Has it ever happened to you that you have what you think it is a great idea but as soon as you start writing it you want to bite your fingers off because it sucks so much and you can't find the words to say what you want and it's so frustrating you would rather smash your computer against the floor and then jump over the little pieces and laugh and cry histerically? No? Just me? Ok...

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Her heart pounded heavily against her chest, her lungs greedely feeling with air waiting for the moment the knife would slice the flesh. Clarke could feel a drop of hot blood running down her neck, a result of the struggle against Murphy's hold.

Sick son of a bitch. She should have never trusted him, not in the slightlest. Now it was too late though she doubted it even matter, they would both be dead soon. Suddenly she remembered Finn, had he been captured too? She wanted to warn him to run back to camp but she was afraid that if she tried the knife would go deeper.

"I did what you wanted!" He said outloud, moving the knife to a better position. "I brought her here! now, why don't you put your arcs down?"

Me?

She could see Anya from her estance, her eyes glued on his as she watched him. "Alright." She gestured with her hand and the archers dropped their weapon, and surprinsigly, so did Murphy. Clarke's hand flew to her neck and she stepped away as far as she could from Murphy without alarming the grounders. The cut hadn't been deep she noticed but it would surely get infected if she didn't treat it.

Anya stepped closer, not enough for her to run away but enough to put her on edge.

"I'm sorry we have to meet again under this circumstances," She said. "I'm afraid there was no other choice." The politeness on her voice surprised her.

Clarke stared at her and when she spoke she sounded more brave than she felt. "What do you want?"

"The same as you, peace." That caught her attention. "Your people have proven to be more... resilient than what we had originally thought. Our first plan after you destroyed the bridge had been to attack, again but the circumstances have changed and there is a way for things to work out for both sides."

She looked at Murphy, he would steal glances at her every now and then but his stare was focused on the men. He was afraid.

"How?" Clarke didn't trust her, as far as she knew this was a trap to get them to trust them and then kill them. But the grounders was their biggest threat until winter came, then hunting would be more difficult, staying warm, dry and safe would be an even bigger challange add that to people trying to kill them, their chances were not good. So she listened.

"We are moving our camp south, rejoining other units. The jurney is long and tiresome and our healer is gone. You could replace him, come with us and your people would be spared."

Once the shock of the statement was gone a mild rage replaced it. They never even seaked for this shit and now they had to be spared? It was enfuriating and terrifying and not fair, not fair, not fair. "So if I go with you you'd forgive my people, call it a truce and you won't attack us, is that it? Why should I believe that? I mean I can think of a thousand ways for this to be a trap, am I suppossed to believe you'll leave your territory because of a few punches? Why should I believe you?"

"We are not leaving because of you, winter is near and this lands are practically uninhabitable. Besides, your little stunt on the bridge caused a decrease in our numbers and your misiles had done the rest of the job before that. We could engage a war and kill you all before departure but it would take down a few of our people as well, we don't want more casualties." She paused, letting the words sink in. "Since you are the leader we are giving you a choice, come with us and your people live or die along side them."

Clarke stood tall even though she felt like falling. Logic dictated that it was just another plot and that the escenario they were planting, peace, was not real. But the war was real and they knew an attack was inmminent. Was it true or not was something she could not know but, was she willing to try?

She took a step back, her eyes looking anywhere but them. It was a trap, it had to be but either way they would face war, the only chance to avoid that could be this... and they knew it and were using it against it but what for? Why not kill her with the rest?

"It's true." Murphy's voice cut through the hell that was her head. Her head snapped up and she stared at him. "They have been packing up since after they caught me."

"Thanks, it means a lot coming from the traitor." She spit. What would Bellamy do? Tell her that it was a trap and get the hell out of there, not to trust them, not to do this... Look at what we have accomplished here.

"Wo.. would I get to see my friends again?" God, was really considering this? Shit, she was.

"No, you have now to chose and we'll leave, are you coming?"

Her mouth opened but no sound came from it. If there was a chance...

"I'll do it. I'll go with you." Tears treatened to fall but she kept them in place, she had to stick to her gut, be brave or at least pretend to be. They could all be safe if she did this then it would be worth it.

"Good, you've made a wise choice..." Anya was cut off by Murphy.

"Our deal still stands, I did what you wanted I get to go too." He stepped closer, out of the corner of her eyes Clarke could see the archers raising their bows.

The grounder's leader barely spared him a glance and when she spoke she was looking at Clarke.

"A piece of advice, we don't take betreyals lightly." Before she could realize Murphy had an arrow across his neck. He gasped, fell on his knees as his hands tried desperately to contain the bleeding, his eyes wide with fear and then, he fell and stopped breathing.

Holy shit. Clarke stood frozen in place, terrified and horrified. Still, she couldn't say she felt sorry for him.

"Tay." Anya's command brought her out of her stuppor and she watched as one of the men with the knifes picked up his lifeless body and took something from his hand, thin golden strings. Her hair.

"What is he doing?"

"If your people think you died they won't come after you." Planting evidence. She watched as the man tossed the hair around and then put the corpse on his shoulder.

"Time to go." Out of nowhere a grounder appeared behind her and grabbed her. This was it, she closed her eyes, they were going to kill her. She felt her feet leave the ground and wind swirling around her. When she opened her eyes again they were reaching a high branch and the man was strapping her to him. On the ground she saw Anya and two men walking back to the bridge, their feet left no mark, no leaf stirred. The man kept climbing with her. She couldn't move like them, she realized, which would left marks her people could follow.

She could see the camp in the distance, the higher they climbed the more it revealed. There were more people than went she left, little black dots walking around. Smoke was coming out of a newly made smoke house. There were not other grounders on sight besides them but she knew that could easily change. Was this the lasst time she would see them? She preyed to whatever god that would hear her to keep them safe, for the grounders to keep their promise.

She had to believe they would be safe but Clarke couldn't think of what she was leaving behind, she made a choice and had to stick with it, no matter how painful.

She was leaving home.

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