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scintilla
sɪnˈtɪlə/
noun
a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling.
"I will have to die for this I fear, there's rage and terror and there's sickness here. I fight because I h...
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Laughter chorused throughout the camp, teens exited the drop ship after having spent a few minutes speaking to their loved ones. Monty had managed to wire up a screen and connect it to the ark with the help of the radio frequency. I was perched at the top of the guard post, I took over from Miller while he had his time to speak with his father.
"You can go ahead and take your turn now, the line isn't that long anymore." Miller offered as he clambered up the frame of the post overlooking the wall.
"I don't need a call, there's nobody up there waiting for me."
Miller's eyes widened slowly, I could tell he felt bad because the next thing sent my way was a pitiful look.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Miller trailed off but I shook my head.
"It's fine, I'm used to it by now." I responded before standing up to climb down to the ground.
Not another word was spoken, my feet hit the ground with a soft thud. I passed by Octavia with a small smile while heading towards my tent, her hand grasped my arm before I got too far.
"How's your cheek?" Octavia asked as she observed the slightly purple mark that ran along my cheekbone.
"I'll live." It was times like this that I just wanted to be alone, a day where people were talking to their family members wasn't an ideal day for me.
"The grounder spoke to me, his name is Lincoln and he wanted me to thank you for trying to stop Bellamy." Octavia revealed in a hush whisper once she was satisfied that nobody could hear us.
"He spoke to you?" I asked shocked after what had happened.
"Yeah, I know today is hard for you seeing everyone talking to their families but we're in the same boat." Octavia bumped shoulders with me.
"You have a brother down here with you, you're pretty lucky O." I pointed out, but she rolled her eyes in return.
"Not much luck when my brother is Bellamy." I watched as she disappeared into the drop ship, no doubt in my mind that she would try and talk to Lincoln again.
Bellamy emerged from behind the tarp along with Clarke, I ducked my head into my tent before either of the two could see me. I hoped they weren't looking for me because in all honesty, I just wanted to try and sleep. It wasn't something that happened very often, but practice makes perfect right?
I nestled into the creaky cot bed and closed my eyes, the noise of the bustling camp was faint now. I took a deep breath preparing to let my mind drift off when a gust of wind flooded the tent as the flap had been opened.
"There's a bunker with supplies that the camp needs, Clarke thinks we should check it out."
I sighed and opened my eyes, Bellamy Blake stood with a frown on his face.
