Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

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The sun rose from the east as I approached the city of Polis on horseback. It had been three days since Murphy was taken captive, and I hadn't stopped my journey once. I had to find him.

There was a large tower in the center of the city, the only one not destroyed, with smaller slums surrounding it; smoke billowed from the everlasting fire coming from the roof. I dismounted the horse I had stolen, taking only what I could carry on my back, and tying the machete to my side.

Keeping my head down, I hiked towards Polis.

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I entered the city gate, hiding within Murphy's coat and the war paint I had made to hide my features. Booths and merchants lined the streets trying to get those who were passing by to buy their products, but none of them seemed to notice me.

The air was cool, but the sun shone down upon the city brightly.

Grounders surrounded me. I had to pretend to be one of them to survive, but I belonged to no one. "Wanheda!" a merchant shouted at someone.

Maneuvering my way through the crowd of people, I snuck into an empty alley way with a stairway leading down to a door.

Footsteps.

I was being followed.

Keeping calm, I walked slower so it would seem like I couldn't hear the person behind me, but I kept a grip on my knife in my coat sleeve. The footsteps grew closer, closer, closer . . .

A hand grabbed my right shoulder, and I instinctively turned around to press the person up against the brick wall with my knife against their throat. "Oh my god," the person whispered, a familiar voice, "I thought that you died."

I looked at the face of the person stalking me. Extremely dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a relieved smile on her face—it was Clarke.

My heart pounded in my chest. "What are you doing here?" I asked, dropping my knife from her throat, and being pulled into a hug by Clarke

"What are you doing here?" she asked, ignoring me.

Sadness engulfed me, bringing me back to reality. I wriggled out from her grip. "Murphy and I were ambushed by the commander's guards for robbing people; they took Murphy here, but I got away." Silence. "Alright," I sighed, "why are you here?"

"I'm the representative from Arkadia," Clarke stated.

I asked harshly, "What the hell is that?"

"Camp Jaha," she explained, and then started walking away. Motioning for me to come along, Clarke insisted, "Come on, you need a place to rest."

I briskly jogged to Clarke's side, franticly asking, "Wait, you've been to camp? How is my dad? Is he okay? Where is he?"

We exited the alley, and headed for the tall tower in the center of the city. Clarke explained as we walked through the city, "Kane is okay; he's been worried sick about you, but he's alright."

"What's camp like?" I asked curiously. Clarke was quiet. A pit formed in my stomach, and I nervously asked, "Wh-what happened there?"

She softly explained, "Farm station survived the fall to Earth and landed in Ice Nation territory. Their leader was Professor Pike, you know, from Earth Skills class. Well, while they were alone, they had to fight off grounders from Azegda. Short story, camp held an election for chancellor (Kane versus my mom versus Pike), and Pike won through sheer scare tactics. He's killing every grounder he can with his men . . . it's just awful there."

We entered the open entrance to the tower. Grounder men stood at the base of a metal box with cables attached to the top, and Clarke told the man in front of the elevator, "18."

The man nodded, and opened the metal door revealing a red elevator left over from the world before this. I was hesitant, but followed Clarke in anyway.

The door closed, and I felt the box jolt upwards. "I like your hair short," Clarke stated.

"Thanks," I awkwardly replied. "I had to cut it off since some guy was holding me by it about to kill me." There was more silence. "Where are we going?"

Clarke rubbed her face tiredly, and explained, "You're going to stay in my room for now; I'll have some guards bring you food and a bath if you'd like."

"Will you ask the commander where Murphy is?" I asked desperately.

She sighed, "I'll see what I can do."

The door opened, and Clarke led me down a long hallway with many doors that were unmarked. Opening a door nearest to the final one, she led me into the room she was staying in.

Along the back wall was a large bed with blankets and pillows, in the center of the room was a couch and chair combination, and the wall opposite to the bed had a large balcony covered with sheets.

"I'll be back in a few hours," Clarke said, shutting the door, and carefully locked it so I wouldn't be able to run away.

Everything was quiet.

I dropped my knife from my jacket, and untied the machete from my waist. Taking off Murphy's jacket, I made my way towards the balcony; agony screaming inside of me.

Moving the curtains out of the way, I looked out upon the city. Somewhere within the fourteen kilometers the city took up, Murphy was being hidden from everyone. I was so close to him.

The emotions I had kept inside of me for three days started to push themselves out of me. "MURPHY!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could, with tears running down my cheeks, out to the city.

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Sorry for not updating for literally a month, but I did start school earlier in August and it's been taking up an awful lot of time and engery