Beautiful Tragedy

Twenty-seven

                  Third Person POV

"Bellamy, don't!" Marcus shouts out grabbing ahold of the man. "They're taking her to the tower, they wont her."

"Trikova." Indra spits out, "you may accompany her now, but I warn you, dont do anything rash.. You maybe a strong warrior," she continues taking note of the look in his eyes, "But the strong can still fall." She warns stepping aside, allowing him to follow behind the crowd.

"Let me go!" Bellamy shouts as he struggles against Kane's hold.

"Not until you calm down! Listen to me son, they're not going to hurt her."

"What the fuck is going on!?"

"A conclave. Fight to the death."

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"I promise if you don't let me go, the moment I am free I will cut your hands off!" Kayleigh yells at the men forcing her into the throne room.

This wasn't the first threat she's issued since the forcefully took her from the gates. Weakened from the black rain, her struggles got her nowhere, still the warriors took care not to harm her. Their goal was to contain her, bring her to the new Flamekeeper inside the tower, nothing more.

Upon entering they let her go, she staggers trying to keep her balance, all the while seething and glaring at them all, until they exited the throne room, closing the door behind her. She knew better than to go for the closed door, knew there would be guards in place. The question was why was she brought here to begin with, and why Indra had told her not to fight against this.

"The final conclave." She thought to herself.

That's what Indra had said, but the final conclave with who? The young ones were all dead, as was Ontari. If any of the clans had a nightblood surely they would've let it be known.

Kayleigh took the time to look around the room, seeing but not seeing. There were too many memories here, and not enough. Her eyes drifted to the throne, feet carrying her near, hand stretched out touching the sturdy wood. How many times had she seen Lexa sitting here? Looking every bit of a commander, fierce and proud warrior. Her presence could fill the room, and now there was nothing left. Not a trace of her lingered here.

Cold and empty.

"Kikheda.." a voice calls out, Kayleigh hadn't even heard the door open.

Turning she sees a dark skinned girl, adorned in red and black robes, her face abashed in shock, eyes widened as she took in the pregnant girl.

"Flamekeeper." Kayleigh replies narrowing her own eyes on the girl. The color and design of her robes looked alot like Titus's.

Gaia, overcoming her shock at how much the girl in front of her looked so much like the sketches of their once true commander. But it wasn't Gaia, who held Kayleigh's attention, but the duo who was coming in behind her.

"Kayleigh." Abby says, relief flooding through her. She had been worried about the girl and was happy to see her up and on her feet.

"I wouldn't, Doc." Kayleigh barks out, her eyes growing darker, spine stiffening.

She could forgive Asher for betraying her the way he had, but the woman in front of her, or her daughter? No, they had crossed the line one time too many. Abby had only pretended to care, to try to gain control. And Clarke? Clarke did what she did best; whatever the hell she wanted.

"Kikheda." Gaia calls out this time more firmly, bringing Kayleighs attention back to her.

"It's Kayleigh." She corrects, and Gaia just arches a brow, giving the girl a knowing look. "Why have you brought me here?"