Stories Of An Average Dream

The 100: Grounder x Bellamy

*Draft*

It's early morning as the sun slowly peeks up over the mountains. The air is still fresh and quiet as everything in the forest is just barely waking up. Well, that excludes me of course as I've been up for the past few hours setting traps. I've just recently returned from the war against the Northern tribes. Five years can change how one thinks when forced into freezing temperatures fighting for your life against men with no fear. But they are no match compared to the men who hide in the mountains. They come with the fog, taking anyone who can not hide. They are more terrifying than the Reapers who eat our flesh. 

I snap from my thoughts as I take in a sharp breath. I look to the sky as mid-day approaches. An object speeds towards the ground, covered in flames. Large debris separates from the main mass and landing in a large radius. The object crashes roughly 10 miles West of my position near the river. 

What was that? 

Without further ado, I start my trek to the landing site. It doesn't take me long before I reach my destination. I close in with caution knowing others would've seen it too. Voices bring me to a complete stop. The language they speak sounds that of the mountain men yet they come from the sky. I quickly climb up the nearest tree to get a better look. The object from the sky lays in an L shaped clearing. Its shiny metal reflects the sun above. Humans are scattered around the clearing, all dressed in weird clothing. They seem to be excited about crashing and have naturally grouped off with likewise others.

I'm not sure what intrigued me so much to want to stay but it's been hours since I crawled up this tree. I'm still a little rusty with their language but from what I've collected that there seems to be two leaders. The girl who looks to be in her teens named Clarke and a man about my age in his early twenties named Bellamy. Clarke left not long ago with a few others to find this "Mount Weather" whatever that is. They all act without a care in the world. When I was a teenager I was training day and night to survive our harsh world. It was either kill or be killed by the harsh environment we live in or by our own kind.

"Zenzi." A hand lands on my shoulder. I tense up, about to throw the person out of the 40-foot tree, but quickly realise it's an old friend. 

"Lincoln," I whisper back, giving him a side hug. "Don't sneak up on me, dick." I let out a low chuckle as I playfully punch him. He gives me a smile before motioning for me to follow. Without a second thought, I follow Lincoln into the forest. 

Once in his cave home, he lights a fire. We sit around the warmth of the flames as he roasts two rabbits. "How long has it been?" He asks. 

"Five years. I've just recently come back as Anya has requested. I haven't even been to the village yet. I wanted to set some traps before hand but then I lost track of time." I reply looking into the fire.

"Well, you're not missing too much. The most exciting thing that has happened as of late is the sky people, yet that just happened. But even then they speak the tongue of the Mountain Men." He bites down on the rabbit's thigh and tears the meat away. I raise a brow at him and shake my head in amusement. "Anyways," He starts as he finishes his bite. "Anya asked me to get intel on the Sky people and see if they are a threat. There is a possibility that pieces of their landing box may have hit a few small villages and Anya will have their heads if that's the case." 

"I will assist you purely because I don't want to report back to Anya so soon." I felt at home in Lincolns cave home. We grow up together in the same village. We are roughly the same age yet I was the one chosen to fight in the northern war. It's crazy to think that even after five years it seems like the good old days back when we were teens. 

Lincoln afford me to stay the night yet the late-night horrors of the war weighed heavy on me. I paced outside the caves for a while before going back to spy on the Sky People. From the sounds of it, everyone had fallen asleep. I stealthfully duck behind a tree to get a good look at the kids around their dwindling fire. I turn quickly around another tree to sneak another peak when I'm hit with a hard chest. We both fall and roll down the small hill away from their camp. Once stopped I look up to the man that hovered over me. As soon as he made eye contact with me, I had him on his back as I straddled him to hold him down. Of course, it's just my luck to run into not just any Skaikru but none other than their leader. 

"Who... you?" He askes but I only understand a few words. "... you... from here?" Before he could say anymore and alert the others I cover his mouth with my hand and pressed a finger to my lips. 

"You-uh-see nothing." I threaten as best as I could, hoping it gets the message through before sprinting into the forest. I was long gone before he was even able to get up. 

I took my time getting back to Lincoln's home, by the time I reached it the sun had just starting to peek over the mountains. He stood leaning against a tree bear at the entrance.

"What happened to you?" He asks with a smile of amusement, nodding at my forehead. I wipe at it with the back of my hand, smearing dried blood. I give him a simple shrug, must've happened during my tumble.