I sat by the seaside sharpening my weapon while Adrian and a few of the other younger members of the clan trained together. Leo was organising a small crew of five to be sent out once more to deliver some traded goods while Edith worked on the small farm we were building up in our secondary plot of land. For once the camp operated smoothly without a single complaint or a single fist fight to break out. It was truly a first for the Boat People.
The sky was clear and the breeze swept soothingly.
"Chief, you haven't trained in days, perhaps you would like to join me at the armoury?" Thore offered, trying to distract me from my empty thoughts.
"I'm quite alright." I mumbled, waving him off.
"Chief?"
"What?" I snapped.
"I do suggest you train your second, I think he may feel slightly neglected."
"He's trained enough." I muttered, standing and walking over to the teenagers.
"Spar." I declared. "Adrian and I against you three."
They dropped their weapons immediately and stood straight up at the sight of my presence in which I furrowed my eyebrows, slightly weirded out by their sudden and strange reaction. "Where are you even from?"
"The North, Chief."
I rolled my eyes and looked to Adrian. "Army dogs..."
He smirked and started rotating his now muscular shoulders, ready to throw some hearty punches.
"No cheap shots, no broken bones and no teeth, disable your opponent only. We can't bring injured warriors into battle." I told them.
"There's going to be a battle, chief?" One asked curiously.
I kept silent and completely ignored his question. "Begin."
Adrian made the first move after a quick assessment of his opponent and threw him to the ground, another started to go for him but I jumped under his shoulder and shoved him back a few feet.
"Work together." I growled to them.
Adrian and I stood back to back while the three tried making advances but failing. I threw a solid hook into one of their faces and threw him off balance, giving me enough space and time to swing my leg around and bowl another off his feet.
A loud horn blasted through camp and I stared towards the origin wide eyed. "It's begun."
• O T H E R S I D E O F T H E F O R E S T •
The delinquents were in a tight situation. They had to leave at that very moment. News was that the grounders were attacking later that evening and they had to save themselves while they could. There was no use fighting, they would never make it. They lacked numbers and most importantly they lacked skill.
By now Bellamy was trying to do everything in his power to keep his people where he felt they belonged, trying to maintain his pride but Clarke had the better hand.
The final decision was that they would travel east to a camp they knew of that would help them through this. They needed Thea.
However when their plans failed and one of their own was struck down only feet from their front gate, they were forced to retreat and hold the fort down.
Bellamy got his way, but a deep feeling of guilt consumed him. If only he had accepted the offer he had been dealt, they would still have a fighting chance.
• T H E A •
"How long ago was this?" I demanded, storming up to the gates where a single girl stood, huffing and puffing.
"Five hours ago, chief." She panted.
"And you sure that they were only scouts."
She nodded. "There were only a few, but enough to scare them back behind their walls."
I growled under my breath and gestured for the guard to sound the horn again.
People gathered around and I climbed up to the post so that my people could see me instead of lose me in a swarm of large angry men.
"This is what we have all been preparing for!" I announced. "Tonight, we take down Anya and her warriors to make sure that they will never plague our lives again."
They cheered and thrust their weapons in the air.
"Some of you might think, why are we helping those 'sky walkers'? But I don't think of it that way, I think of it as an opportunity, for new allies and to take the problem out of the equation."
Cheers grew louder and I was starting to think that maybe they were just excited to get blood on their hands once again.
"So warriors, prepare for battle! The rest of you, you know what to do."
Roars of excitement and angst tore through the village and people ran in all directions, frantically painting their faces and gearing up.
I stepped down and greeted Adrian who waited patiently.
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you don't want me to see this either." He sounded rather disappointed.
I chuckled and clasped him on the shoulder. "No, in fact I was going to name you a warrior, I think you are worthy. I want you to ride in to battle with me, right by my side."
"You mean... In the front lines?"
I nodded with a smile. "Now gather your shit, we have some heads to decapitate."
He smiled and ran to his tent, grabbing what he could.
In my quarters which had been set up for me in my time away, I sat upon my bed and started to prepare for what could be the last night of my life. Of any of our lives.
The blood pumped through my veins as I pulled on an old chain vest that would keep my torso safe and a shoulder plate as well as numerous weapons and shields.
Finally I opened my wooden chest and reached in for a jar and a metal helmet that I haven't worn in a very long time.
The enemy blood smeared with a slight stench but it was the smell that excited me for this long over due slaughter.
I stepped out of my chambers with my cape flapping behind me and looked out to my gathered troops.
"Tonight, we fight like it is our last!" I roared, pulling my helmet on and running to my horse, jumping on and moving out.
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Of The Sea : John Murphy
Fanfiction"So I would watch my mouth if I were you, John Murphy. You're very easily replaced." •If only she knew how difficult it would become• |Read at your own risk|
