Whatever It Takes // Bellamy Blake Fanfiction.

Daenerys, Fleim Nou Daun.

"Hey... I told you, we're going after Finn, Daenerys, Clarke, and Monty in the morning." Raven told Bellamy.

"And I told you, nobody leaves this camp." He cut.

"I'm talking to you. We can't just abandon our people. You want to lead them, show them you give a damn."

Suddenly a gunshot echoed in camp.

"Whoa! What the hell was that?" A delinquent shouted.

"Hey... What the hell is the matter with you?" Bellamy scolded.

"I'm sorry, man. I fell asleep. I've been on watch all day." Sterling tried.

"We've all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead grounder."

"Bell, you're scaring people." Octavia tried to calm him.

"They should be scared! The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do! Clarke, Finn, and Monty are gone, probably dead, so is Daenerys. And if you want to be next, I can't stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive! Get back to work!"

Everybody rushed back to work, in fear of every unusual noise.

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Daenerys woke up in Anya's tent before sunrise. She got dressed and put her armor on, ready to leave. Though a grounder walking by Anya stared at her. He was really scary, but Daenerys showed no sign of fear.

"Good morning, Anya." She greeted the woman, who returned it.

"And who might you be? Skaikru?"

"I am from the sky, but I am a natblida."

"She's Daenerys, Fleim Nou Daun." Anya told him.

"I'd like to see if the rumors are true." He said unsheathing his swords.

Daenerys smirked and unsheathed both her swords. Anya was smirking as well.

The grounder, Tristan, was strong and kicked her twice to the ground but twice, she kneed him hard and finally disarmed him of his two swords, blocking him to the ground.

"You're grounded." She smirked. "It's not the first time I have to prove myself. But I guess you can but let me go freely."

"Who taught you our language? "

"No one. It is mine as well."

The grounder nodded. He nodded at Anya and he came forward. Kneeling to her he offered one of her his swords. It was traditional that a warrior, beaten in combat gave up the weapon that had been thrown away by the enemy. Daenerys took the weapon and nodded to the man before going to Jonas.

He was in his tent, just awake and his mom was gone. She sat on the side of the bed.

"Hey, sleepy head. I'm leaving."The boy sat up about to protest. "But I'll come back. I promise." Jonas smiled and hugged her. In front of such tenderness, Daenerys was moved and hugged him back, smiling. She took her stuff and the sword and walked back to camp.

"Daenerys, where the hell were you? Were Clarke, Finn an Monty with you?" Jasper asked as they walked to the drop ship.

"N-what? Clarke, Finn and Monty are gone? Is there a searching party for them?"

"No. No one is allowed out of camp."

"Well I have faith in them. They're gonna make it. But if they don't by the end of the day, I'll go."