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ONCE FALO ARRIVED AT POLIS, she wasn't really surprised that Clarke actually listened to Falo's order. She knew she already had a place in the bunker, safe from Praimfaya, but it couldn't shield every clan, which weighed heavily on her shoulders.
One person from each of the thirteen clans were outside fighting each other to the death right now in the dark. The only thing she hated was that there was time limit, but the radiation was getting here soon and she already promised Raven she would survive for her.
On the way to Polis, Miller told Falo that Clarke lied to her people; Trikru, and said that Falo was dead so she could be commander, so that angered Falo herself. She was only glad her people didn't believe it and asked for the Flame, but a lot of her people did believe it.
Her boots pounded on the tiled floor, causing everyone to turn around, their eyes wide. Most of them thought she was dead, most thought she was going to die from the Praimfaya, and some held hope she would be back. Nevertheless, they were all shocked.
"Heda." they all said, putting their fists on their hearts, and kneeling down on the ground as she passed them, walking towards Kane, Indra and Bellamy, shocked gasps washing over the rest of the crowd of people before saying heda.
Thirteen candles were still lit, each symbol from each clan carved into the holders. Falo had just gotten here, but she could hear the cries, the screams, and weapons clashing against each other.
"Indra!" Falo breathed out, rushing towards the woman, and pulling her into a tight hug, a smile playing across her lips.
"Heda. . . you're alive. Clarke said-"
"Clarke was wrong," Falo turned on her heel, facing her people. "Clarke Griffin was lying to you all! I stayed at Pramheda Bekka's lab on an island far from here to find technology our bunker would need in order for us all to survive Paimfaya! She is not your friend nor your commander. I am your commander and friend, I will always be your commander and friend!"
Everyone rose from the ground and cheered, letting out shouts of happiness, hope in their chests that she would vanquish Skaikru in order for more than one clan to survive, and hope in their chests that she wasn't going to die any time soon.
When the curtain hanging was brushed aside, Falo whipped her body around. She watched in terror as a long candle snuffer was lifted.
"The first two champions have fallen," Gaia announced clearly. She walked down the carpet, each step agonizing. "Gael kom Ingranronakru. . . yu gonplei ste odon." Falo held a breath in as she heard Ingranronakru people gasp and cry.
"Please don't be her." Bellamy whispered as Falo walked up beside him. Octavia's fighting? Falo widened her eyes. She bit her lip and laced her hand with Bellamy's, sucking in a breath, hoping it wouldn't be her alongside Bellamy. He looked down at their laced hands in surprise, then he looked back up, and squeezed her hand to comfort them both.
