It has been days since the sky people attacked the bridge. We tried a peaceful discussion, we almost killed Clarke and Maria still died. They almost had Finn executed before both he and Clarke disappeared back to their camp presumably. I'm glad they can prepare, even though their efforts will be worth nothing.
The clattering of blades and muffled chatter throughout the camp awoke me to warn me of the dangers that await me. I got up and prepared my own weapons for the war of the century and the end of the sky people. I gathered my blunt knives and bow and arrows and sharpened the points of each blade by the fireside.
I would glare unconsciously into the colorful flames as they reflected almost rhythmically on the silver tips of each arrows. I thought of the blood that will spill on this weapon and how I pray to God that it will not be the ones who have shown me mercy. We are ready for war and the fate of the sky people is set, they will burn just as our people did when those vermin infested our world.
Blood must have blood.
We set off at dawn towards the sky people camp, aware of every trap they have set for us. I bounced elegantly around each land mine laid aimlessly across the pathway, dodging each one as my warriors My mind quickly flickered to thoughts of all of the people I have lost and have yet to lose. Today the total of burns on my body will increase as the crimson liquid that so aimlessly pumps around their feeble bodies will drench my garments.
Bloodshed is all I want to think about and how I was so weak to be afraid of it when I was younger and yet, my thoughts return to Finn.
His darkened features, his long glossy hair, his kind heart and soul and how his innocence and determination for peace was completely wasted. He would make a ideal soldier, powerful, wise, strong willed and still has a shred of innocence and purity. He is a soldier and a peacemaker, the definition of a perfect human being. I almost feel pity for the boy. But the pitied do not like pity, therefore they receive nothing from my behalf.
I lose track of where I am standing as I gaze at the metallic walls of the enemy camp. Children stood in battle stance, with what looked like something I read about in books my mother used to read us. I think they called it a gun, and they plenty of them by the looks of it.
I watched as these children walked aimlessly on their metallic barrier, aimlessly gazing in my direction. I recognised one boy whose weapon could not shield the pure terror in his eyes at that moment. The boy was small, tan of skin and dark short hair that shined as the rays of sunlight bounced off of it.
His actions were almost as quick as mine and he raised his gun instantly when he heard the sound of a branch breaking behind me. I snapped around and raised my finger to my lips as my comrades froze in place. I glanced over to see what the commotion was but I feared for my life as I heard the guns being loaded behind me. I twisted my body gently around to see the vermin pointing their guns in our direction. I sat still glaring at them before they slowly returned to their stations.
I have a sigh of relief as I turned back to my warriors, whom all had identical menacing grins plastered on their faces. They're ready for the bloodshed, but it is not time yet. I make my way quickly through the group back to our main camp to see my sister sitting at the table muttering her battle plans again.
I join her at the table, which quickly got her attention as she attempted to raise a knife to my neck. I grabbed her wrist and twisted it round her back as she dropped the blade helplessly to the floor I grabbed it, raising it to her own throat. For a minute we were both breathing in sync heavily before bursting into laughter.
"You got better sister," Anya said slipping through my arm.
"Oh please, I was always better than you, I was just never willing to exploit my abilities publicly," I replied returning her knife.
