Knight {B.B} (2)

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Remember Me (9,1)

Lexa let Gustus go find Clarke inside a tent where she had been led first. They were expecting retaliation for forcing her hand to kill Finn, and Lexa would not be the one on the receiving end of the blow.

But since they didn't hear the pained screams of Gustus, they deemed it safe enough and altogether shuffled in. Lexa immediately going to sit on her throne while Tyra and Indra stood to her right and Gustus to her left, Tyra being closer to Lexa on her throne.

"Blood has answered blood. Some on my side say that's not enough. They wanted the murderer to suffer as our tradition demands, but they do not know that your suffering will be worse," Clarke hung her head, Tyra suspected the guilt was already settling in for what she had done.

"What you did tonight will haunt you until the end of your days. Still, there will be restitution. The body will be given to the people of Tondc, murderer and murder joined by fire. Only then can we have peace."

"No. No. We've done enough. The boy should be buried by his own people." Marcus argued, but Lexa and Indra's terms were clear, especially when Indra had been robbed of the pain she had wanted to cause.

"Enough? We were owed the pain of eighteen deaths. We were owed our righteous kill. My village deserves justice."

"You don't want justice. You want vengeance." Indra moved from her position next to Tyra, rushing to the unknown woman who, now looking at her properly looked oddly like Clarke. Tyra supposed her to be her mother.

"You have not seen my vengeance." Tyra stepped up about to intervene, but Clarke beat her to it.

"We'll do it... But when it's over, we talk about how to get our people out of Mount Weather, all of our people."

"We want the same things, Clarke."

"Good. When do we leave?" Clarke still appeared to be grieving, but Tyra admired her strength for pushing forward for her people.

"Now. Choose your attendants." Lexa didn't speak any more, calmly walking past the trio of sky people toward the rest of the expectant warriors outside.

"Gustus and Tyra will ride with me." The warriors holding a variety of horses nodded, handing Lexa a pure white steed, while they handed two fully black horses to both Tyra and Gustus so they could all mount together.

Tyra hoped Clarke would choose wisely about the attendants, someone like Murphy or Thelonious would surely get the alliance broken quicker than it had begun.

"Are your blades sharp, Tyra?" She took out her sword, swiping quickly at Gustus, causing the very tips of the hair facing her to fall off in one clean swoop.

"Always." Gustus nodded right as Lexa urged her horse forward, the two following suit, while they heard the cart and dozens of footsteps moving in synch behind them. Their journey had begun.

"Good, you will need them."

"Why?"

"For when the sky people strike."

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Tyra kept Gustus' words swirling in her head until the sun was high in the sky and her legs had long-lost feeling to the movement of the horse below her.

She couldn't possibly believe the sky people would attack right after gaining what they wanted from the beginning. Although Tyra also hadn't believed the sky people would win the war back in their first camp, and they had.