in which a girl fighting
her own demons finds
a boy willing to fight
them for her
s1-4
Bellamy Blake x fem!oc
Started: 04/06/20
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BEFORE THE CONCLAVE
Aurelia nervously tapped her foot against the cobbled, stone floor, her heart thumping loudly in her ears as she waited for Gaia to call out her name. She wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to stand tall, but on the inside she was shaking as she assessed the warriors walking up the stairs one by one.
"I still can't believe we're doing this," Bellamy muttered from beside Aura, one comforting arm wrapped around her waist. She briefly looked up at the boy, taking note of the slight frown etched on his face.
"It'll be okay," she murmured as she cast her gaze back towards the stage, just in time to watch Roan accept the Azgeda sigil from Gaia. To be honest, the girl was trying to convince herself more than Bellamy.
“Octavia kom Skaikru, step forward.”
Aurelia straightened up in shock, her arms falling to her sides. Her head turned towards Clarke and Kane in question, but they appeared to look equally as perplexed.
"She's alive," Bellamy breathed out.
“Did you know about this?” Aurelia questioned as she looked between Kane and the Griffins.
Kane and Abby shook their heads.
“No," Clarke responded. "I had no idea she was even here. She somehow notified Gaia she was stepping in without us knowing."
Aura turned her gaze back towards the stage, and watched as Octavia sauntered up the stairs and towards the flamekeeper.
“Accept the sigil of your clan, and fight with honour as their champion. Ilian kom Trishanakru, step forward.."
“Would it be selfish of me to say that I’m feeling a little bit relieved," the raven-haired girl admitted as she looked up at Bellamy.
“No, not at all," the boy spoke as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Octavia's craving for violence makes her a good fit for the conclave. I know how much you hate killing people, and that might've cost your life."
"Yeah," Aura nodded as she leaned closer to Bellamy. "She's better at hand to hand combat anyway."
"These are your champions for the final conclave." Gaia announced as she addressed the thirteen clans. "A battle to the death within the walls of Polis. These warriors will fight until only one remains. When that warrior collects all of the sigils from the fallen and delivers them to me, they will be declared the victor. This final champion alone will tell us which clan is meant to survive in the crypt of Bekka Pramheda, and which clans are meant to perish in praimfaya. We honour those who fall by the sword, but follow the One who wields it best.“
