Carved by the Gods

The Tears Flow Freely

Those words rattled my brain, they floated and coursed through my veins. Bellamy...the one person who seemingly cared, the only person I had left in this world who wasn't afraid of me, who never saw my curse, now saw me only as this monster. He had called me Wanheda, my cursed name. The name I'd refused to respond to no matter what, the one the Mountain deemed me. And maybe he was right. Maybe this was all I was doomed to be. My lungs constricted as I continued running blindly into the trees, the sun was still out but the light was fading fast, I couldn't breathe. Every breath felt like glass, every pant was a new knife being shoved into my back by his words. How could he ever think I would hurt him? Kill him? We were all each other had left. A tree found its way into my path and I had to stop myself before completely smashing into it. Though once I was there, I gripped it tightly and let out an inhuman shriek as all of his words came rushing back into my head.

This is all because of you

Had you not slept with Finn.

Pissed off Lexa.

People died when I was near them. Either their soul did or their body did but regardless, people died when I was around. This was truly all my fault and I had no way of dealing with this revelation. But what about him? Did he take no responsibility for his actions? How come it was only me? Tears continued to flow down my cheeks, soaking them as I sobbed loudly, clutching tightly to my tree. At first I thought my world had ended when Lexa cursed me to be this thing, but I was wrong. Funny...it seems worlds can end more than once. The tears began to slow down finally, I felt so drowsy from crying so much. A branch snapped behind me, startling me from my stupor. I whipped my head around to see whatever was behind me, all I saw were shadows, and trunks from the tall pines. The wind blew slightly, kissing my cheeks, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe this was just us fighting through our fear, I had meant what I said, that he can't keep torturing himself about the past. He can't change what happened in his past and he needs to let it go, maybe not now but eventually. Otherwise it would eat him from the inside out. And maybe...maybe I needed to follow my own good advice. When I opened my eyes again, I thought I saw a shadow cross from one tree to the bush, and then another. Probably the nymphs enjoying my sorrow, twisted little girls. I began to walk slowly through the brush and roots that littered the ground, I was far from the trail, and it was dangerous to be on my own powers or not. I was being hunted by everyone who had ears and eyes to see, and Bellamy was the only person I felt safe with. My sandals crushed pine needles and twigs that fell from the canopy above as I moved towards where I thought the trail was. Though by now he had probably left and I was hopelessly lost. I couldn't remember which way I had come from, I knew I had ran past him after our argument, but there were so many things to avoid on the way here. Boulders, trees, animals trying to scurry away from me. I had rounded corners, cut through bushes, and changed directions so many times it wasn't wise.

"Bellamy?" I called. Another twig snapped in the distance. It put me on edge, I reached for the knife Bellamy gave me, it was holstered at my side. The bushes rustled in front of me loudly. Too loudly to be an animal of any size, it was a person looking at me.

"Who's there?" I demanded. I stopped walking and stood my ground, holding the knife up and close to me, I scanned my surroundings. In case my sight could turn them before they could strike. The forest continued its ambiance, birds cooing, wind rustling the trees, I could vaguely hear waves crashing in the distance. Waves! I was getting near the cliffs, which meant the trail couldn't be too far away. I continued my hike, my chiton kept snagging on branches, I tried to ignore it because I needed to stay on guard. I sped up, running only a little bit, navigating around any obstacles in my way. The sounds behind me continued to grow in numbers and size, something or someone was there and in great numbers. In the distance I could see Bellamy on the ground, quiet. My stomach tied itself into knots, and the painful heaviness in my chest grew as he wasn't moving at all. I began to run towards him as fast as I could, dropping my knife, not caring about whatever was behind me, I had to get to him. If he was hurt, I don't know how I could possibly forgive myself. He stirred slightly from the crumpled position he was in, I stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. I began to run towards him again.

"Bellamy!" I cried. But then my world turned upside down and my ankle was snagged in a tight knot. As I slid harshly on the ground from the trap, I hit my head on the ground, hard. And the world went black.