𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒 - a Fanfiction of The 100

chapter nine

A very long month later, while I'm finally venturing a tiny ways away from the cave, I hear it. A deafening noise, like thunder, but so close it feels as if my eardrums are going to explode. Crouching low, I cover my ears with my hands and look to the sky. A dropship, far bigger than mine, is falling from the heavens. Another round of people from the Ark coming to test the ground? No, not another round, the first, they believe. I know it was Theo who sent me here, to save me, certainly the authorities on the Ark have no idea I've landed on earth.

But why would they send anyone down here without first knowing it's safe?

I stand as I see the massive cloud of dirt fly around the landing, at least a few miles off, maybe more. Glancing behind me, I look towards the cave, my safe space. The only people who I trust, at least partially, are back there, and I'm going to risk a few miles of unsafe land alone to see if there's even the slightest possibility my people, the ones who rejected, betrayed, despised me, are alive.

Why do I do that? Because if there's even a chance of Theo being on that ship, I'm willing to take any risk to get there. Not only that, they're my people. If this had been last month, I would've been to cowardly to attempt the trip and I would have been too terrified of the possibility of people on the Ark finding me. My family was hated there and I was able to, at least sort of, be anonymous when I had to interact with them. This is different, though. I need humans whose first language is English, I need to interact with more people and I desperately need a familiar face.

Sighing loudly, I take one more look towards my makeshift home, the place I wasn't allowed to leave alone for fear of Trikru, Azgeda and the other clans. But I'm tired of being in a cave, tired of not being alone, tired of the routine. Tala, and possibly Lincoln, are probably there by now, waiting for me to come back. I can't go to the cave and find my way to the ship, the dirt from the landing, or crash, is already dissipating and I may not be able to find the people from the Ark if I take a detour.

I hike my backpack up, turn and run through the trees, leaving safety behind.

It's been a few hours and I'm nowhere close to the crash site. I must've forgotten which way to go, it's highly possible I'm heading north instead of east, but with the thickness of the trees, I can't really tell. This is the first I've been alone since I landed and I'm doing a sucky job of it so far.

Stopping for a second, I sit on a large rock, looking through the massive branches to the small bit of sky peeking through. I run a hand through my hair, utterly annoyed at myself for losing the trail. Earth is still so new to me, even with my Trikru friends helping me learn more about it. Tala, young as she is, is more strong, wise and smart than any of the children on the Ark her age. She's taught me more than the teachers tried and without her and Lincoln I would have been dead weeks ago.

A glimmer of sunshine brings back a memory of my second week with the pair of them.

Tala says a word to me in the Trikru tongue, saying it once, then twice, as I shake my head. I'm tired, my brain is overworked and I'm nowhere near being able to speak in Trigedasleng. Then she points up, saying it again.

"Sky?" I guess, frowning. Shaking her head, she sighs. "Sun?" I ask again.

"Yes!" Tala exclaims, brightening up. I repeat the word for it in Trigedasleng and look up at the sky.

"Now, in which cardinal point does the sun set?" She presses. At this moment, I'm a little more than a bit annoyed, I'm tired, hungry, sweaty and I know the answer. The fact that a 12 year old girl is teaching me things I already know and is far smarter bothers me. Rolling my eyes, I look at her and answer.