Today was your first day starting your apprenticeship. You're going to be a warrior. Excitement and nerves fill you as you enter the small house. You bow to Indra as you try to hide the big smile that threatens to show. If you know anything about Indra, it's that she's serious about what she does - smiling would only give her an indication that you're not prepared to be warrior but you know deep down you are.
This is what you've been waiting for your whole life. And now that it's finally here, you feel you couldn't be more prepared or more happy. It seems things are finally going your way. "How did you find your journey here?" She questions, sounding curious rather that concerned.
You had time to walk around the new, unfamiliar village before coming to Indra. "Wasn't too difficult to find this place." You reply and Indra nods before turning around.
You feel the need to show your gratitude to her finally accepting to teach you everything she knows but before words of thanks can topple out of your mouth, you hear a loud pop ring out through the area before a shrill scream erupt from outside.
Snapping your eyes up to Indra, she rushes out of the house and you hear more shouts and yelling. Furrowing your eyebrows as you recognise the odd popping noises; they're guns - the ones Bellamy Blake and his people use. Bellamy. You haven't seen or heard from him in a few weeks, all you can do is hope he's okay and taking care of Octavia well.
To be truly honest, you missed him. You remember the passionate kiss you shared the last time you saw him. Shaking those nuisance memories from your mind, you poke your head around the corner of the wall trying to see if Indra - or anyone - is there and able to tell you what's going on.
But all you can see is a weird machine with four wheels and a myriad of sky people holding guns. What if she's dead? Why would sky crew attack this village?
"Over there! There's another one!" You hear someone shout and you snap back inside, cursing at yourself. For the first time, you look around Indras house. There's knives, arrows -you name it- lined along the bench and you grab a sharp spear, aiming it at the entrance.
If anyone is here attacking the village, you need to take as many of them out as you can. Hearing footsteps and the clicking of a metal gun, you ready your weapon. Seeing a mop dark curls enter the room, you lower your arm. Think of the devil and he shall appear.
"Bell?" You whisper in disbelief and his head snaps to you, raising his gun for a few seconds. You tense up, wondering if he even recognises you. Or maybe you got confused and it's your mind playing a trick on you, making you think it's your love.
"Y/N." He replies, placing his weapon down on the bench and rushing towards you. You watch him as he placing his hands on both your cheeks and looks you up and down, "You can't be here. What are you doing here?" He panics in a low whisper and you furrow your eyebrows, running your hand through his hair and pushing it back.
You have no motive to talk you just want to bask in the moment of seeing him again. He closes his eyes and hums at the contact and you can't help but place a kiss on his warm cheek. You've missed him so much.
"What's going on?" You ask him as you lean back. You study his features. His eyes are wide and filled with fear and panic, "Bell?" You whisper.
"We need to leave. Now. I need to get you somewhere safe." He snaps out of his trance and grabs his gun quickly. You step back in shock as you watch him begin to leave. He just got here and he's already almost gone from your sight.
"Wait," you pull his shoulder back and he turns around to face you with a questioning look on his features, "come here."
Bellamy walks up to you and you place your lips on his, both moving in sync instantly before a demanding voice breaks you apart. "Bellamy!" You hear from outside and he tenses up. You place your hand on his chest and he faces you again as he speaks.
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