From the Ashes

43

"'Sometimes friends are the only
Escape
We have from ourselves'"

- Atticus

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。・°°・Bear・°°・。

"All that's certain is that we die," Pike called out, making Bear bawl up her fists by her side.

She hides away for a few days, playing in the gardens of fairytale with her niece, and then she comes back to reality to see Pike standing before them all.

Who the fuck did he think he was, standing up there, talking about virtuous death? This bastard was the one who blamed everything on Bear.

Her parents blood was smeared by his existence.

"How we die is up to us."

Bending down, she plucked Eliza from the ground, who was hugging onto Poppy. The furry creature had gotten quite attached to the little girl. Not many people liked that a bear cub was running around in their camp grounds, but a glare from Bear shut them up pretty quick.

Hugging the girl close to her body, Bear bit her lips, keeping back from sneering at the man who looked her right in the eye.

"Who will speak for Iris Jones?"

He has no right to hold this ceremony, for these honourable people. Looking off to the side, at Kane, she saw the small smile he sent her way.

Abby, what have you done, allowing Pike a voice here?

"Iris was strong. Good with a knife," the boys voice carried through the quiet shell of their fallen ship, a knife softly held in his gras,"she saved my life... I'm just sorry I couldn't do the same for her."

Flipping out the knife, he placed it gently on the table, where all the memorables of the fallen were placed. The heartbreak in his stolen glance, as if he were letting her hand go one last time.

"We will miss Iris," Pike called,"May we meet again."

"May we meet again," Bear whispered, hissing slightly as Poppy's claws dug into the side of her neck.

"Who will speak for Gina Martin," Pike called, making Elizas little head look up to Bear with wide, teary eyes.

"Is that?" She whispered, her voice softly disappearing on the last letter.

Bear nodded her head gently, as she watched with solemn eyes, Bellamy Blake make his way centre stage.

It seemed the two best friends had lost both their loves, in the walls of Mount Weather.

Grasping in his hand Ginas book, The Iliad, Eliza dug her face into the side of Bears neck. Bobbing slightly, the girl realised Eliza and Poppy were getting slightly too big to carry.

Nodding her head as acknowledgment to Bellamy, he turned to face her, knowing she'd be one of the few to truly understand the words he was about to speak.

"Gina was real," Bellamy whispered,"she always saw the light, even here. She deserved better..."

Suddenly wiggling out of Bears arms, the girl clutched Poppy to her body, as she watched little Eliza dash down the main trail. Smacking into Bellamy's leg, she clutched onto his pants.