Clarkes point of viewThe halls of the bunker were crowded once again. I couldn't imagine having to walk down these cramped hallways every day for six years, and I once again felt admiration for the people who had managed to maintain their sanity down here.
Bellamy told me earlier that his sister had told him where to go to get to the council room, and I now followed him with our fingers entwined through the twists and turns of the corridors.
He was leading me a long ways from the main room. I didn't think the council room was going to be this far away from the heart of the bunker, and I turn to raise my eyebrow skeptically at Bellamy as we walked. "Are you sure you know where it is?"
He glanced at me, then looked ahead again. "Yeah, it's right around this corner up ahead." He slowed down suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"What is it?"
"Are you sure we don't need, like, war paint for this? When you were an ambassador, did you have to wear any?"
I simply gawked at him. "No. It's optional, but I don't think they're going to kill us if we don't wear paint, Bell," I laughed a little.
"Well, I've never been to one of these, alright?" He ducked his head sheepishly, acting irritated.
I nudged his shoulder with mine, smirking. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."
He nudged me back, giving me a playfully stern look and as we rounded the corner I sobered up again. Our hands fell away as our eyes landed on the lone set of doors ahead with two guards stationed on either side.
I straightened my back, giving the two a curt nod as we approached. They both returned the gesture, reaching for the handles on the doors and swinging them open.
As we stepped in, I took in the room. It was spacious, most likely the second biggest room that I had ever seen. Instead of straight, the walls were curved in a circular shape, with chairs that resembled that of the size and appearance of the ambassador chairs of the late Tower ringing the room. In the very center was a large, circular concrete table that you had to step off of the small ledge that slightly elevated the ring of chairs to access.
In the middle of the room, positioned near the farthest wall and underneath a big Second Dawn symbol was the Commander's chair. All of the still-bloodied medallions from the conclave that had crowned Octavia the victor hung from both armrests on the chair, and it stood a bit farther apart from the rest of the chairs.
The whole room was cast in a pale orange light from the dozens of candles positioned around the room. It really did seem like the old Tower.
"Wanheda en Bellomi, bro gon Heda!" The two guards announced in unison, the doors slamming shut behind them.
The attention of the other advisors in the room turned to us for a few moments. I saw a couple faces that I recognized as the former ambassadors of the old clans from my time in Polis. There was a small group of more seasoned advisors that had been speaking solemnly towards the wall. A younger red-haired woman who looked to be closer to Octavia's age sat atop the chair second from the left of the Commander's, eying me with a wary glint in her icy gaze.
Octavia, who had been murmuring to Indra, paused in her conversation to look across the room at Bellamy and I. She exchanged nods with the both of us and signalled with a flick of her gaze to the chairs on the right of her's before turning back to Indra to resume their discussion.
"You get to be the Commander of Death, while I'm just the brother of the Commander," Bellamy muttered as we made our way to our chairs.
I snorted in laughter before catching the gaze of the red-haired woman, who was still watching me like a hawk. I shot her a look and she rolled her eyes before looking away.
As I sat on my chair, I impatiently tapped my finger against the armrest. I wanted to get this meeting over with. I could sense the anger from the attack radiating from the advisors assembled in the room. I already knew what the verdict would be.Okay so sorry it was a short chapter but this part was just so long, it needed to be separated into two chapters. So the rest of this part will be in the next chapter.😁 thanks for reading!
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FanfictionMe and my friend are writing a story of the 100 leaving off of season 4 into season 5. All Clarke's point of views are done by my best friend and all Bellamy's point of view's are done by me. This is our way of surviving through the wait of season 5...