In which she fights for her people and the love of her life.
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She was wrong. Of course, things could get worse. Clarke took every chance for the following days to talk Emori into the alliance, but Emori had opted to just ignoring her and sitting in silence. She was tired of being strapped to a bed, and she was even more tired of having to watch the woman, who Emori has now found out was Clarke's mom (Abby), tend to her wound. Today was another one of those days. "Your leg is almost completely healed up, and your shoulder looks good as well, I'm just going to remove your stitches from your torso and your shoulder," Abby said as Emori sat in silence letting her do what she needed. She didn't need to talk to her about anything and it had come to the point where she didn't even care what happened to her. She was tired of being locked up.
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"Emori" a voice shouted in the distance and Emori grunted as someone sliced her arm. She punched her attacker in the face grabbing a sword from the ground and running over to the struggling blonde girl a few feet away. "Freya" Emori yelled as an Azgeda soldier ran over to her, but Emori was quick to slice at his legs making him fall to the ground she stabbed him in the chest and pulled back. She continued to run towards the green-eyed blonde, but before she could reach her she was pulled back by her hair. Emori groaned in pain as she got up and fought with the soldier that had yanked her down. She punched and blocked, but became distracted the moment she watched a sword go through the love of her life. "FREYA" Emori shouted as she watched in horror. The blonde stared down at her, a pained look on her face making Emori feel a pain erupt from her chest as a tear fell down her cheek. She felt the soldier punch her again making her drop to the ground, but Emori had enough, she grabbed a dagger from her belt and slashed the soldier's leg. She growled out in anger as the soldier fell to his knees and stabbed him in his heart. She was angry now she turned and continued to make her way to where Freya's body now lay. Anyone who got in her way was either stabbed her knocked out. Once she finally reached Freya's body she tried to scoop her up in her arms, but then everything stopped and Freya disappeared.
The sounds of swords clashing and soldiers yelling were no longer heard and Emori looked around to see that no one was alive. Everyone was on the ground dead. Suddenly she was no longer in a clearing, she was standing outside of the sky people camp Trikru soldiers all burnt to ash around the camp. Emori felt sick to her stomach the smell of burnt flesh making her dizzy.
"You killed them all" a voice whispered and Emori turned only to realize she was now in an empty clearing with no one around her. "Freya" she mumbled. "You and all your want for death. You caused all of this, you're a murderer" the voice of her love yelled out as Emori shook her head. "No I was saving my people" Emori stated. "Saving your people" the voice was different and laughed loudly making her flinch. "You don't care about your people. If you did nobody would have died" this time it was Anya's voice. "I wouldn't have died," Anya said as she suddenly appeared in the clearing glaring at Emori. "I wouldn't have died" this time it was Freya who was glaring at her, a dark look in her eyes. "And I wouldn't have died" Emori turned at the unknown voice now realizing who it was. "Elyria" Emori mumbled in surprise.
