Arrow | Bellamy Blake | disc.

Chapter Three

ARDEN ran through the woods. She was huffing with lack of oxygen, which was surprising because she was very fit. She didn't know why she was running, or why she had been for the past twenty minutes. Arden stopped and leaned against a tree, taking her time to catch her breath.

Around her the forest was wet from a small rainfall. The tree's bark was darker than its usual greyish colour and the green was brighter. She leaned her head back and looked up at the blue sky, it was a sun shower. It was her favourite kind of weather. She hated the opposite of rain, snow.

Snow was cold, and if you were not careful it could kill you as easily as a spear. She remembered a snowstorm a few years back that had almost wiped out the entire population of Ton D.C. Pushing herself off the tree, Arden wiped sweat off of her forehead.

As she walked now she could feel her row of daggers lining her belt push into her skin. Arden sighed, realizing that she'd have to carry less weapons on her. She shifted the belt and pulled out a delicate silver knife, she could see herself in the reflection.

Her face was clean, her hair full of braids of mismatched styles pulled back into a ponytail. Her green eye's matched the forest around her, they scanned her face comfortably. She looked like her sister, same narrow face, bright eyes, tight but full lips.

She was different from her fuller cheeks, the more tendency to smile, from the scar above her left eye that cut into her eyebrow. It was from the reapers, the cannibals. A large one, weighing at least twice of her and had a face full of tattoos, had slashed her with his machete when she wasn't listening.

She was trying to get away, almost making it too. She didn't, she was brought back to the rest of the group. But she was lucky, today she was still alive, and that was because of Lincoln. He saved her, killing anyone who came in his way of saving his best friend.

She owed Lincoln her life, but being so close she would die for him just as he would die for her. Arden would usually wear a streak of black warrior makeup over the scar and her eye, it was to hide the fact that she had been taken by the reapers, not strong enough to take them herself.

When she came back to Ton D.C unconscious in Lincoln's arms she was never the same. More paranoid, more quiet. But the way people treated her was different too. She was now at the bottom of the food chain, which was rare for a second under a commander for her home land.

Seconds were supposed to be strong, worthy of taking charge. Arden still didn't understand how she was still a second, surprised Anya had not broken the bond between them. But deep down Arden knew why that had not happened. She was the best in the group, besides her sister, in everything. Hunting, Stealth, Politics, Medical. She could have every position in the camp, because she knew how to work it. If everyone died in Ton D.C she would be able to run that place without a problem.

Arden stopped when she heard talking. She breathed heavily looking around, she was right by the wreckage site. Teens were still talking loudly, she scanned over the area for someone that she saw yesterday. She knelt down to hid in a group of bushes.

She saw the brunette, the sister, Octavia. She was talking to this guy, they both seemed to be pissed off a little. Octavia strutted away with a smirk, getting the last word on their argument. Arden frowned and scanned the crowd once more, not being able to find anyone else she had picked up on yesterday.

She furrowed her eyebrows and spotted a girl that was by herself sitting on a log with her eyes closed. She was behind the giant square ship, the strawberry blonde opened her eyes and glanced around pausing when she saw Arden far away. The redhead squinted in her direction.