Whatever It Takes // Bellamy Blake Fanfiction.

I won't give up without a fight

The hatch finally opened, and Daenerys walked to it, climbing down the ladder. She walked passed Bellamy and turning around she gave him a cold glare

"It's time you realise, you can't control me."

She left him and exited the drop ship, walking straightto her tent and packed her things.
When she reached the gate Clarke stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm leaving."

"What? Bu-"

"I don't belong here anymore. Actually, I never belonged here."

"...I...I'm sorry about Murph-"

"Don't! Please, Clarke, just don't speak about him. You're not sorry, neither is Bellamy and you're both responsible.
But, come on, I don't hate you. I hope you'll be alright. Say hi to Finn, you'll manage that?" She said with a smile.

She hugged her and left, walking without trying to remember the way. The sun glittered on the water she was walking beside, and a light wind brushed her face. From time to time, she could hear footsteps behind her, but paid no attention to it. It could be an animal, or a grounder...Whatever...

Though, she couldn't walk forever, especially when 4 grounders saw her and got ready to fight her. The only weapon she had was a dagger, but not to the least discouraged, she threw her things on the side and took out her small weapon.

"Gon ai op!" She shouted at them.

They were a little puzzled, but two of them ran to her and threw her on the floor. Far from giving up, she kicked his legs making him loose balance and stabbed him. She grabbed the man's sword and fought against the three others. Luckily she quickly spotted the weaknesses of two of them, and took them out. The last one was much tougher. But it was a fair fight. He swung his sword and cut her leg deeply.

She stood back up and their swords crossed with loud clang noises. She inflicted great injuries too, but her loss of blood was considerable. Gathering all her strength, she disarmed him and ran him through.

She caught her breath, but had to leave, given there could be others coming. She limped to her bag, leaving her dagger and taking a large sword.

She began to limp away, though having blood everywhere.

"Hod op!" She heard behind her.

She turned around to see another grounder.
(Italics : Trigedasleng. )

"if you want to fight, get over here, I'm ready."

"I have no wish to fight. You are a natblida, the blood of the Commanders runs through your veins. But you are wounded, let me help you. I am Lincoln of Tree People."

She remained silent, but the more she lost blood, the more her consciousness grew weak.

"Beja...help me" She whispered and collapsed.

Lincoln rushed to her and carrying her bridal style, he took her to his cave. While she was out, he cleaned her wounds and sealed some that needed it.

Bellamy POV.

"Clarke! Where's Daenerys?"I asked worried that she hadn't showed up. 

"She left about an hour ago."

"What?! Did she say where to and for how long?" What? Did she just leave?

"Bellamy, I think she's gone. She said she didn't belong here."

What? No! Of course she belongs here! How am I going to d-. Why am I reacting like this. C'mon, pulling yourself together, man. Plus, she hates you. I gathered people to go hunting. To get all this off my mind.

We walked for about 40 min, before we came across four grounders lying dead on the floor.

"Wait! Eyes sharp, there could be more." I ordered as I walked to the bodies.

My eyes opened wide as I saw Daenerys' dagger and her pack. Where is she?

"Daenerys was here! Be careful, if you see tracks, tell me!"

"Over here!" Miller shouted, and I ran to him. There were other footsteps that went to where the bag was, then they got deeper going the other way round.

"She's been taken. We have to find her!"

"She's probably already dead." Miller deadpanned.

"He was carrying her. She was alive, or he would have left her there."

I have to find her. She left because of me. I don't know why I care so much, but I just do...

"Bellamy, we have to leave. Grounders will think we did this. "

I nodded and taking Daenerys' things we left to hunt. We got back to camp with a deer, and two other animals, but I couldn't stop thinking about Daenerys. Clarke came up to me, and gasped as she saw Daenerys' things.

"I found them with four dead grounders." I explained.

"At least, she doesn't go down easy."

"We have to find her."

"We'll organise a search party, but for now we have things to do."

"Clarke! What if she's dead by then?"

"She won't be, she's a survivor. Trust me." She gave me a comforting smile and headed for the drop ship.

Daenerys P.O.V.

I opened my eyes and found myself in a cave. It all suddenly came back to me. Lincoln. I stood wincing at the pain in my leg, but was surprised to see all my wounds sealed and clean. I walked in the cave and saw paintings on the wall, showing a huge tower, and an infinity symbol. I passed my hand on it, and a name came to my mind.

"Polis..." I said at loud.

"How did you know?" A voice asked making me jump. I turned to see Lincoln.

"I don't know...things just went right in my mind."

He nodded with a smile and prepared something to eat. He didn't talk much, but when I asked about the paintings and Polis, he explained everything, step by step. It was so fascinating and I could've listened for hours. I felt like I belonged with these people, like they  were my people. Everything made sense.

After eating, I was still tired so he offered me to sleep for a few hours. Lincoln left the cave as I fell asleep.

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When I woke up, two hours later he gave me water and then with a smile he said "Pick a sword. I want to see how you fight."

I smiled and taking a sword, I followed him outside.