Carved by the Gods

The Plan

By nightfall the sprinting had worn me out. I think I had passed through at least four different towns only stopping for water and a quick bit of the rations Niylah had given me. My calves ached, my back was about ready to break, and my lungs burned, but I couldn't just stop here. I had to get to Clarke. I just had to, she couldn't stay trapped there.My heart beat wildly in my ears as I slumped to the floor in a heap, panting. I pulled out the waterskin and took a deep drink, savoring the cold, fresh water running over my tongue and down my throat. DIdn't take long for me to fall asleep where I sat, but the panic woke me up soon after and I began to run once more, slower this time as my legs screamed at me to stop, to rest more, but I couldn't. My time was limited, I could feel it. But I was barely making a dent in the long journey from where I was to where I needed to be. It dawned on me that I might fail, and in doing so Clarke would die...and I'd be at fault. I slowed down to a brisk walk, trying to conserve energy as best I could, the sounds of nature soothed my racing mind. A horse whinnied just a small ways away, I stopped as I saw out of the corner of my eye, an obsidian colored stallion with eyes to match stared at me, it was whinnying again as if to beckon me over. It kicked in the air and that's when I saw them. It was a pegasus. Large black wings spanning twice the size of me were spread out, ready for flight, the feathers shone beautiful purple and green colors on top of the darkness. I rubbed my eyes, almost not believing it was truly there. But when the beautiful creature began nudging me with its head, I began to come to my senses. The Gods were watching over me, and this was their gift to me. To aid me on this journey.
"Thank you." I said to the air. The horse nudged me again, so I took the hint and began to climb onto its back, grasping its mane. It began to trot, and gallop, and the full on run as it began to take off with such force it almost knocked me off of its back. We rose into the clear, crystal blue sky and I could see all of the country, the forests and mountains, deserts and ashen stones of the Grey Ones came into view, the ocean was a beautiful turquoise that stretched for miles. Everything seemed so small from up here, all of the world was beautiful but tainted with so many wars and the blood of innocent lives it wasn't fair. It was unjust to the beauty this world held. Is this how the Gods felt as they looked down on us? Were they disappointed in us? Or ashamed? We rose into the clouds as these thoughts penetrated my mind, what would they think of us when this was over? If I failed would they still feel joy over our determination, or would they be angered with me? But my mind quickly changed to thoughts of Clarke. And with that, the black pegasus sped up as if sensing my anxiety. The castle of Mount Weather came into view, it stood out amongst the broken down village surrounding it. The towers were looming, tipped with gold and marble, casting shadows over everything as if to warn those approaching that this was an evil, and unforgiving kingdom. I could barely make out the guards standing outside the doors and gates, all holding various weapons. They began to move forward as a white horse made its way to the gate, they let the rider in without a second thought. They began their ascent up the stairs to the palace, dressed in black. All of the guards and people began scrambling around for some reason, could the visitor have anything to do with it? We rose up into the clouds again to avoid detection as the madness below grew in size. I patted the pegasus,and he flew downwards into the trees behind the palace, where we could be hidden. Praying that no one saw us, I dismounted and set up a simple camp to last me until I worked out a decent plan to get Clarke out. I couldn't very well storm the palace on my own. I had to think. There had to be a way in without detection...
"There is." A familiar voice sang from behind a tree. I jumped and unsheathed my sword just in case.
"It's me, remember?" He said stepping out, it was Jasper.
"And me!" Another voice rang, he stepped out wearing a gold and white chiton, his black hair was covering his forehead, he screamed innocent and docile, but his almond shaped eyes had years of wisdom and power behind them.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Monty, I helped warn Clarke when the Gods were discussing her punishment." He responded solemnly. I nodded and looked at the two of them, the God of Wine and a lesser God of Light.
"I may not be Roan, but I'm still powerful. Light isn't just important, it's the shadows as well. And that's how we're going to get you into that palace." He boasted. I grinned as they began to lay the plan out, I was going to shadow-travel with Monty into their armory and steal a uniform from them, and weapons. Jasper would taint their wine with sleeping tonic so their numbers would be decemated while I broke Clarke out of her cell. If I could even find the cell. My stomach churned as we prepared, I understood enough Trig to figure out what cell I could find her in. If she was even in one. Knowing them they could have cut her head off and stuck it on a pike in their throne room to boast their victory. A victory I was being forced to help them with.
"Remember, you were trying to help her. You didn't want these figlio di puttana to hurt her or you." Jasper snapped.
"Or Maya." Monty chimed in. His face fell as if he was experiencing her death once more at Clarke's hand. Unwillingly at her hand.
"Point is Bellamy, she's in there. She's alive. And she needs you." And I needed her. She was the only one who understood my torment, why I acted the way I did, it was her and only her. Only her.
"Let's destroy their kingdom." I growled. Monty and Jasper whooped loudly and began to go to work, Jasper morphed into an older gentleman with a huge cart full of tainted wine to gift to Cage and his Queen. There was plenty to go around for the guards and guests as well he proclaimed, seeing as he was the God of Wine there was no doubt about it. We hid in the bushes as he approached the gates holding the weight of the cart without issue. He boasted he had the finest wine for the finest King in all of the land, without another word he was let in and he sent us a gust of wine scented wind to let us know we could travel into the armory.
"Ready Bellamy?" Monty asked, he gripped my wrist before I could even manage to get a word out before we hurtled into the darkness. I could hardly breathe as we moved around in the vast space, it felt like I was floating, if his hand wasn't on my arm I could swear I was falling into the depths of the underworld, light and dark swirled in beautiful blues, oranges, greys, and vibrant yellows as Monty shuffled us around the palace. The few rooms I could see from the haze didn't look like the armory, they looked like servants quarters and dining rooms or empty halls of nothing. People wandered around gasping and giddy over the new wine merchant who had come around with gifts for everyone. A few of them looked over their shoulders feeling us watching them.
"Do you think Wanheda will be in attendance?" One of the servants asked as he walked with a guard.
"Of course, that's his new little treasure. Cage will likely have her drink until he says stop then have her stone gaze some of the prisoners." The guard responded.
She was alive. Clarke was alive.
"That's good news." Monty whispered. I grit my teeth and nodded, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in. Yanking on my arm, we continued our journey in the dark until something silver caught my eye.
"Monty." I whispered. The colors of gold and red and silver danced around us. He zipped us into a corner and took a step forward, me in tow, we had made it in. It was just as I had last seen it, jeweled swords and studded leathers. Engraved shields reinforced with celestial bronze hung on the walls, bombs and arrows lined another begging to be picked up. I reached for a few and grabbed a bow, then an imperial gold sword.
"Wait!" Monty said. He rummaged around in his bag for a moment before pulling out a small silver coin with a lightning bolt on both sides.
"Your Godly parent wanted to give this to you." He said. I took it in my hands suspiciously as a coin would not even come remotely close to helping me bring the Mountain down, I flipped it over in my hands and out of it burst a jagged blade, beaming with radiant energy, the handle was molded perfectly to my hand. A lightning bolt.
"Marcus wishes he could have helped you more. He's always looked over you." He mumbled. I swallowed hard and nodded. If the King of the Gods himself gifted me a bolt of his own lightning...and had watched over me...I could only imagine what kind of man he was. Certainly not the monster I claimed he was long ago. None of the Gods were forsaking me, or anyone they looked over, Lexa was the only one to abuse her power and had it revoked. The Gods truly loved humanity. They wanted us to succeed, to destroy evils they couldn't. I sent a silent prayer to him thanking him for the gift he gave me. This sword would work wonders if it was truly as powerful as I'm thinking it is. It could burn this place to the ground.