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The flares are sent to the sky. At first, before they left the ground, the color was like a purple. But when they start to fly up, the shade, to her at least, looks pink, a color that she hates. She doesn't say anything as she stares up, watching the flares light up the sky.
"You think they can see it from up there?" Bellamy asks, the question not directed at anyone in specific.
Clarke answers, "I don't know. I hope so. Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?" Zarah looks over at her curiously, which Bellamy does at the same time. "Forget it."
As Zarah's eyes return to the sky, he replies, "I wouldn't even know what to wish for. What about you?"
The blonde's eyes look over at Finn and Raven. The boy she has feelings for and his girlfriend. But the brunette keeps her eyes up, wishing she had thought more about her actions instead of letting her rage cloud them.
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Lately, she has a new hobby that takes up a majority of her time. She began to make weapons like the ones her mother told her were used on the Earth long ago. Like blades, spears, and more. They're mostly made from wood, metal from the dropship and wires. It's not much, but it is decent for the few materials that they had.
The curtain on the dropship is pulled back, Bellamy marching in. He looks around nervously, before his eyes land on her figure in the corner. "Have you seen Octavia?"
"Not in a while, no," she answers, her eyebrows furrowed. "No one's seen her?"
"No, and I've checked everywhere. She's not at camp," he tells her, taking a few steps up the ladder to check over the top of the dropship. There's no one up there, and that only makes him worry more.
"Let's just get a group together and look for her," Zarah says in an attempt to calm him down. She still keeps her voice flat and careless. She puts down a piece of cloth and piles weapon onto it. "I made these. We can use them."
The Blake steps off the ladder, walking towards her. He bends down in front of the cloth, gazing down at the weapons before nodding. He rolls the fabric around them to carry them. The two leave the dropship, and he shouts, "Hey, everyone, gather around and grab a weapon!"
He drops them on the ground as the juveniles gather around. It's dark and most are sleeping. They wear exhausted faces, looking rougher than usual because of it. They still listen to their leader.
"My sister's been out there alone for twelve hours," Bellamy tells them all. "Arm up. We're not coming back without her." It doesn't take long for all the weapons to disappear from the ground. When they're all gone, he turns to Clarke. "We need a tracker. Finn, get out here!"
"Finn, let's go!" The Jade girl shouts, drawing closer to his tent to make her voice more heard. He exits his tent, his lips pursed in a thin line, and she took notice of his newly cut hair. "Nice hair, Finnie Boy." She pats his shoulder and follows the group as they leave camp.
But they stop in their tracks, their dazed gazes on the sky. "Guys, guys, come here! Did you see that?" "Look up there!"
While some comments in the beauty of it, the sense of sadness hits her. No matter how much she wants to deny her feelings and not show her regretfulness, it's there. Because while the others assumed it's something beautiful like stars or a meteor shower, some knew it's not. It's the three hundred killed for more oxygen on the Ark because they didn't get a radio back, and they didn't see the flares.
"They didn't work," Raven acknowledges, and gets everyone's attention. "They didn't see the flares."
Bellamy looks her way with confusion. He doesn't seem to put it together like they did. "A meteor shower tells you that?"
"It's not a meteor shower, it's a funeral," Clarke corrects him with bitterness in her voice. "Hundreds of bodies being returned to the Earth from the Ark. This is what it looks like from the other side. They didn't get our message."
A moment of silence passes by until Raven pushes past Finn and Clarke. She heads right towards one of the causes with anger. "This is all because of you!"
"Someone likes to play the blame game," Zarah remarks under her breath, but it doesn't go unheard. She knows a joke wouldn't lighten the mood, but she finds it easier than showing her guilt.
"This is your fault, too!" The mechanic snaps, her angered eyes flickering between Bellamy and Zarah.
"We helped you find the radio," Bellamy brings up with his hand held out as a warning. His jaw's clenched. He obviously doesn't feel too good about what happened, and being blamed completely doesn't help.
"Yeah, after you two jacked it from my pod and trashed it," the Reyes sarcastically shouts, veins popping out from her neck. Both Finn and Clarke have to hold her back and they seem to be fed up with the bickering.
The blonde puts a hand on her shoulder, "Yeah, they know. Now they have to live with it."
The juveniles tear their eyes from the scene and start to prepare to leave. The Blake looks back up at the sky before looking at them again, "All I know is that my sister is out there and I'm gonna find her. You coming or what?"
Zarah rips her eyes away from the group. She finds her gaze landing on Alec, who glares at her with a hatred she's never seen from him before. Her lips part as she goes to speak, but he brushes past her. She stumbles back, before shaking it off as if it didn't happen. And just like that, her best friend hates her guts, and he wasn't one for hating.
Her eyes meet Bellamy's before he shouts to the juveniles, "What are we waiting for? Move out!"
