The City of Light (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

XIII - Red Sky at Morning

"Everywhere I looked, there were fins. And teeth. And blood," a girl said, dancing around the circle of people listening intently to her surely embellished story. Admittedly, I'm a bit jealous about her ability to capture everyone's attention. Logically, I know that there are so many storytellers, but for the longest time I was the only good one. Even Jasper was listening intently with the hint of a smile on his face. At least that means he still can.

Bellamy seemed to sense my annoyance because he shifts closer to me, and whispered, "You're better, you know."

I fought back a smile, but lost. "Thanks."

I leaned against him, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I wasn't sure that we were back together again, but he was always going to be one of my best friends. So I relished in the comforting warmth and tried to ignore the dirty look Octavia threw me. Just because she was pissed at him didn't mean I had to be anymore.

The echo of a door opening resounded through the room and I looked up to find Luna entering. "She's back. Maybe she changed her mind?"

Bellamy, Clarke, and I got to our feet to go talk to her, though I was the only one out of the three of us that seemed rather apprehensive about it. Luna seemed like someone firm in her beliefs, unwavering. I doubted that we could push her to take the Flame. Still, I hoped we could convince her.

"The boats return at nightfall," she said when we stopped in front of her. "Then you leave. Forever."

Figures.

"Luna, let us explain," Clarke pleaded, stepping towards her.

Luna glared at her, but her voice remains as soft as it is commanding. "I said no."

"No, you need to hear this." Bellamy stepped in front of her when she made to move past Clarke. One of the men stuck out a hand in warning. Instinctively, my hand jumped to my back, but I didn't have a bow, and I didn't have a dagger. I couldn't do much to protect him if anything happened. "There's something out there that is going to destroy us all."

"Whatever it is," Luna replied, staring him down. "It can't reach us here."

A moment of silence, and then she moved on.

"Great," I muttered. "What now?"

Neither of them responded, which wasn't a good sign. Clarke was normally the brains of the group. If she couldn't figure anything out, we were doomed.

Once again, we sat around the fire, listening to the content hum of chatter around us. Part of me wishes I'd been born here, that I'd never have experienced war and death and pain. But then, I never would have met the people who matter most to me, and I wouldn't be who I am. Peace was not so important as my friends. Maybe that was naive. But after everything I'd been through, I thought it was quite the opposite.

Then again, Jasper was finally happy again. And if he was more important to me than peace, then I'd just thought myself into a paradox. God, my head hurt.

"Jasper's actually smiling," Bellamy remarked, softly. Clarke didn't respond; instead she turned over her shoulder to look at Luna. "Clarke, let it go."

"We can't just leave," she argued.

Octavia snorted. "It's not like we have much of a choice."

"Maybe we do," Clarke replied, her voice lined with that familiar "I've got a plan" tone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, intrigued.

"I'm talking about putting this in her head without her asking."