(i'd rather not confuse anyone, so any dialogue in grounder will be in italic from now on! i just don't want to have to translate to grounder and confuse everyone so just pretend it;s grounder if it's italic!)
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BELLAMY BLAKE had never seen such fire.
He's stared into the eyes of death, into the grueling flames of a real fire, he's fought in wars and continues to do so, and he's watched his friends die before him- but he'd never seen someone who played all those very images in nothing but their eyes.
When her katana had first met his hand, he'd wanted nothing more to reach up and hit her. To disprove all of those rules he had when he was younger; that's all he wanted.
Yet, something about her stature had scared the man.
She had long, flowing blonde hair- though filled with dirt and the occasional blood splatter- that she wore in a thick braid. Small tendrils framed her otherwise delicate face, aside from the small scars he noticed littered the tan skin.
She wore makeup similar to Lexa, though her design was far different. A black mask that faded down her face; something that looked an awful lot like tears.
Iona wore the typical Grounder ensemble, but she had a long, flowing black cape on her shoulder, draped over the entire left side of her body.
Then, of course, was the katana. Silver metal with words carved into the blade; so small you could only see the markings if you were really looking for them. he noted that there were at least a hundred, possibly several hundred, littered across the metal.
But Bellamy noticed her eyes most of all.
He noticed the way she glared at Finn, the way she was ready to kill Bellamy for even thinking about hurting her tribe, and then there was the moment she'd finally looked at him.
Eyes scattered with cold ice of grueling anger, of misery, of pain, of war. Her eyes said everything there was to say about her; she was ruthless and strong.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul- and right now, Bellamy was really understanding what that phrase truly meant.
Because right now, he felt more connected to a stranger than he'd ever felt before.
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IONA RIDES on a beautiful white horse, squeaky clean with no dirt in sight. The creature is almost blinding in how pretty it is, and she wears a confident smirk as she trails behind Clarke.
Lexa demanded a private meeting with the woman, but Iona knew what she said. She knew that Finn was their price, and she knew Lexa wouldn't betray her cousin's right to revenge.
She never has and she never will.
She traverses through the thick fog, a torch in her hand as she lets her horse, Athena, guide her.
The group soon approach a thick wall of heavy metal, barbwire fence surrounding the facility, and Clarke confidently approaches despite the several guns being drawn on her.
Iona stands before the gate as it opens, allowing Clarke inside, and she gestures for her men to stay on guard.
"Prepare for fire," Iona warns in her native tongue. "We are unsure of their capabilities."
Her men nod, their eyes darting from under their masks and taking note of every single detail.
Iona sees Finn, her eyes going steely as they narrow. Clarke leads him back, but she saw him. She saw the murderer that took her sister's life, and she unintentionally reaches for her weapon.
"One day, his head will be mine," Iona declares.
"We will make sure of it," Her men echo, making Iona smirk.
Iona watches happily as chaos ensues within the walls of their base.
"I do believe it's time to go," She announces, nodding to her men.
Together, the group disappears into the mist.
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GRIM REAPER¹, bellamy blake
Fanfiction❝are you afraid of me?❞ ❝of you? no. of what you can do? definitely.❞ ❝you should be afraid of all of me, sky boy.❞ A Trikru commander, Iona Valana, is spun into a new world when her sister dies by a Sky People massacre, and it leads to an unlikely...
