Lone Wolf

Trouble Afoot

They leave Polish within a day to return back to camp. The trip is smooth without delay or incident, which Clarke is more than thankful for. When she awoke in the morning she could feel the air shifting, and for a moment she wondered if they should delay returning home. But if there was no real evidence that something was wrong then there was no point in anyone having to worry. After all it was just a little sense, she's been wrong before. Besides why delay their departure when it meant leaving Polis that much sooner? The faster they leave the city all the better. 

The trip was quite fruitless in Clarke's opinion. There was no solidified plan in place on how to deal with Christian and his clan. There was no way to know his whereabouts or where his soldiers were sent to next. There was no pattern to his attacks on the villages. Making it impossible to know his next move. The only thing they were sure of was that he needed to be stopped and there was no way to do that without a solid plan.

Clarke knew her brother better than anyone else on the ground, She knew these attacks had an end game. Every grounder in each village was slaughtered with no survivors, or so they found. Clarke knew several of the villages that were attacked and many who lived in them. Select few in which she knew were natblidas hidden for protection. And those bodies were never accounted for. She feared that those natblidas were taken by force or worse, tortured and ritual and killed for being half-breeds. Something that was outlawed by all clans including Natkru. But that was many years ago before the fall of their great leaders in Clarke's own parents. Now her clan was in grave apparel, and if they didn't change soon she knew that they would all face the same fate as they're false leader- death.

It wasn't a pleasant thought and Clark tried her heart is not to think about the consequences of what may come in the end. Bella media all he could to reassure her and help her think of anything else but it was no use. Christian had to die, and if our people did not change they would be wiped out. It was just how the world was and there was no changing that. They gave all the information they could in Polis and argued and fought with the delegates of the coalition but ended up right where they started. Nothing and then waiting.

When they exit the Rover that same little sixth sense returns tenfold as the hairs on the back of her neck stand as a sudden chill runs down her spine. Shocked Clarke looks around the perimeter of camp but again finds nothing out of the ordinary.

"You okay, Princess?" Bellamy asks with a gentle hand pressed against her lower back. He looks to the trees as he tries to follow her gaze but never finds what she seems to be seeking.

"Yeah. I'm good." He wanted to press further knowing her tense stance meant something was  bothering her but before he could ask or mutter another word a small voice from camps shouts their names. A little voice belonging to a certain grounder that never failed to brighten their days no matter how difficult it may have been.

"Clarke! Bellamy!" 

Madi appears from the tents as she shouts, followed by Lincoln and Octavia soon after. Clarke smirks, nudging Bellamy with her elbow. He rolls his eyes and glares momentarily but it doesn't last when Madi tries climbing up his back. 

"Bell come on! I wanna pig ride!" She says excitedly. Bellamy chuckles and kneels down for the little grounder to wrap her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck as she climbs on his back. 

"Madi, it's called a piggy back ride, not a pig ride." He tries to conceal his laughter, but it slips through and the little mini Clarke has none of it. She delivers a swift kick to his ribs and wiggles around. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on lets go! Pleease!!" Clarke simply shrugs when he gives her a look but he obeys the child's plea and starts running around camp. It felt good to be home again.