Knight {B.B} (2)

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Bodyguard Of Lies (14,1)

As soon as a camp had been set outside the Mountain Men's lair, and Tyra had strung up her smaller tent next to Lexa's own, she passed out cold on her cot. Making sure to not sleep on her still injured shoulder to at least gain some peace, only she would not find it.

Because, as soon as all that Tyra saw was black void of sleep, a flurry of red, yellow, blue, and brown rushed around her, just like colourful streaks brushing past her hair. Streaks that soon began to form shapes in front of her, stray whispers leaving their lips, whispers so quiet she couldn't hear at first.

But, even with the blurriness surrounding them, Tyra recognized them perfectly. Her family. Agafon's broad form standing over Caron's significantly smaller one. Hadyn proudly stood by his mother, Moussa in his mostly covered black painted face, Siva clutching his sword like a lifeline while Loukas petite form clutched onto his mother's tunic.

They were whispering, too quiet and fast for her to understand, and no matter how much she begged for them to speak louder, clearer, or even for her to understand her family's words, she only understood one word, choose.

And they vanished in a breeze, the streaks dancing around her while twinkling into different colours, passing between her legs, arms and hair. They turned shades of red, black and green, clashing against the cage of darkness that surrounded Tyra, until those streaks too took form.

They created Bellamy, in his black coat and ripped pants, his freckled face particularly standing out to Tyra as she took careful steps toward him.

Unlike her family, he didn't move, only looking at her with his midnight eyes that pierced right through her, like two sharp blades running her through.

He even let her touch his cheek, warmth radiating onto her fingertips as they trailed his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed, his lips patting ever so slightly.

"Tyra." A whisper so delicate Tyra barely heard, only could she distinguish it from the almost inexistent space between the two.

And then Tyra felt something drip on her nose, a warm irony substance that made a trail all the way to her lips, she looked up. Bellamy's mouth was dripping blood, red-hot blood that didn't seem to stop flowing.

Tyra jumped back, watching as Bellamy slowly fell to her knees at her feet. From his chest sprouted a perfectly covered sword, that was taken out as soon as he collapsed.

She dropped to her knees by his side, ripping her coat off her body to bundle it up in her hands and press it against his chest, the fabric turning darker as it slowly began to get soaked in blood.

Bellamy tried speaking, but only wheezing breaths left his lips, the blood trailing down his cheek before Tyra lent up and wiped at the edge of his lip with her thumb, keeping her palm curved against his cheek.

"Do not talk, you will be alright." Tyra heard the unmistakable sound of steel being placed back in its holster, her head snapping to the side to find the culprit of who had just stabbed Bellamy.

It was Lexa, in her classic Commander posture as she stared down at the both of them, her eyes particularly lingering on Tyra's stained hands.

"Don't save him."

"He will die if I do nothing!"

"Choose. Obey or betray me." Tyra looked between the two. Save a dying Bellamy, who might not even be able to be saved, or follow Lexa's order.

Tyra didn't know what to do, she was torn in two. She'd follow Lexa to the end of the earth, she had never disobeyed a direct order from her. But Bellamy could die, die because she couldn't save him and lose Lexa's trust forever.