No Hero: Lost Among the Flame

Bekka

Lexa

"I'm not her, Lexa"

It came from her mouth, it was her voice, it was her hand on my back so why did she say it?

Picking my head up from the crook of her neck I stared. My hands moved to her biceps to hold her as I searched her eyes. They were unreadable. "Why are you saying that?" I asked, my voice coming out just above a whisper. Freya didn't say anything. Her expression was a mix of seriousness and empathy. "Why are you saying that?" I asked louder as I shook her.

Is this her forgetting me?

The pit in my stomach only grew. Tears rolled down my cheeks freely. "I tried for more than eight years to get to you. To show you I am alive. I called you everyday on the radio. Beja hodnes" I choked on the words.

I felt a hand on my shoulder trying to gently pull me away from Freya, "Lexa I-"

"NO" I shouted spinning around and slapping Clarke's hand away. She dropped it to her side but reminded where she stood. Then I turned back to Freya. "Be angry with me but you know who I am, you know who you are!" my voice rose with every light shove of her shoulder.

Gaia stepped in to block her from me, "That is enough."

"It's alright, Gaia" Freya said moving her to the side again.

Her eyes held mine for a short stint of time before they surveyed the room. However mine never left her. She was wearing black leather armor that revealed some of her skin, over it she wore a cloak. On her hands were fingerless gloves that led into wrist cuffs.

"Can one of you just tell us what's going on?" Bellamy spoke up annoyingly. I would glare at him but that would mean taking my eyes away from her. I lifted my hand to wipe each cheek. I will spend another eight years asking for her forgiveness if I must. Looking at the real her and not just a drawing was so much better.

Freya stepped forward to set her hand on my arm. She nodded towards the table. "Take a seat and I will explain" she said. I frowned only able to show my confusion. My confusion was battling to outweigh my happiness from finally seeing her again. I need to get her alone so I can speak with her honestly.

Murphy stood up from the chair closest to the end and moved to stand behind Emori. I took his seat and leaned my elbows on the table so I could prop my head on my hands. I felt Clarke set her hands on the back of my chair.

"From what I have heard you are all familiar with my work" Freya said sitting down across from me at the table. The two she brought with her stood behind her. There was a noticeable gap between them and Indra.

"Your work?" Bellamy was the one to ask.

I folded by hands together to cover my mouth. Squinting across the table I studied her. What was she up to? Was this because of Wonkru?

She nodded once, "My name is Becca Franko, I created the flame and I've been with Freya since she came to me in the city of light." The room filled with quiet chatter as everyone questioned the statement. "But your people call me Bekka Pramheda" she said directly to me.

I've told Freya the story of Bekka Pramheda was she using that as some kind of tactic?

"Becca Franko died like ninety years ago" Raven said. She reached into the inner pocket of her jacket and pulled out a book. "I have her book" she announced. 

Freya quirked an eyebrow at her, "And?"

"If you're her what's on the second to last page?" Raven challenged.

"It's a drawing of the flame 2.0 once its activation code has been said" Freya answered easily. Raven flipped through the pages and slowly showed it too Bellamy and Emori next to her. "Turn to the middle of the book where the pages are sewn to the spine. There you'll find the formula I used to make myself a nightblood" she added.