When Ground Met Sky

Have Mercy

Clarke's POV

Headache. Nausea. Dry mouth. Sore throat. Blurry vision. I'm dehydrated, I thought. I need water. My condition will continue to deteriorate until I can't even open my eyes...I-

"Stand"

A voice came from a direction I couldn't determine. The voice was spinning around my head.

"Stand!"

I opened my eyes. The room was spinning. I closed them quickly to fight the nausea. It creeped up my throat. I tried to swallowed hard to fight it but my mouth was too dry. I vomited all over myself. A moan escaped my lips. My head throbbed.

"Grab her...she must stand"

Hands grabbed my arms roughly and I felt myself be lifted. My legs gave out underneath me. I crumpled to the ground. "I..can't..I" I forced the words through my cracked lips.

I heard the men muttering to each other. Their voices full of worry, but their worry wasn't for me.

"Heda is going t-"

A light sound hushed their voices. My head was spinning. Where was I? "...Bellamy?"

"What is this?"

The guards shuffled nervously.

"Heda she can't stand"

I opened my eyes slightly to see a women staring at me. Her eyes were bright green. Her dark brown hair braided. Her...war paint. It looked familiar.

"She looks...Did she..throw up?"

"Yes heda..when we tried to make her stand"

"Get a healer and clean clothes now!" Her voice sounded uncertain...worried even.

The guards exchanged glances. They didn't rush out of the tent to fulfill her order.

"Heda-"

"Now!" She commanded.

They dipped their heads and rushed out.

"Who are you? Where am I? Why-"

"Stop talking" she whispered. I just realized she was knelt down beside me. She reached out with a small bowl in her hands.

I leaned forward. Eager to drink. My lips hurt and my mouth felt like sandpaper.

"Lean back...I'll do it"

I leaned back and she poured the water into my mouth. It rushed over my tongue and I licked my lips to wet them and ease the pain.

"Thank you" I sighed. Looking into her eyes for the first time since i woke up.

"Don't" she whispered. Something changed in her eyes. For a second I saw pity...feeling. They quickly glazed over and her featured hardened. She backed up quickly and turned away.

"If you can't talk you're worthless"

I watched her figure. Facing away from me. She put her hands behind her back. She turned slightly and I saw her clinch her jaw.

"I...don't know where I am" I breathed heavily.

"Good. If you did I'd have to kill you" she said dryly. She was hiding something. I could sense it.

"Why am I here?" I glanced up into her eyes again.

She held my stare for a second and I saw it again, a hint of emotion. It was quickly gone, Covered up.

"I...don't-" she breathed heavily. "You're being held as a prisoner" her jaw clenched.

"I-" I suddenly remembered something. "You said an army-"

"Is going to march on your camp and lay waste to everyone within its walls" she sighed. "I remember"

"Please don't do this. Please. I'm begging you" I stared into her eyes and hoped she would crack. Show some emotion. Change her mind. Show mercy.

"Do not beg" she snapped at me. Kneeling down to be eye level. She allowed my eyes to stare into her own. Blue meeting green.

"Please" a tear streamed down my cheek.

She took a sharp breath standing up quickly and turning to leave. Her figure was rigid.

"Have mercy!" I begged as she disappeared and the tent flap shut behind her.

Two men rushed in with another behind them. The third had strange tattoos on his face. The guards had clothes in their hands that looked like their own.

I saw the man with the tattoos come into focus right in front of my face for a second. He became blurry and everything went black.

I heard rushed footsteps. A few hushed voices. A thud. The tent flap..

"Is she okay? Tell me is-"

A loud ringing sound filled my ears and echoed in my head. Then nothing.