttered. Then repeated, steadily, looking into Luna's eyes: "Yes."

Luna turned her gaze through the door way to the sky. The last remnants of the sunset had disappeared. Night was approaching and there would be no moon.

"He will come for me. The Commander. I do not need my vision to know that. I am his possession and he does not share. He is clever and he is sly. He rules by fear. He will be here soon."

Then, as if on cue, a watchman gave a shout.

The first of The Commander's outriders were approaching the gate.