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CLEANING THE BLOOD, Falo saw Sheidheda step in the smeared puddle Indra tried to clean up. She looked away for he reprimanded her for staring. She looked at her hands. They were bloody. The blood was not hers, but it did make her nauseous to know she was the one who caused the bloodshed by surrendering to him like a coward. She wanted to wipe the blood on her pants to get rid of it, she knew it would stay for it was stained.
She closed her eyes. She needed Clarke to come back, she needed Raven to come back. She needed one of them to hold her and cradle in their arms and tell her it was going to be okay that she let herself and her people bow down to him. She needed them to come back and kill Sheidheda the way she couldn't kill Shiedheda to free these people.
They were probably dead.
"Let someone else do that, Indra," Sheidheda looked at Falo with such annoyance. "Falo." he sighed.
This is a test, she thought.
Indra looked up at him from the blood she was trying to clean. "You ordered Trikru to clean up the blood," she reminded him of what he said earlier. "We're Trikru."
"Don't remind me," Sheidheda growled at her for her newfound obedience to him. "When you're done, clean yourself up. The festivities are about to begin." Falo rolled her eyes internally.
"Heda, for you." Knight caught his attention. He pulled off a cover and showed his commander what was made for him by his own order. Falo stopped momentarily. She saw it was a throne made of skulls. Disgusting, she thought.
Sheidheda was in awe from the detailed work and the structure of the work. "Oh, my, Knight," he traced his fingers along the skulls of the dead. "It's perfect." he sat in the throne. Indra stood up in shock.
Knight was amused with his compliment. "There's more," he smiled. He turned to the guards. "Bring it in!" he ordered.
Two men, grunting, heaved in a large object. They carried it all the way to the center of the room and placed it in a bowl looking piece. Falo studied it for a moment from afar as she slowly stood up. The symbols. . . they were familiar. They looked so much like the ones on the womans face and the ones in the helmet from what Raven told her.
But she didn't know what the circular object was. It looked so much like what she saw in the Flame. It was scary.
Then she remembered. It was something the commanders saw, maybe one of the first commanders. She drew it in her notebook one day to remember what each little thing was she saw in that mindspace of the Flame with many, many Spirits of the Commanders before her.
