Bishop {B,B} (4)

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A Lie Guarded (4,1)

It turned out the solution had been walking around Arkaida inside the bodies of two differently shaded redheads.

Nightbloods were immune to radiation, or at least could recuperate from the poisoning of the substance. All they needed was to be able to recreate it for everyone. At least if everyone was a Nightblood Tyra wouldn't have to be the one of the few ones to be able to ascend, anyone could run for the throne of the Commander, and that would be yet another weight lifted from her shoulders.

So when Abby asked if she could take a couple of gallons of her blood to cross compare it with Luna's to find the genes in common and correlate it to Bekka's original notes on Nightblood, Tyra didn't hesitate to donate the blood before heading back to her home with arms full of all the sugar filled cookies Skaikru could spare for her to compensate on her sudden loss of blood.

Seeing that Tyra now had the opportunity that she might survive Praimfaya again, and knowing that she would probably be kicked out of whatever survival plan Skaikru had because of it. Tyra spent restless hours under the hard beating sun to return to her peak fighting style before her significant injuries to her shoulder and torso, possibly even before she met Skaikru altogether.

Though, her plans were interrupted after she saw Loukas walk out of the house with a metal box filled with various needle like objects and a jar of black ink in his hands.

"Want to take a break?" Tyra shrugged, pushing her hair behind her shoulders along with the beginnings of her fraying hair as it begun to fall from the thick braid. She would soon have to switch hairstyles yet again if she wished to properly see along with keep the hair of her family to keep them with her at all times.

"Not really. But what do you want?" Loukas held up the box.

"Take a guess."

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Loukas groaned loudly while Tyra only slapped him in the bicep once more so he'd stay still, the ink filled needle only millimetres away from the back of his ear.

"Stop moving or you'll ruin it."

"It hurts, and you scare me with a needle." Tyra scoffed, going back to poking around behind Loukas' ear to finish the herb like design that would hide behind his ear, looking somewhat like Tyra's tattoo across his leg.

"I already did your arm, and you weren't this paranoid."

"It's different when the needle is closer to my face." Loukas winced once more, while Tyra shocked her head in amusement.

"I let you do my entire forearm and didn't complain once," Tyra pointed to her already covered arm, Loukas shrugging in return. It was true that she hadn't flinched throughout the entire process, sitting perfectly still so Loukas could carefully work the design around her arm.

"Now stop whining, you big baby and let me finish." That finally got Loukas to shut up for a grand total of three minutes before he took it upon himself to flinch once more. But he was suddenly saved when the siblings heard the distinctive sound of footsteps approaching their porch before a knock sounded.

Tyra left the needle drop to the side while she took out Hadyn's knife from her leg, carefully walking to the door while Loukas quickly covered his ear before going to help his sister by holding the fire poker in his hands, seeing that his swords were too far to grasp.

But all their preparation for some sort of attacker who had chosen to knock rather than completely barge in proved to be useless when Tyra opened the door only to find Clarke nervously standing at her doorstep, three Skaikru guards standing quietly behind her.