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IONA DOESN'T know how long she'd been racing down the dirt trail. She'd been letting Athena guide her, picking their path as if nothing could stop them; seriously, who could? Iona would die before she allowed harm to come to her beloved companion.
Iona also doesn't know how long she's been gone. It could range anywhere from five minutes to an hour.
She's been so far buried in her own head- attempting to sort her own jumbled thoughts- that she wasn't keeping track. Iona's anger had subsided by now, but the emotion was instead replaced by confusion.
She searched deep within herself, trying to find any particular reason why Bellamy might have such a vile- in her opinion- effect on her.
Iona had never felt like a puppet. It's just not a way she allows herself to feel. She demands control- to be in charge- and finds it impossible to live in a world that didn't allow her to be the main character.
Call her selfish or self-absorbed, she merely calls it confidence.
Iona knows she can take charge and own up to whatever the situation might demand of her. She isn't picky or cautious. She runs headfirst into the clutches of danger, katana outstretched, and comes back with the head upon her blade like it was nothing.
With Bellamy, however, she can't do this. Iona isn't used to this feeling because for once, her feelings imply she isn't in control of the situation; sometimes of herself, even.
Bellamy has all the control, whether he realizes it or not, and toys with her as if she was his favorite chew toy and he was a golden retriever. Iona hates the feeling of strings upon her back, tugging at her arms and legs, and persuading- no, forcing her to do whatever they demand.
This is one of the few reasons Iona has never confidently been able to say she understands love.
When you love, do you not submit your rights to freedom, to control, over to them? Do they not own you, your actions, your words, your feelings?
Iona could never be in love, she's decided. Too much of a burden.
Iona sighs to herself, glancing around the forest.
Perhaps it was time to get out of her head and get back to the camp. Some- emphasis on some- might start to notice she's gone and become concerned. Of course, others might believe she's plotting to destroy the clan entirely and start hunting her.
Either way, she'd receive too many questions for her own comfort and would most certainly snap at whoever bombarded her first.
That snapping might lead to an even bigger outburst, and that outburst might result in- no, Iona, don't go there. Not again.
She takes a heavy sigh in, focusing her mind on the task at hand: getting home before dark, or before she gets completely lost in the woods. Both would be preferable, but Iona could only do so much.
Iona froze at the sound of branches snapping in the distance.
Her eyes darted towards the direction of the sound, and she internally cursed herself.
She'd be able to handle herself just fine, but that didn't mean that her travels were any less dangerous. Lincoln currently had a kill order hanging above his head. Thus far, Iona hadn't heard news of her own, but she was sure it would eventually be announced.
Fearing an ambush, Iona hopped off Athena and guided the horse behind a collection of trees and brush, trying to hide the beautiful white color of her tall horse.
From her spot behind the bushes, she could just barely see a horse in the distance and assumed that was the sound she heard. A neigh sounded throughout the forest, and suddenly, Athena took off in the direction of the noise.
"Athena!" Iona cried, chasing after the mare. "Get back here!"
Iona was internally panicking, keeping her weapon drawn- funny, considering running with a katana was far worse than running with scissors- and muttering curses beneath her breath. She jumped over branches, catching herself on trees, and pushing forward until she broke out into a clearing.
"Athena!" Iona called, twirling around as she had now lost sight of her companion. "Athena?"
Iona's calls got quieter, her voice breaking slightly, as she spun herself dizzy. Her heart clenched painfully in chest, as if someone was holding it in their hand and crushing, and Iona felt tears eat at her eyes.
Athena was one of her few remaining companions that reminded her of who she was. A companion she had just lost.
Iona was just about to sink to the ground, uncaring of if anyone could see her not, when the sound of horseshoes hitting gravel sounded in her ears.
She glanced around, watching as Athena came trotting around the corner, another horse right beside her- and to her surprise, Octavia was sitting across the saddle upon their back.
"Octavia?" Iona murmured quietly, confused, as Athena came running back to her, pushing her nose against her owner's neck in as a reassuring way as possible. "What are you doing here?"
Iona was yet to notice the vehicle trailing behind Octavia, and even less so aware of the man in the front seat, hurriedly getting out of the vehicle and jogging right towards her.
"Bellamy?"
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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...
