Fate Brought Me Here

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"Who were you before all this?" Clarkes hand traced the lines in my stomach and over my kill marks. "What?" I questioned. She moved so she sat up in the small space of our cave and kissed my knee. I twitched a little. "Who were you? Before you became our leader, before the war." She laid her body over mine and kissed at my face. I knitted my eyebrows together and chewed at my lip. "I wasn't anyone. I had a mom and dad and little brother and a grandma. My little brothers name was Opal and he was the sweetest little kid in the world. My mom's name was Marie and my dad's name was William." I trailed my fingers down her spine. "I was into that game where you kick the ball down the field into the goal, it was so long ago I can't remember the name." She giggled. "It's called soccer Onyx. Onyx and Opal huh? Your parents must have loved stones." She slid off my chest and tucked herself into my side. "My grandma named my brother and my grandpa named me. I miss them sometimes, I wish I could go back and see them one last time, just to say a proper goodbye." Tears welded up in the corners of my eyes. "I thought killing Alice would help but it only brought more pain." A sob tore through my throat and I darted up, turning away from her so she wouldn't have to see me cry. I heard her shuffle behind me moving to grip a blanket and bring it around her shoulders. She wrapped herself around me and covered me with the corners of the furs. "You never had a chance to mourn did you?" She asked and rubbed my arms. I shook my head and dipped my shoulders down. She pushed her head into my back and kissed the groove of my spine. I pushed the saddness away, and turned to Clarke and rested my head on her shoulder. "You aren't suppose to see me weak. I'm suppose to support this entire army and I can't even control myself." My body shuttered. She wrapped around me tighter and ran her finger over my back. "Talk to me. Tell me about this scar." Her hand stopped at my shoulder blade and she feathered the scar. I sucked in a breath of air. "I got attacked by a dog when I was ten. He got my shoulder before I could knock him off." My breathing was calming. I shut my eyes and held back the burning feeling in my throat I got when I tried to not cry. She traced circles on my skin thoughtlessly and hummed a song.

        "Where did you learn that?" I listened to her hum out the last note. "My grandma use to hum it, she said it was a song they use to sing in her time." She ran her fingers through my hair. I stopped for a moment and frowned. "Clarke how old are you?" She leaned back in my arms. "Twenty two." She chewed on her lip. "Anything we did or will do is only illegal if you are under eighteen though." I chortled. "Im seventeen, I turn eighteen in four months." She jerked back. I smiled at her. "Im the leader of a war Clarke, I don't think they would even look at you for touching a minor." I held my arms a out again and she reluctantly slid back into them. Her body nestled against mine, it was soft and hard at the same time and fit to mine perfectly. "Im going out tonight with Jasper and Dakoda, back to the city to meet our insiders and get a few supplies. Do you have anything you need or want, or do you want to go?" I pulled her closer. "I'll stay here, someone needs to make sure these people aren't killing each other." She licked her lips and whispered down into my ear. "There is one thing I could use though." Her words made me pink up and clear my throat. "I'll uh - I'll try and find it." I glanced away. She giggled, capturing my cheeks in her palms and kissing over my face. Jasper yelled down from the opening of our cave for me to haul ass and get dressed. I sighed, pulling away from Clarke and slipping on chest wraps and compression shorts. I pulled a saw tooth blade out of the bag and slid it and the sheath into my shorts. I kissed the top of her head and received and hand to the ass causing me to yelp. I skittered down the tunnel and marched outside to join Jasper and Dakoda, begining the walk back to the city two hours before night.

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