Will of Wood [1]- Bellamy Blake

deception ✔️

       Lincoln traveled back to our village, to alert Anya of one hundred teenagers in the north. He thought it would be best if I stayed back. Knowing if I had to face Anya, I may have cracked and told her I saved one of them. I couldn't help myself, I was always trying to make a difference. Make things right, but they never seemed like the right choices to my sister. Sighing I made myself busy in our cave, making little cots of animal skins.

When he arrived back, Anya decided she wanted us to scout them; see if their a threat. These people had fallen from the sky, they seemed invincible. But they weren't, at least they didn't seem like it. They showed more emotions then I did, if that was even possible. We now referred to them sky crew.

On the another note; I had tied the injured boy to an old Umbria Tree, before carefully treating his wound with some herbs. Yes, I felt awful about watching him get impaled. I shouldn't have helped him. I should have let him bleed out, so his friends could find him and would know this wasn't a joking matter. But I am not that person. I wish I could be, but i'm not strong enough. I am a trained hunter and scout, but fortunately my mother had shown me some medical practices. So I somewhat knew what I was doing when caring for the boy. My mother was a healer before the Mountain took her.

My face confronted at the thought of my deceased parents. At the though of the Mountain Men. What they did to me. What they did to Anya. How they left me scarred, weak. My mothers soft caring hands and warm exterior echoed around my mind. Followed by fathers strong hugs and encouraging words. Reminding me of Omar. Shaking my head I pushed away the haunting memories. Yet another daunting memory that weighed on my heavy heart.

I tried to reason saving the skinny boy. I mean goggled boy would be no good dead anyways. This is a better lesson, then finding him dead. I tried to convince myself. When Lincoln arrived he placed some traps along the perimeter. That was the only way to please Anya, to explained why I decided to keep the boy alive. Lincoln also wanted to test their strength and power, so by creating these traps we could see. Then we waited. These people were not heartless, they would come for the boy. I knew this because that's what I would have done, and these kids seemed more like me then my own people.

As the lanky boy began to slowly wake his people finally arrived. Upon their entrance Lincoln and I climbed up the nearest tree, for better vantage points. Holding onto the ruff bark tightly, I watched the kids through curious eyes.

They were erratic, no control what's so ever. Yelling, running, they were a mess. A blonde fell in one of our makeshift pits, causing me to gasp and look away. I didn't want to see any of them die. They didn't seem to deserve it. However I didn't think they were stupid enough to fall in completely, so I wasn't completely worried. Our mission wasn't to kill. It was to examine. I held onto that thought hopefully. Just as I thought, the blonde girl was saved her arm grasped at the last second. A small smile graced my lips, no one dead yet. However the man who caught the blonde, held my attention.