Carved by the Gods

The Voice

Something was beyond wrong. My temper was out of bounds and I...I hurt her. I hurt Clarke. Not physically but I used everything in her past against her and for what? For fear of my own life, one that I hadn't even cared about in weeks but now, now it's different. She's changed me, my views, she's made me want to continue. I continued to sit there and sulk for a few more seconds, it didn't feel right to just ignore the horse, or to avoid remembering that she had run off. Strange to think we had only known each other for so long, and that the Gods were plotting for her to live, to be free, and not against her. Jasper, Monty, Harper, and Raven had all proven their loyalty to her by helping us both out, by pulling me out of my misery and forcing me to rescue her and not kill her. But in that moment...I could have sworn someone took over my mind...pushing unwarranted anger to the forefront of my mind. Something in the forest rustled around, like someone was sneaking in the bushes or hiding behind the trees. The ocean just barely masked the sound of whoever, or whatever it was.
"Who's out there?" I called. No response. Our horse began to whinny and kick, obviously scared about something. Drawing my sword the sounds grew louder, I stepped toward the edge of the forest.
"Clarke?" Nothing. She was gone. The horse neighed loudly, catching my attention. When I turned around there was man with a monsters face standing before me with a large club. The world went hazy after he hit me. I dropped my sword and grabbed the spot where the eclub struck me, falling to my knees.
"Chek au trimani." The monster yelled. His voice echoed in my aching skull. I continued to lay on the ground, in hopes they would just leave. And also so I could figure out who they were and what they wanted.
"Dula we Wanheda." He snapped. Bounty hunters. I heard her call my name, but she was cut off suddenly. I wanted to get up and destroy the hunters, but if I did they would kill me...and then she wouldn't have a solid chance of getting free.
"Der emo laik." I heard them cutting something down from a tree. There was a thud...and then what sounded like dragging. Oh Gods...they were taking her away, could they have killed her?
"Em blouwen?"
"Sha."
"Teik em ona yuhol." They were circling the area still as if looking for someone or something else. I continued to remain still, some of the Trig they were speaking was unfamiliar, but I managed to roughly translate thanks to the little that Maya had taught me. Clarke was alive from what I understood, she was breathing. Footsteps crunched on the ground, thuds on wood, and then wheels turning and hooves trotting. They stole the cart.
"Hod op!" One of the hunters called. The cart stops. I can hear them jump off and walk up to me, still trying to be as still as possible. The sound of metal unsheathing made my stomach turn on itself, and I struggled to not cry out as the hunter stabbed me right above my knee.
"That should slow you down." The hunter mumbled. I bit down on my jaw so hard I thought I would break my teeth. He kicked me in the side and went back to the cart and they began to move. It felt like hours before they were far enough for me to get up and begin limping with the wheel marks. The pain in my leg shoots up and down, cold blood dripped down as I limped slowly. Crying out, and trying to not fall, the sun began to go down, a trail of rust colored dirt tracked behind me.I had to keep going. They would kill her if I didn't get to her.
"Bellamy." The wind whispered. I stopped in my tracks, the cut began to pulse.
"Bellllllaaammmyyyy" It whispered again.
"Who's there?" I called. I tried to turn and look behind but I was wracked with a spasm of pain and collapsed on the ground. The world was fuzzy, everything was layered with fog, my eyes couldn't regain focus. Something shimmered in the fog, something golden and bright. My head ached as I looked upwards and saw a figure. I rolled over and yelped as pain shot through my body.
"Big brother...this isn't you." She whispered. A warm hand touched my cheek, it was her. It was Octavia.
"O.." I started. Her hand smacked my cheek.
"Get up. You have to get up. Don't let them take her from you." She snapped. My sister. I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was in shimmering light. Her long dark hair was up in complex braids, she wore a rich purple and silver chiton, a sling was over her shoulder where a luminescent sword rested, and her eyes, my beautiful baby sisters eyes, were full of blue fire.
"I can't go on. I can't...my leg." I said. Octavia's eyes left mine and traveled to my wounded leg, the blood on it was beginning to darken as it continued to flow.
"I can fix this. But you have to promise me you will go and find her." She said. I had never seen her so sure of herself. Death had become her in some strange way...but then remembering she was gone from this world made my heart hurt.
"I miss you O." I whispered. The world was beginning to fade.
"I'm always with you big brother. I'm happy where I am." She replied. She smiled down at me and held my face.
"I love you."
"I love you too Bell. Now let me help you." I can't remember what happened next. The world began to go black, footsteps crunched on the gravel nearby. I felt myself being lifted onto something hard and then nothing after that.