Bellamy Blake Imagines

We Could Be Free X

Warnings: None

[y/n] spent her whole life dreaming. Dreaming of change, anything interesting to happen in her daily routine. Wake up. Help train the children in combat. Find a quiet place. Sleep. She didn't like the amount of responsibility bestowed upon her, but she couldn't really complain. [y/n] was one of a few people to be trusted by both the commander and the elders.

Lexa, The commander, looked to [y/n] for guidance. Especially in matters concerning War, or even executions. Lexa was around [y/n]'s age, 18, so they were bound to be close. [y/n] was really supportive of her friends decisions, even when she didn't agree with them.

Then there were the elders: Lillian, Aeva and Nerys.

Lillian was the youngest out of the three, but she happened to be the wisest and the strongest. No one crossed her. She wasn't a frail old woman, she had seen her fair share of battles. Her knowledge was greater than anyone could imagine, but she was hard to please. Countless warriors had their lives ended, all because they reminded her of the youth she used to possess.

Aeva ,the eldest, was never interested in war. The world was the way it is because of a war. She didn't agree with the ways her many children lived by, however they were all she had left. So Aeva always made do. Her knowledge wasn't like Lillian's, although she remembered tales of the world before the war from her mother. The younger children loved her stories, Especially [y/n].

Nerys didn't want any part in being a grounder. He thought that the freedom his people wanted was to be earned not stolen. The only other person close to agreeing with him was Aeva, and she wasn't going to be around for much longer. But he understood that it was his responsibility to grant hope to his children. Even if it meant living a life which he deemed reckless and savage.

All three of these elders raised [y/n], it was only natural that she grew up with conflicted thoughts about her life. Is it okay to Kill if it means that the freedom of your people is guaranteed? Am I a savage? Do I deserve to have an input on the fate of another's life?

[y/n] always contemplated things like this, always in the same place, the same time. Under the Tree in the clearing. Ever since she was a child she would go to this place, she would draw people and would pretend that she had met them in real life and that she wasn't as alone as she seemed to be.

The air was always crisp, she knew that if you could see it you would be amazed at how clear it was. The moss and the grass were a vibrant green, many different shades that stood out in just the right way. Whenever she would lay on the soft grass and look up at the sky she would etch every shape of every cloud into her mind, just to pass the time.

One morning [y/n] was drawing her special place, when she noticed an odd shaped thing falling from the sky. Sparks of Red, Orange and Yellow leapt from it as it landed into the next clearing.

Usually [y/n] would instantly report something like this to the elders or Lexa. But 1- If they hadn't noticed that thing falling from the sky then that's their problem. And 2- [y/n] was just so curious to check out what this strange box was.