BOOK ONE IN THE SALVATION SERIES
"Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror. Victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival."
"You just ripped off Winston Churchill."
"Wow, Blake, congratulations...
" when you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate, but yourself "
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My jaw drops from the utter shock of it all. My parents, were taken in by the grounders while we've been slaughtered for crossing a line. And they 'learned their ways', so who knows if they're cold blooded killers now?
The notebook shakily makes its way to my bag, eager to read more later. For now, I have enough clues to lead me towards them. They were with the grounders, and what if they still are? There's no way I would get to them without a spear through my stomach.
A thud makes me jump to my feet, my hand arching over my back towards the axe. I turn, to find none other than Bellamy standing there, his mouth agape as he takes in the surroundings.
Relief washes over me, but the tense posture remains, myself still majorly pissed off at him.
"I got what I needed, now let's go. I grabbed the clothes and rations they left. I'm done here, there's nothing," I state, avoiding his gaze as I push past him, staring up at the entrance.
My eyes roll back up into my head when Bellamy grabs my wrist, spinning me back towards him. The sunlight that comes through shines down on his face, the rest of the room dimly lit. A spot right where a dimple would appear if he smiles is bruised badly from my doing.
"Avalon, this isn't nothing," He mutters, his gaze dropping towards his hand clamped around my wrist, dropping it quickly. My eyes are trained on his hand as he puts it behind his back hastily as if he'd done something wrong.
I purse my lips, grinding my teeth at his painfully oblivious expression. I toss him the notebook, the page bookmarked. The page where my parents went with the grounders.
It takes him a moment to read it, his large curls falling over his eyebrows as his eyes scan over the page. He looks up at me, eyes filled with concern that almost makes me scoff. Bellamy didn't actually care, at least I was attempting to convince myself of myself this- he was known to be manipulative to gain power.
"Calypso? Like the nymph? But this-" He questions, and a mangled scowl escapes my lips no matter how hard I try to stop it.
"That's what you got? A name?" My voice is low, eyes puffy and red as I muster as much of an emotionless expression as I can.
Bellamy furrows his eyebrows in thought, disregarding the icy tone. "My mother used to read mythology to me. That's how I named Octavia- but Avalon, this matters," Bellamy rambles slightly, a wistful look in his eyes, posture slumping slightly at the memory of his mother. In any other instance where I wasn't considered "fragile" I would mock him, call him a nerd and laugh or, I would smile at his somewhat concern.
