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"BADAN YU HEDA OP O WAN OP!" Falo shouted, her body shook as it was paralyzed, her eyes blank of any and all emotion, her hands dangling off the sides of the bed. Blood dripped from her nose and onto her shirt. Her head snapped back to look up at the ceiling as she continued to speak words in their language.
Gaia sat on the end of the bed, watching Falo closely with a frown. She hated that all she could do was sit by and watch helplessly as they performed the Seperation Ritual, aka Vosenshou.
Clarke suddenly walked into the room. She frowned when she saw Falo shaking and blood dripping from her nose. "Falo." Clarke whispered, dashing over to shake her awake.
"No, no, no!" Gaia grabbed Clarke and pulled her away from the commander. "You don't interrupt her when she's communing with the commanders, not even Sheidheda," she looked over to Falo. Clarke furrowed her eyebrows. Gaia raised her own eyebrows. "The Dark Commander."
"Bida airein nou na kep yu klin!" Falo's head went back to it's original spot, more blood profusely bleeding out her nose. "Nat ai drein yu jus daun!"
"He's been getting stronger each day that goes by. . . she dealt with him too long and now he might be too strong for her," Gaia frowned. "And I'm afraid we might lose her to him if we don't do the Separation Ritual now."
Clarke sighed. "I'm not letting my friend suffer," she grabbed Falo's arm and shook her. "Falo, wake up!" Falo closed her eyes, so Clarke shook her again to fully wake her. "Hey, wake up."
Falo gasped and opened her eyes, locking eye contact with Clarke. She furrowed her eyebrows, wiping the blood from her nose. "Clarke, why did you-" she began.
Clarke cut her off by pulling her into a hug, holding her close. "It's alright. I'm here, Falo. It was just a nightmare."
Falo abruptly pulled away from her and stood up. "No, it wasn't. It was a memory." she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, holding Clarke's gaze.
"It wasn't real." Clarke tried telling her.
Falo shook her head. "What is up with you, Clarke? Did someone tamper with your memory? You know the Flame carries the memories and spirits of all the commanders, even Lexa. . . or did you forget after cryo?" she questioned.
Gaia sighed. "Clarke, ripping Falo out like that can permanently damage her."
"But it didn't," Clarke shrugged. "Did it, Falo?"
"I don't know." Falo admitted.
Gaia scoffed. "Clarke, see, we don't know what that just did to her, to her mind, or to the Flame!"
