The Azblida | The 100

~The King's Survival~

"Okay. I'll help you." Abby agreed with her daughter and followed her back into the room while the other five stayed watching the zombie-like people risk their life to climb Polis' tower. However, Meave stared at something completely else. Her eyes were focused on the king.... laying there lifeless in his own cold blood. Without her noticing it herself, her tears were once again soaking her cheeks.

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Around 30 minutes filled with death and chaos later, everyone started to yell in victory and happiness as they had succeeded to stop A.L.I.E. and the group was now climbing down carefully. Meave however recklessly dropped down a few balconies at a time, not caring if she would get hurt or not, and ended up on the red-colored courtyard within minutes.

The sight and fresh air didn't make her sadness much better though....

The streets were filled with death.. and blood splashed onto Meave's red boots as she cautiously walked through them. When she was up on the tower and her mind could only think of her king, she thought she would feel better being down on the ground again, however now she couldn't help but mourn for those she didn't even know too. They deserved to be acknowledged for their sacrifices too.

Dying at the hands of something so unfamiliar to them.. it must have been terrifying. She felt bad for the broken families, the lost friends and lovers.

No one deserved this faith.

It was horrible to see all those lifeless bodies....

Lifeless bodies like Roan's....

A flash of Kane shooting Roan again wandered her mind and she wiped away a few tears she tried to hide. She didn't want to look weak nor did she want anyone to ask her who she had lost. She knew Kane had been under the influence of A.L.I.E too when he shot her lover, but yet she couldn't stop blaming him. Yes, everything was over now, A.L.I.E was destroyed and all the clans were free from the grip of A.L.I.E., but yet she couldn't trust Kane, trust anyone that was affected really.

In the corner of her eye as she walked she could see a hazy Kane trying to help a woman, but the woman recognised him and pushed him away immediately. She knew Kane didn't deserve the hatred towards him, but even Meave felt so much anger she forced her head to look the other way and keep on walking, fists clenching till her nails made small, but deep cuts into her hand palms.

She simply couldn't face him, not now, not ever..

With mad anger Meave walked past Jaha, Abby and Bellamy who tried to reach out for her arm to stop her. She however had already noticed his move and pulled her arm to her side, shaking her head at him. "Don't." She hissed, showing him she didn't want their help and never wanted it again either.

Meave wasn't part of Skaikru, she had never been accepted by them, had never been loved after her brother died, and now it all started over again.

She gave Bellamy one more warning with a death stare and then walked around the piles of dead bodies lying everywhere.

"HAIEFA!! HE'S ALIVE!! OSO GAF IN A FISA!!" [The king!! He's alive!! We need a healer!!]

Her head quickly turned to the courtyard and her body followed, sprinting to the crowd of people to push herself through it. It took her a lot of effort, but eventually she could drop herself next to Roan and placed her hand around his wrist, feeling a weak heartbeat. Her mind filled with hope and she stroked his hair out of his face to hear if he was still breathing too. "Thank god, Roan." She whispered as soon as she heard his unsteady and soft breathing so no one could hear it and she smiled a little, wiping away her tears. "You'll be okay."