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Solana Kane had cheated death days before her birthday. Or maybe she did die that night. All she knew, was that she was...
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"Do you think that man told them I'm Skaikru?" Athena asked as the two walked through the snow. Their hands and faces were covered in red blood, their clothes being soaked in it.
"Probably. They must be impressed." Ana laughs as they leave a trail of footsteps in the snow. It had been another week since they first faught. As they trained, ate, and fought together, the two had become closer. Ana would braid two braids at the top Athena's hair that was now more brown than blonde. The end of the braids were not braided as they were pulled into a low bun.
Athena would also braid Anagosta's hair. One braid at the top of her head with two smaller ones on the side. All the braids were pulled together into a ponytail where smaller braids were woven with beads and strings.
Ana whistled loudly as the laughing died down. Out of the woods came two horses. An all black, tall horse came out with another horse that looked exactly the same except with a white marking stretching from his nose to forehead.
The white marked horse galloped to Athena, letting her pet his nose. The two women jumped onto the saddles and rode home while often making small talk.
As they rode back home the decent sized cottage was able to be seen. The two women stop their horses and get off. There was a man in a cloak staring at them. He had Azgedan scars, one sword on his hip as he smirked at them.
"Chon yu bilaik?" Athena shouted as snow started to fall slowly. (Who are you?)
"Roan. But of course the Trikova knows that." He smirked as Ana only stared at him with a scowl.
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Octavia
"Oh thank god. Where's Clarke?" I asked as I wiped the sweat off of Lincoln forehead. He was tied to the floor of the dropship, just like a few months ago. We had found him in the tunnels, except he was a reaper.
"Trying to stop a war." Finn says as Abby walks in
He was pale, his dark skin was now a sickly green and his eyes were bloodshot as Abby checked on him. He had passed out not too long ago.
"Pupils are unresponsive." Abby mutters before grabbing a piece of cloth and handing it to me, "tie off his arm. As tight as you can."
"Lincoln might have a chance, thanks to the supplies your brother found."
"What is that?" I ask, seeing her stuck a syringe in a bottle of clear medicine.
"This will bring down his fever." She responded as she stuck the needle in. Right as the needle went deeper, Lincoln started thrashing around and grunting. He shook with pain and convulsed.
