I forgive because I...

Cave

3rd Person

Roan sets out on his mission to look for Clarke, roaming the outskirts of Camp Jaha. His first thought was that if something was to happen to her, she wouldn't want to be too far from home. However, near here, there is no evidence of there being anyone or anything near here. So, he journeys deeper into the woods.

Shouting her name was a stupid idea. Not only would it spook her, causing her to leave the area, but also because she has a bounty on her head. All of the twelve current clans would be looking for her, making it obvious that he's here would not be beneficial in any way. Dealing with Azgeda is the last thing he would want.

Roan's first priority was finding Wanheda and bringing her to the commander, but after a good few hours of walking, the sun was down and his body was starting to ache. So instead, he went to look for a place to stay the night, careless whether he had food or not, or if he was going to find Clarke tonight or not. From a far distance, he saw a few streaks of light appearing from behind the trees and rocks. What was it? It looked as if it was warm. Like fire.

His mind lead to the thought of it being Clarke, therefore keeping it as quiet as possible. Arriving at the somewhat cave, he peaked around the corner of the spandrel shape of rock. There was fire. The smell of cooked meat, too. Amongst that was a petite blonde girl in front of the fire, cooking this something. The smell of meat was indescribably delicious, he could feel the his drool building up in his mouth.

From the knowledge of her being hunted, having a bounty on her head and being on the run, he thought about her hatred for the commander and guilt she currently carries. Going up to her and asking for some, making himself welcome, wasn't a good idea. It was his mission to get her anyway, and despite his strict command to bring her unharmed he knew neither of them would get out of this without a few scratches and bruises. Roan reached into his back pocket to pull out a dusty bag. Something that would be good enough, preferably the element of surprise. Going over her head and knocking her out would make it a lot easier on the trip back to Polis.

Why was this girl sitting with her back facing the entrance? Anyone, including him, could easily sneak up on her which was exactly what he was doing. It was like she was asking to be captured. Shaking the thought out of his mind, Roan takes a step towards Clarke to place the bag over her head, yet as he does, Clarke turns, slashing his stomach hard enough to draw blood. Luckily it wasn't too deep to be fatal. The girl stood to her feet following by Roan tackling her to the ground. His hand was around her neck, thinking about how he could end it. Kill her, in simpler words. No, his mission to bring her back alive and he'd rather not be the next target of the commander.

"You seriously didn't think I hadn't noticed you stalking all day?"

Not in the mood for banter Roan looks around and finds a large rock the size of his hand and hits Clarke at the side of her head knocking her unconscious.

He checks her pulse immediately and lets out a large sigh of relief at the beat he feels under his fingers knowing he now won't be hunted by Lexa's men for killing something she wants.

Roan puts the bag over Clarke's head and gags her and decides to set off now as she might wake up and try to flea so he also ties her hands together, ties the rope the his waist and throws Clarke over his shoulders to carry her until she wakes.