Her Weakness

Chapter 19

We walk towards the fake Trigedakru town. It does not take long to figure out that it is where they took her. Their footprints lead straight there, along a hidden yet well-worn path. They did not even bother to try to hide their tracks. They are cocky; they think we will send a small team. They think we would not send the best, because the Mountain Men could attack at any time. The best would be of more use at our camps.

If they knew that I am coming with Octavia, two of the best fighters, they would hide their tracks better. They know of my abilities, and possibly know that Octavia was trained by Indra. But they have not seen her fight, not to my knowledge. If they have and knew we are coming together to rescue Clarke, they would run back to their mountain home like the sniveling cowards they are.

They are arrogant and dumber than the big rock they call home if they chose that place to build on purpose. There are hills surrounding it with hiding places perfect to hide an ambush. Any who saw this place with the smallest hint of skepticism would know this is definitely not one of our encampments. Not only for its closeness to the enemy, but for the layout and sloppy, thrown together homes. I almost want to go down there and tell them how foolish they are being before I cut their throats, but this is not a small camp. From what I have seen, there are roughly a hundred and twelve of them. Not too many to take down if we free Clarke, but too many to kill without alerting and pissing off their command center. They keep her in chains, a pair of what they call handcuffs on her wrists and another attached to her ankles.

They walk her around camp twice daily and feed her slop that not even a starving pig would eat. She does not complain, just sits up straight and acts like though she is among her enemies, she is in charge. It succeeds in making them uncomfortable. I have found that men of the mountain do not like their "inherent authority over women" questioned.

They leave bruises on her with their beatings, the first stage of interrogation. The next will be much less civilized. She wears her wounds with pride. I can tell they hate her and her strength.

They keep her in the smallest house, guarded by four men at the entrance. They really are fools if they think that will stop us from getting her out. I recognize the structure; it is a simple one they made to perfection. We stopped building that style years ago because there is a flaw, one Octavia and I can use to our advantage. In the back, there is a flap that can be easily pushed aside enough for a person to easily slip through. We stopped building them in case our enemies ever noticed the flaw, but since they put her in there, it is obvious they do not know.

We plan to sneak in tonight when the night is at its darkest. Hopefully, there will be no resistance. Realistically, there will be.

Tonight, we will save Clarke.