Write To Me

Chapter 6

Saturn- Sleeping At Last
Octavia
I got to say goodbye to my brother. Though I still miss him. Since the first day there had been problems within the bunker. I was the leader. There were many meetings of all those living. We were Wonkru. We may be the last of the human race. I don't know if my brother is alive. I don't know if anyone is. We could be all that is left. Indra has been training with me and the others of Trigedakru. Skaikru refuses to join us. They stay in their hall of the bunker. The only ones who have joined us were those who were with me from the start. The ones apart of the 100.

As I finished winning another spar I heard approaching footsteps. I rose to my feet and looked towards the open doors. Marcus Kane. He must have the news. Abby, Clarke's mom got very sick after a few weeks down here. She hasn't been recovering. She's been getting worse. We kept her in a contained room bringing her rations and whatever medication Jackson could find. Nothing was helping. I handed my weapons to Quint to put away. I approached him meeting halfway.

"What is it?" I asked lightly.

"She's still worsening. It may be her last day. She asked for you," he said.

Indra walked behind me muttering something. A growl behind her words.

"Shof op Indra," I barked with orotundity.
-Be Quiet-

"Take me to her. Indra keep training I will return soon," I stated.

Kane led the way through the Skaikru Hall. The Sky people lined the hall in distraught as I passed. All eyes on me. The commander of Wonkru. We stepped down a hall stopping at the final door. This was it. And Clarke had no idea. We stepped into the viewing room. We could speak through a comm system to her.

"Ms Griffin," I spoke softly.

"Octavia. You're here."

You could hear the pain and weakness in her voice. It reminded me of the ground. Before Praimfaya. Watching dozens of the 100 dying beside you. But seeing one die in your arms. That's what Abby sounded like. Raw throated yet choking on saliva or blood. Like the one virus passed in the very beginning. Nearly killed Clarke and Bellamy.

"I am," I replied with the waver of my voice.

"Marcus, please." Kane left me with Abby alone.

I tracked Kane as he walked out he door. Something was wrong. I looked back to Abby who was now standing. She was frail. Like a liquid nitrogen soaked flower. Delicate. Like if you were to have touched her she would shatter into a million pieces. She stepped up to the glass to see my face. She was dying and I couldn't help her.

"I'm sorry," I said looking down.

"It is not your fault Octavia. I just need you to promise me something," she requested with a cough of blood after.

"What is it?"

"Tell Clarke I was proud of her. And tell Bellamy yes," she coughed sliding back to the floor

"Yes to what Abby?" I asked desperately sliding to the ground on the other side of the glass.

I need to know what she meant. I need to know exactly what to tell them. Tell her.

"Yes on Clarke's behalf."

"Abby? I don't know what you are talking about," I spoke quickly.

"You see it. They are more than what they say. They are just stubborn. Tell Bellamy I said yes."

"I will. I promise,"

"Thank you," she breathed lastly.

She let out one last breath. Then that was it. She was gone. Salted water fell out of my eyes as the door opened. It was Marcus Kane. I knew it was. He sank down next to me. His arm holding me tightly against him. This was almost as painful as Lincoln. But he just had to say it. Out of respect.

"In peace may you leave the shore, in love may you find the next, safe passage in your travels, until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again Abby," Kane recanted in unsteady words.

"Mebi oso na hit choda op nodotaim." I stood, still distraught.
-May We Meet Again-

She was gone. She was really gone. I stood wiping tears from my skin. I am stronger than this. I have seen more death than many. I have caused even more. This death was nothing. But it was. I made a promise. I would live to see Clarke & Bellamy. Maybe. If the world is better. If it ever gets better. Now it was time to cope. Everyone had to cope. My kind of coping was fighting until I can't move. Getting beaten until I can no longer stand. Getting stronger. Or at least trying to. I stepped out of the room. Marcus had followed me. We began to walk down the now empty hall of Skaikru. It was mealtime. A rare occurrence of everyone eating together.

"What shall we do with the body?" I asked adjusting my clothing as I stood straighter.

"We would want a proper burial but without the surface being safe we need to do what has to be done."

"We need it to be decontaminated. Disposed of quickly. Find a place. I will speak to the people," I stated.

"Will do commander," Marcus replied.

"Please, Kane just call me Octavia."

He nodded turning with a wipe of a tear. I couldn't leave him like that. He loved Abby. He and her were like an older Bellamy and Clarke. Two stubborn people who let a chance pass them by. I called for Kane to wait. He turned to me. He needed what I gave. I pulled him into a hug tightly. I felt his whimpers in my shoulder. He was in more pain then the rest. Until Clarke is to know, Kane is suffering above the rest. Above me. Even with losing one of my people. What is now my people.

I left to the meal hall finding everyone seated. Indra approached and I pushed her aside knowing I had to inform them all at the same time. Even Indra. I know Indra had a respect and debt to Abby that had not been paid. I had chosen the best way to do so was to conduct a meeting where Kane could also be present. So I announced the all clan gathering. Nods and murmurs of acceptance followed. I left the room. I did not have the stomach for food at the moment. The recent events proved the ability to resist. I know the same will become of Marcus. Mealtime had passed quickly. Gathering in the round occurred and I stood above the rest looking upon them. I knew that weeks of Skaikru and regret of the healers of all clans would fill the air. Never mind screams of pain I know would occur. Murmurs of confusion and disbelief. Silence overcame the crowd and I began.

"As you all know, Abigail Griffin had been sick since the first weeks of Praimfaya thanks to A.L.I.E. and her virus. Today I had gone to speak to Abby. And whilst there, she had passed. Abby Griffin is forever with us. We will not let her death be unknown."

"As yu hogeda know, Abigail Griffin had been sick since the first weeks gon Praimfaya chof kom A.L.I.E. en her virus. Today ai had gone kom speak kom Abi. En whilst der, em had passed. Abi Griffin ste forever kom osir. Osir will nou teik her wamplei be unknown," Indra translated my exact words.

Cries and weeps filled the air as expected. Murmurs of failure of healing passed. As cries died down I hear those of the 12 clans beside Skaikru start to speak unitedly. They spoke the sacred words of Skaikru.

"In peace may yu bants the shore, in hodnes may yu find the next, klir gouthru in your travels, taim our final journey kom the graun. Mebi oso na hit choda op nodotaim."
-In peace may you leave the shore, in love may you find the next, safe passage in your travels, until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again-

After a few repetitions I held my hands up and they silenced. I knew one thing that I had wanted us to live by. Not may we meet again. Far in another life. That was already planned. We were all meant for death one way or another. But to build from this pain.

"From the ashes, we shall rise."

Everyone repeated the words after I did. I nodded with the end of the gathering. Skaikru left to their wing. Some of Trikru stayed as I made way back down. Indra being one of them. I came to her. Indra could see right through my touch act. She knew I was strong but knew I could be broken. She set her hand on my shoulder.

"Lincoln would be proud," she said with the light rasp if her shallow voice.

I nodded. I had become what he knew I could be. I have become more than what I had thought. And I have achieved more than I knew. I had survived.