We are Grounders

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - 𝔼𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕕

Acacio picks up Tris' limp body and carries her quietly out of the room.

"Take him away and kill him." Anya says, her voice raw with grief. Caliban and Braeya both step forward for Finn but Clarke tries to intercept.

"No. No. No. Please no! I did everything I could, no!" Clarke claws at Braeya's arm, trying to get her to let go. Caliban nods at Braeya and she lets go of Finn. She turns towards Clarke and holds her back.

Clarke thrashes wildly in Braeya's hold, trying to escape. "Clarke, stop. They'll hurt you." Finn yells whilst being dragged away by Caliban.

"No. Get off. No!" Clarke hits Braeya's arms but it's no use. Finn is dragged out of the room and Clarke gives up her struggle. Braeya takes a step back but remains poised, ready in case Clarke decides to fight back again. "Why are you doing this?" Clarke spits at Braeya.

"I never wanted this to happen." Braeya replies, equally as furious. "Now, you get to know how it feels." Her mind goes to Aidric and tears threaten to come but Braeya pushes them back before Clarke can notice.

"Of course you did, you're just trying to make us look like the bad guys!" Clarke yells.

"If I wanted this to happen, I wouldn't have saved your lives multiple times, would I?" Braeya blurts out and instantly regrets it. Clarke's eyes widen and she stares at Braeya in shock.

"Braeya? I'm here to watch over her." Caliban returns and stands in the doorway.

Braeya nods curtly and begins to walk away. "Wait! What do you mean?" Clarke yells after her but she's already gone.

***

"Caliban is dead, the prisoner has escaped!" A voice rings out through the camp. Braeya jolts up, startled from her daze.

"What?" Anya appears, enraged by the news. Braeya leaps to her feet, ready for orders.

"The prisoner is gone. Though Caliban's body is still warm which means she can't have gotten far."

"Where's Lexa?" Braeya calls out.

"She left for Polis a few days ago." Anya responds. Braeya looks down, feeling guilty that she hadn't even noticed. "Braeya, you're with me. Acacio, where are you!"

"Here, Anya." Acacio suddenly appears at Braeya's side.

"I want you to organise patrols and follow after us. Bring archers, warriors and horses with you." Anya orders. Acacio nods and disappears within the newly gathering crowd.

"Braeya, let's go. The others won't be far behind us." Anya says and Braeya nods. The two exit Tondc and rush towards Skaikru's camp. The direction in which Clarke would be traveling.

It's dark and Braeya can only just see the clumsy trail that Clarke has left behind. Anya is close on her tail, with her sword drawn and ready to strike. They travel at a fast pace, trying to catch up. Braeya follows the broken tree branches and crumpled ferns, signs of a hurried escape.

Laboured breathing alongside heavy footsteps sound ahead. Braeya looks back at Anya, indicating that Clarke is up ahead. The two speed up until they are both beside Clarke, one on each side. Clarke tries to react, but it is too late. Braeya extends her foot and kicks Clarke's legs, sending her sprawling to the ground. Anya leaps on top of Braeya, punching her face and drawing blood. Anya wrestles with Clarke until she is able to hold her still, Braeya rushes forward and secures Clarke's wrists with rope.

"Let me go!" Clarke squeals but the ropes stop her from fighting back.

"It'll be easier for you if you stop resisting." Braeya warns, Clarke throws her head back and ceases her struggle, exhausted from the tussle.