Book 3 of the Tugsten Series
Following Season Five of The 100.
Ranking
#19 in engineer 05/05/2020
#18 bellamyblake 10/12/2019
#17 in clarkegriffin 02/11/2019
#9 in seasonfive 11/03/2020
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"Complain to your mother."
"Damn. You're taking no shit tody are you?"
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46 Day's After Praimfaya. Slowly I clap when Miller is slammed against the floor, Octavia's sword stopping just above his throat. "Good job Miller", I patronise him with a smugly plastered smile, waltzing over to offer him my hand "You went down quicker than a sack of potatoes."
Grumbling when Octavia backs away victorious, Miller takes my hand. Grunting when I help hoist him up to his feet, Miller defensively challanges "I'd love to see you do better Ave."
"She could", Octavia assures Miller, slightly amused at the idea "At least she could try." Smirking I slyly peer over to Octavia, challengingly raising my eyebrow as she taunts me. Forty-six days down here and our sparring is the only thing keeping my mind off Bellamy and my other friends. Wondering if they even managed to clear the radiation and get up to space. Did they get the ring up and running? Get the oxygen systems online? With too many variables it's spun my head in circles. Although I'm done crying. I have my sad moments in a quiet corner of the bunker where nobody can think to find me. Sometimes it becomes just a little too overwhelming. Surprisingly Miller would later find me, hugging me comfortingly as I sobbed into his shoulder. Alas they haven't fallen in a while. I've shut myself back up so I can support Octavia in whatever she needs to lead the people in this bunker. They look up to her and I can't blame them. She's their savior.
Before I accept Octavia's challenge, Indra appears in the doorway. "Octavia", she addresses her, clothes draped in her arms "The delegates have assembled."
"Dressing me up doesn't fool anyone", Octavia states with a small shake of her head "My blood is red and it always will be."
Indra nods over to Miller, dismissing him for the moment "Symbols matter Octavia. These symbols. Trust me. The more people connect you to them the easier it is for you to lead."
After more reluctance on Octavia's part she accepts the clockwork cog to place back between her forehead as well as the side cape locked over her shoulder.
