Fireheart | Raven Reyes [O.H.]

7 | wish on a star

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chapter seven!
WISH ON A STAR
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ARES REMEMBERS AN OLD Earthen belief that was passed down through generations: the first star you see in the night sky can be wished upon, and if you say a little rhyme as you look at it, that wish might come true. He doesn't consider himself a superstitious person. It's his belief that wishes are for the blindly hopeful and that everything in life is already predetermined, so praying that something will be different is a fool's bargain.

But tonight, his thoughts have changed. He's witnessed the cold, hard truth of what lawlessness can turn these teenage criminals into: murderers. Not only because they almost hanged Murphy, but because the kid and a few others decided to track Charlotte down in a literal manhunt so they could kill her.

Ares hadn't wanted any part of it; he'd stayed behind while Collins, Clarke, and Blake had aided in her escape. However, it had ultimately ended in the little girl's demise. She'd jumped off the face of a cliff rather than have Murphy kill Clarke. Subsequently, Clarke and Blake had realized that anarchy is going to get them all killed and put themselves in charge. Their first decision was to banish Murphy from the camp. Ares had snickered when they'd announced it a few hours ago— how fitting that, just this morning, he'd thought himself on top of the world, only to be cast out like a heap of garbage.

Presently, he's sprawled out on top of the dirt and moss, top half propped against a tree trunk as he stares up at the sky. It truly is breathtaking from here. Even though he used to live in space and could easily see the stars from the many windows scattered throughout the Ark, to him, they've never lost their novelty. The pitch-black sky is the perfect backdrop for them. They twinkle at him like grains of sugar spilled into ink, brighter here due to the lack of electricity nearby.

A boom punctures the sound barrier. He starts at the abruptness of it, pushing himself to a standing position and brushing the loose dirt off of his jeans. His eyebrows furrow at the sight of a shooting star racing across the sky, hurtling faster than he's ever seen anything move. But then, as others begin to gather around him to gaze up in wonder at the thing, it becomes obvious what it is. An escape pod. From the Ark.

Ares twists his mouth to the side. Them? Already? He wonders if it's Marcus Kane, the man who had looked at him without a shred of pity in his eyes when he announced his sentence. Or maybe it's Clarke's mother, Abby Griffin. Jaha himself? Who would come down in a one-person pod this early into the game? None of them seem like likely candidates.

"They're coming to help us!" Jones exclaims from wherever he stands out of Ares' view. "Now we can kick some Grounder ass."

"Please tell me they brought down some shampoo," one girl says wistfully. Ares rolls his eyes. Not a blanket. Not more food. But shampoo?