in which a girl fighting
her own demons finds
a boy willing to fight
them for her
s1-4
Bellamy Blake x fem!oc
Started: 04/06/20
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Everyone slowed to a stop as they reached a large wall of towering trees, too densely packed for the rover to get through. "These woods must be the border." Bellamy realises, jumping out the back of the rover. Aurelia placed her helmet on the handlebars before getting off the bike and pulling her bow off her back. Her eyes canvassed the area, looking for a potential ambush lurking between the large pine trees.
"So where's all the ice?" questions Jasper as he looked around, only seeing a wall of green around him, no sign of white snow covering the area.
"Much further north," Octavia reveals walking away from the group slightly, "Azgeda stretches for a thousand miles."
"Good thing we only need to go 200 metres," Monty rushes forward, eyes fixed on his tablet revealing the beacon's location.
Bellamy holds out an arm in front of the boy, stopping him in his tracks. "Slow down. Remember, rules of engagement are non-lethal force. Tight formation on my command." He turns towards Raven as she limps from the drivers side. "Raven, you stay in the rover."
"Yeah right," she responds, not prepared to sit this out.
"We need every gun we've got." Octavia states, handing a gun to the mechanic, knowing just how ruthless Azgeda could be. Some distant shouts attracted Aurelia's attention as she turned towards the tree line.
"They're coming." Monty reveals looking down at his screen, counting down every ten metres as the dot moved closer and closer. Aurelia pulled out an arrow, preparing to shoot if needed. Bellamy followed her lead by raising his gun, which prompted everyone else to do the same.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Monty exclaims, eyeing the raised gun. "They're our people!"
"We hope they're our people." Bellamy responds, not letting his gun lower from its current position. "On my command." Aurelia pulled back the bowstring as Octavia unsheathed her sword and twirled it in her hand.
Several more shouts echoed through the woods, and the thundering of hooves increased in volume as they moved closer. Several white horses revealed themselves through a gap in the trees, grounder warriors sitting atop them. They definitely weren't Farm Station.
"Ice Nation?" Bellamy questions with his gaze fixed, even though he knew the answer.
"Yes. White war paint." Octavia raised her arms in surrender as she moved towards the warriors. "Stay calm."
