✓ 2. SHADOW HUNTER ᵇᵉˡˡᵃᵐʸ ᵇˡᵃᵏᵉ

13. unity

-UNITY-

"you'd be wise to pray for Trikova's mercy because, once she learns of her sister's fate... She will come for you. Every last one of you."

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In the heart of a dimly lit cave, the shadows played across Indra's face as she maintained a watchful eye on the captive Bellamy Blake. The air was thick with the tension of the moment, the cave providing a temporary sanctuary from the complexities outside.

Abruptly, the haunting notes of a horn pierced the silence, echoing through the cavern. Indra's expression tightened with a mix of recognition and gravity. The familiar sound bore the weight of news that had the power to reshape alliances and destinies. "Heda... No..."

Bellamy, tied and restrained, looked up with a furrowed brow. "What is it?" he asked, his voice tinged with unease.

Indra's gaze remained fixed, her eyes distant as if absorbing the echoes of the horn. "A new commander has risen." she said, the words carrying the heaviness of loss and upheaval.

Bellamy looks up at her. "You go running, just like mount weather, huh?" He gives the woman a glare as she walks past him. "Maybe this time, Octavia will get it. Your loyalty will always be with your people."

The woman gives him her own glare. "Octavia is my people."

Bellamy sighs. "Then take these chains off me, and we can help her together."

Indra glanced towards the cave opening, the persistent echo of the horn reverberating loudly through the woods. "Tell her i'm sorry..." She looks back at him with furrowed brows. "You'd be wise to pray for Trikova's mercy because, once she learns of her sister's fate... She will come for you. Every last one of you."

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"Come on, Atlas, faster," Sairah muttered, her hand gently patting the horse's head. The creature responded promptly, picking up its pace at her command. Towering trees loomed overhead, their twisted branches resembling grasping fingers, while a dense carpet of leaves muffled the horse's footsteps as Sairah ventured deeper into the woods.

Upon hearing the horn in Arkadia, Sairah wasted no time and swiftly pursued Atlas. Discovering the magnificent creature just outside Skaikru's camp, she mounted him and rode away without hesitation.

Tears welled in her eyes as the familiar tower of Polis came into view. Her heart raced even faster at the sight of red smoke billowing from the top. There was only one explanation.

It was true. Lexa Kom Trikru had died within those walls, and all Sairah wished for was to wake up and realize it was a nightmare.Yet, as she walked through the gates of Polis and confronted the solemn faces of her people, the harsh reality sank in. This was not a nightmare; it was all too real.

As Sairah entered Polis, her arrival did not go unnoticed. The hushed murmurs of the people in the crowded streets gradually ceased as they caught sight of her on horseback. An air of solemnity enveloped the atmosphere, and Sairah could feel the weight of their collective grief.

As she rode through the city, heads turned, and a respectful hush fell over the onlookers. The news of Lexa's demise had spread like wildfire, and the people of Polis regarded Sairah with a mixture of sorrow and reverence. She guided Atlas through the somber crowd, her eyes meeting those of her fellow Trikru, each gaze filled with shared sorrow.