We are Grounders

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖 - 𝔸𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

Braeya nods thoughtfully, catching on. "It could work." Clarke looks at her, grateful for her approval. "But Clarke," She turns to look at blonde in the eye, "If you go through with this, it has to work. If it doesn't... My people will slaughter you all."

She lets out a shaky breath, "Okay... Let's do it."

"Hey." Bellamy grabs her arm, "Are you sure about this?"

Clarke nods in response, "Braeya let's go."

"Finn is still downstairs; I am not leaving until he is gone." Braeya states. Clarke nods and disappears down the ladder without a word.

After a few moments a call can be heard, "He's gone, we can go."

Braeya heads over to the ladder but before she goes down it, her eye catches Bellamy's. He gives her a nod and she returns it, before leaving the dropship with Clarke at her side.

"Tell me more about Mount Weather." The grounder prompts as they begin walking towards Skaikru's new camp.

"They have both of our people trapped in cages and are using their blood as medicine." Her eyes widen as Clarke explains. There's still s chance that her brother may be alive, caged and drained, but alive.

"...How do you know all this?"

"I was prisoner alongside them before I escaped with Anya." Clarke continues.

Braeya stares at her hopefully, "Anya survived the burning! Where is she now?"

The blonde takes a deep breath, "She was killed, just after we escaped." Braeya hangs her head slightly at Clarke's words. "But you didn't know your people were inside Mount Weather? Just like you didn't know they were creating and controlling the Reapers?" Clarke asks.

"No..." Braeya sighs heavily. "But if you tell all this to the commander, and if you can save Lincoln's life. You will have a truce with Trikru."

Clarke looks slightly relieved, "Simple as that, huh." She jokes. Braeya lets out a small chuckle in response. A giant ring of metal towers over the trees before Braeya and Clarke reach Skaikru's new camp.

"I'll go around your camp and find the commander, I'll tell her that you have something to offer." Braeya says. Clarke nods and the two split ways.

***

The warriors of Trikru stand lined up not far from Skaikru's camp, waiting for their countdown to reach its final seconds. "Braeya?" As she pushes her way through the warriors, a voice holds her in her place.

"Acacio!" Braeya whips her head around to see her former mentor. "I need to speak to the commander, it's urgent." He nods, and without question, spins on his heels and walks through the crowd, showing Braeya where Lexa's tent is set up in the temporary camp. She ducks under the cloth covering the entrance to find Lexa sitting on a wooden throne, Indra at her side.

"Braeya," Lexa greets, dipping her head respectfully, "Where have you been?"

Braeya takes a deep breath before returning the gesture, "With Trikru." Indra immediately tenses up at her words and her stare hardens.

"And?" Lexa's gaze is unwavering, her emotion doesn't change as she calmly awaits Braeya's response.

"I believe Skaikru can help us against Mount Weather, they know things we don't. I've seen what they can do..." Her voice falters a little as she continues, "Lincoln, he's a Reaper now, and they're trying to turn him back."

"How dare you mention that traitors name!" Indra says, eyes blazing.

"Enough." Lexa orders and she falls silent. "That's impossible."