Chapter 14: A Fools Dance

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Kane's POV-

It has been continuing to go well over at the new camp, a little too well. My insides churn waiting for the next shoe to drop.

From the distance, I see movement in the trees.

"Over here!" I call to some guards with guns. They march over, looking through the forest with their gun scopes.

"GROUNDERS!!!" I yell, accidentally causing chaos within camp.

Bellamy, Raven, Abby, Sinclair, Octavia, and the rest of the council step forward along with several armed guards.

The army quickly approaches the gate. A man wearing luxurious armor, a red sash, and warpaint trots in front on a large, black horse. Behind him, 2 women that look just as deadly and murderous. Behind one of the horses, a young slave is pulled with her wrists tied. She almost trips on her own feet, as her eyes are glued to the ground. Traveling with them are an army of grounder warriors- almost 1,000 of them.

The large man on the black horse comes forward on foot with the dark-skinned leader behind him. The other woman violently drags the slave girl with her, following behind. The army waits in the woods.

"Commander." I address.

He raises an eyebrow, looking surprised.

I smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"I've heard all about you and your people." I continue, biting back the sour taste of violence.

"As have I." The Commander replies. His voice is deep and cold, just as I'd expect.

Raven has a look on her face as if she's about to kill the man in front of her. Looking around, most of the kids do including Abby.

"To what do we owe this visit?" I question, unsure of what else to say.

"You crash twice on my land. You kill my people. You bring weapons." He growls.

I gulp.

"We will talk." He softens his tone, nodding to his female warriors behind him.

"No guns. Only the Chancellor Jaha, the Council, and a man named Sinclair." He recites. Clarke must've told him; I squeeze Abby's hand.

"Unfortunately, Chancellor Jaha is not here with us. He sacrificed himself so we could launch."

"I understand." The Commander nods.

"My name is Marcus Kane, I'm a part of the Council." One by one, the entire council introduces himself including Sinclair. Some grit their teeth, while others are overly welcoming, obviously afraid. Behind him, the two women watch intently at every reaction. The slave continues to stare down at her feet timidly, occasionally glancing up then back down.

"Please, we have a table we can use inside." I turn, pointing towards the ship.

"No. We brought a tent." The Commander states, ushering in the other direction.

"Great." I nod. Starting my walk outside the gates, towards their tent surrounded by their army as the rest of the Council follows, a few others too, but the grounders don't seem to care.

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I leave the bathroom after taking my first bath in days and although the water is cold it's the best I've felt since landing here. I wrap my body in the thick furs that have been laid out for me on my new bed and go to find clothes.

In a large chest, there are several shirts, pants, jackets, and undergarments neatly folded for me.

After redressing myself in my new clothes, I leap onto my bed, pulling at the lush furs with my fingertips.

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