"She will pull it off."
Okay I have a lot of book five written so I'm almost done with this series! :))
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I'm sitting at the sidelines of the screaming crowd, listening as Gaia announces tribute names. "Guara kom Podakru. Accept the sigil of your clan, and fight with honour as their champion." She does this without a single beat of hesitation.
The different names fade into static as I stare into the distance. Tracing indistinct shapes on my own skin, I follow the dark veins marking my new blood, and almost laugh.
Just over six months ago, I was an average, boring college student. I had very little going on in my life aside from school, and now... I'm living in The 100. I'm a Nightblood. Jasper, the perfect man I get the honour of calling my boyfriend, is also Nightblood. Bellamy is dating Clarke, a feat I never quite thought I'd end up seeing outside of the books. Lincoln is alive in season four, here to see Praimfaya with the rest of us. Lincoln is alive.
My attention is caught once again when I hear, "Octavia kom Skaikru, step forward." My twin sister pushes her way to the stage, swiftly strutting up the stairs to Gaia's side. The Fleimkepa continues on, "Accept the sigil of your clan, and fight with honour as their champion." The sigil comes to rest around O's neck, gleaming in the sunlight. The next name catches me by surprise as well, though I suppose I should have remembered it.
"Ilian kom Trishanakru, step forward." Gaia goes with the typical spiel, placing the dogtag just as she had the other clans. She begins to address the crowd, though I miss the first few words.
"...Conclave. A battle to the death within the walls of Polis. These warriors will fight until only one remains. When that warrior collects all of the sigils from the fallen and delivers them to me, they will be declared the victor. This final champion alone will tell us which clan is meant to survive in the crypt of Bekka Pramheda, and which clans are meant to perish in Praimfaya."
Wonkru will reign the bunker. That much I let myself relief in. But... will Blodreina still take over?
"We will honour those who fall to the sword, but follow the one who wields it the best." Gaia relays in quick Trigedasleng.
From the back of the crowd, a voice shouts, "Daun bilaik ai!" Luna.
The stunning girl swims through the tide of people with ease, standing at the foot of the stage before making her way up to Gaia. "I'm Luna kom Floukru, and I'm the last of my clan."
"We know who you are," Gaia snaps, eyebrows knitting. She raises her chin, refusing to back down in Luna's presence, despite her undying loyalty to the blood. "The Natblida who ran from her conclave."
Luna matches her projection. "I'm not running from this one," she vows, serious and sullen. Without a word, Gaia retrieves the final sigil, handing it to the Natblida begrudgingly.
"Accept this sigil, Luna kom Floukru..." Gaia spits her name out like venom, brown eyes glittering with hatred. "But with your clan gone, who will you fight for?"
"I fight for no one," she hisses back, spitting with absolute and unfettered fury. "I fight for death. When I win, no one will be saved."
