Chapter Thirteen

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Maya screams in anguish as she opens the cafeteria doors. Two hundred people lay on the ground unmoving. Children's bodies cradled in parents arms and Maya wants to die. Wants to scream and throw things. Wants to yell at the dead president and his son. At Dr. Tsing but they are all dead. Slowly Maya grabs arms, dragging the bodies to the furnace. The cremation machine they used to take care of their dead. She drags children's too light bodies down the hallways. Lips trembling as their peaceful faces look back at her. Eyes are closed as if asleep. She pulls parents down the hallway until she sees her mom. She falls to her knee, cradling her mom's face and sobbing into her shirt. Her mom had been fine with the grounders in cages. They had all ignored the deep dark secret because it kept them alive. Her fingers clutch at her mom's shirt. Gripping fitfully at it as she sobs into her stomach. "I had to mommy. I had to. Forgive me. Please. Please. I'm sorry. So sorry." Her words crack and break as they leave her trembling lips, sobs wreaking havoc on her body.

Maya wipes her tears away and continues her job. Her muscles ache and she wants to sleep but her job isn't done. She needs to take care of her people before they begin to smell. Soon she grabs one of the machines used to move huge paintings, mind finally working. She couldn't do this by hand she needed to use the machinery. Her heart aches as she uses it to pull more bodies to the furnace. Hours pass until finally the cafeteria is empty. Her hands tremble as she moves down the halls, dragging dead soldiers to the elevator and sending them to the furnace. Her fingers press into the wall. Into the bullet holes and she stumbles to her knees at the silence. Chest trembling as she realizes she is all alone. She had killed the rest of her people. She killed them all without a second thought. Staring at her hands she stands up shakily, legs trembling before she gets to work again. She had to finish this. Had to do this. Needed to wipe away all the bad they had done. Needed to clean everything. Burn the dead.

She finds no guns. No weapons in the entire mountain and she sighs in relief. Weapons had been utilized to kill innocents. She swallows thickly as she presses the green button. She stands as water rains down from the ceiling. Filtering through the dam as it pushes all the blood down the drains. Bullet holes still stain the wall but slowly the blood washes away. Every pieces of the hallways dripping wet. Some still stained in red wet puddles. She presses the button again and again and again. Over and over as her body shakes from the cold water. It is cleansing. Washes the blood from the floor and tears from her face. As she stands her feet squeak against the wet floor but it is white again. The blood gone but the death remains. She can feel it in the air. The way is clings to it.

She doesn't know how long has passed. She had long since turn off the alarms. Turned off the clocks. Shut down the kitchen. Her hands bleed with blisters as she begins to take plastic and cover the furniture room by room. Hiding what had once seemed amazing but now had horrid memories clinging to it. Her heart aches as she finds a teddy bear on a bed. Some of the children's beds are made, others sloppy as she collapses onto one. Tears stain her face as she sobs into the bedding. Clutching the teddy bear in her hands she stares at it. She throws it across the room with a scream. Throat aching she curls into a ball on the bed, falling fitfully to sleep. Dreams addled with bodies screaming. Children crying for help. Dreams covered in blood. In her people yelling after her. Calling her murderer. Traitor. Her mother's soulless eyes as she lays on the floor staring at Maya, lips moving but Maya can't hear her over the children screaming for help. For it to stop. That they wanted to live.

She wakes with a start and begins all over again. Checking through the mountain again and again. Finishing cleaning the mess left behind. She notices that only her people were left here dead. None of the warriors or the space people were here. No bodies left behind. She swallows an ache in her throat she recognizes as thirst. Shaking herself as she grabs some water, stomach churning as she drinks it slowly before getting back to work. Time passes by her without a thought. She cleans. Fixes her people's mess.

Maya stumbles out of the mountain at a loss for how long had passed since the battle. Days? Weeks? The sun is warm against her skin and she feels sorrow. All her people had wanted was to feel the sunlight. They had went about it in the worst way possible though. Turning to monsters. Staining their legacy. She turns, looking at the entrance. It looked so inconspicuous. So innocent but she knew it wasn't. She had to right this wrong. Had to tell them the mountain wasn't a threat anymore. Set the worry at ease. She wanted to die and knew the grounders would give that to her. She needed it. Deserved it.

She walks day and night, never stopping. She had to do this. Had to tell them the threat was gone. That her people were gone. She just keeps walking in a straight line when she hears hoof-beats against the ground. She looks up to see five riders coming towards her. A woman with paint covering her eyes and a gear on her forehead stares at her. "You are of the mountain?" The dark woman on the white horse behind the younger woman scowls at Maya, hand on her sword. Behind her three warriors shift on their horses in anticipation.

"Yes." Maya stares at the woman atop the horse.

The Commander narrows her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I have a message for the leader."

"Is this a threat? We have decimated your army once already." All the warriors reach for their swords as the Commander glares at this frail looking girl.

"No. No threat. Just." Tears fill her eyes. "Everyone in the mountain is dead. I killed them all." Tears fall down her face.

"Why are you telling me this?" The Commander's eyes are confused but face emotionless.

"You need to know there is no threat there anymore. They're gone. I'm the last of my people." The words make Maya's heart crack and ache and she wants the pain to stop.

"Why did you kill them?" A hint of curiosity in the Commander's voice.

"They would have died without treatment." Maya shakes her dark hair, eye filled with emotion. "Our bodies can't survive without your blood. I killed them to spare them the pain." The words crack coming from her lips.

Lexa the Commander swallows. "The children?"

Maya sobs. "Yes." Her body trembles. "Gone. I burned the bodies. All of them."

"You walk out here. How?" Blue-green eyes narrow in suspicion.

"The doctor gave me Harper's bone marrow to test it. I didn't. I don't deserve to walk in the sun. My people became monsters. Please I've done everything I could. Killed them all to save them and I clean the entire mountain." She falls to her knees tears dripping down her face. "I'm the last of my people. The mountain has resources that you can use. Power from the dam. Machines for medical uses."

"We will not step foot in that cage." Face full of rage and eye blazing with anger.

"I disassemble all the cages." Maya holds a key card. "If you pr Clarke ever want to go in there again use this."

"And what of you? What do you expect us to do with you?" Indra shifts, gripping the sword at the Commander's words.

"Kill me." Maya begs. "I'm the product of monsters. I deserve to die for what my people did."

"No." Lexa looks almost bored as the words leave her lips.

Eyes wide words spill out of Maya's lips before she can stop them. "Excuse me?"

"You will not be killed by my hands." Lexa shifts on her horse, staring down at the mountain girl on her knee in front of her. "You are the last of your people. Live with their actions."

"I cant!" Maya's voice is frantic. Hysterical. "Don't you get that? We deserved everything that happened. We became monsters. I know you wanted us all dead. I'm the last. Kill me!"

"No." The tone is final, full of authority.

Maya almost screams throat aching. She couldn't kill herself. Wasn't strong enough to take a knife to her wrists. The grounders were her last chance. "KILL ME!" She screeches out. "I deserve to die for what I did! For what my people did! I killed them all. I'm a monster. Kill me!" She screams, throat aching and the warriors just watch her with knowing eyes.

"No. You did nothing to have me kill you."

"I killed my people!" Her eyes are desperate, begging for death. For punishment.

Lexa shifts on her horse, staring down at the pale girl. "Then you will live with that."

"My people killed your people." The words are forced from a tight throat. "Bled them dry. Turned them to Cannibals."

"And we killed those that did that." Her tone is neutral as she watches the pale girl torture herself with words.

Maya's eyes are frantic and then she's lunging forward, pulling the knife from a warriors thigh sheath and runs to Lexa. The Commander easily slides off her horse and disables the girl. Pulling the knife from her hand and flipping her onto her back. Maya shows her throat and waits for the blow. It doesn't come and tears fall from her face as she gets to her feet. She glares at the woman before swallowing and running at the woman, slamming her frail body into the woman. The warriors sigh as Lexa waves them off and slams the girl into the ground again. Maya grunts and the killing blow doesn't come. She gets up body aching as she pants out, tears falling down her face before shes running at the Commander only to be thrown on her back again. And again and again as she keeps getting up until she is on the ground exhausted. Tears fall down her face and she lays there. Lexa stands above her. "Kill me. Please."

"No." She grabs the girls arm and yanks her to her feet. "I will take you to my village. We will decide what to do there." She heaves the girl onto her horse as Indra glares at her. Maya doesn't even marvel at the creature below her. Just sits with her head bowed as the Commander hops on the horse behind her.

Anya's grins down at her unioned. Watches the rise and fall of Clarke's chest beneath the fur blanket before she is brushing her lips along the tattoo on her wrist. It is blue. The blue of a healers and then she's brushing her lips softly up to touch the marking on her bicep. She can hear the young woman mumble beneath her and holds her smirk in as she slips the fur off of her unioned and brushes lips against the ink on her ribs before moving to the scar on her stomach. There is a deep moan above her before hands grip her hair. "Anya." The voice is gruff and low with arousal and sleep. Anya feels warmth pool and desire flood her body as she kisses the blonde on her stomach again, teasingly using teeth again the puckered scar. "God."

Anya laughs throatily. "There are no gods here. Only me." She kisses and licks her way up her unioned's body, feels the chest heaving under her attention before she meets soft lips with her own. Anya grunts low in her throat as Clarke digs fingers into her hair and nails into her shoulder. Pulling them closer together as they kiss with a fevor. Anya shifts, allowing her thigh to brush her unioned's heat when there is a knock on the post outside the door. Anya growls. "I will kill whoever is interrupting us." Anya kisses Clarke harder and the blonde complies, teeth digging into the older blonde's bottom lip before the knock sounds again. Clarke throws her head back and groans in annoyance as Anya glares at the doorway. "Yes?"

They both her the shuffle of feet outside the tent. "The Arc leaders showed up."

Clarke groans again, fingers idly running through Anya's tangle hair. "I hate my mother right now."

"I am akin to agree with you." Anya growls out before pulling herself from sun-kissed skin. "We will be there. Go inform them now."

Clarke huffs as she stands up, pulling Anya into another kiss. "We can finish this later."

"We would finish now if not for your mother." Anya scowls as she pulls on her pants. Anya huffs but rolls her eyes at Clarke's teasing grin to her words. "Hurry. If we finish quickly we can finish this sooner." Anya steps forward and nips at Clarke's throat.

The blonde groans as Anya's hands slip into her pants, the button yet to be close. "Anya. I swear if you start something we can't finish."

Anya kisses her throat as her fingers dip into Clarke underwear, pressing with a purpose. "I will finish before they can get you. Keep quite." Clarke groans as she feels the smirk against her throat. Fingers tease her before pushing into her and she bites her lip to hold in her moan, throwing her head back against Anya's shoulder and turning to the side to press open mouth kisses there as Anya's front presses into her back. Skin against skin. She actually moans at the feeling of Anya's nipples pressing into her shoulders. A hand winds around her waist, reaching up to roll a dusky nipple between her fingers.

That teasing smirk presses against her shoulder as Anya moves her head. "Don't stop." Clarke moans out and she can feel Anya shudder. She loved it when Clarke spoke Trigedasleng in that low tone. Clarke can feel the pleasure coursing through her before there is a knock again. She feels Anya curse against her shoulder, fingers stilling as the woman scowls. "Anya if you stop right now I will make you regret it. Don't stop."

She feels Anya's chest heave and then the fingers are moving faster and deeper. Clarke has to clench on hand around Anya's forearm, the one not connected to the finger inside of her at the pace. She can't hold back the moan and then Anya is tilting her head, somehow managing to sloppily kiss Clarke and muffle some of the noise. The knock is still there and Clarke digs her nails in as warning. Anya just moves her fingers faster, twisting them just right before shes tumbling over the edge, Anya's name on her lips. Anya kisses her deeply as she pulls her fingers out. She slips away from a dazed Clarke before slipping fingers into her mouth. Brown eyes, pupils blown staring into blown blue before Clarke is kissing her again, the force of her body slamming into Anya's causing her to stumble back. Anya catches her, lifting hands to pull Clarke's legs around her waist. "They are expecting us out there." Anya speaks lowly between kisses.

"Let them." Clarke mumbles as her fingers find purchase in Anya's hair. The woman manages to get her onto the table in the corner of the tent. The knock is there again as Clarke shoves her hand down Anya's breeches. Slipping into her unioned without problem. "Ignore it." Clarke's voice is low as she brings her equal to kiss her deeply. Anya is close, she can feel it in the way the woman's teeth dig into her lip. The way her hips cant toward her fingers. So close. The knock is more insistent and Clarke can feel the tightening of Anya's walls as they clench around her fingers before she is coming with a moan after a few more thrusts. She licks, sucks and hides her smile against Anya's shoulder. Of course Anya would get off to someone standing outside the door waiting for them.

Anya pants as she lets her head fall to Clarke's shoulder. Sweat clings to both of them as their hearts slow. The knock is there again and Anya huffs as she pulls back from Clarke, tossing a shirt at her as the flap opens. Raven spots them before turning around. Her back to them as she speaks. "So glad I came in instead of Abby."

Anya rummages around before finding the undergarment for her chest. Clarke slips her bra on then the shirt as she moves to help Anya wrap the cloth undergarment around her chest. "Thanks Raven." Clarke voice is low as Anya slips her own shirt on and then a long coat, using a belt to finish it off as she slips a sword on her waist.

"What do the Arc leaders want now?" Anya's voice is annoyed and Clare runs her fingers through her golden hair to tame it.

"You guys decent?" Anya grunt and Clarke hums in answer. Raven turns with a roll of her eyes. "Jaha wants to go to the City of Light. Abby wanted your view on it."

Anya grunts. "It is a child's legend."

They can hear the hesitation in her voice. "But?" Clarke stares at her unioned, looking for answers.

Anya chews on the side of her cheek, only able to show this emotion when in the presence of her unioned and her friend. "People falling from the Sky use to be legends until we saw it with our own eyes."

Raven's eyes widen in shock. "So you're saying it's possible?"

Anya clenches her jaw before Clarke's fingers twitch and run along her forearm. "I'm saying it is not smart Mechanic."

Raven shifts. "Whatever, you two better get out there before they throw a fit."

"You're lucky you are Clarke friend or your tone would get you in trouble." AN=nya scoffs out as she walks past Raven.

"Please Warrior Princess, you know you love me!" Raven's smirk is wide.

Anya just grunts as she steps out of the tent, Clarke by her side. The can hear the screaming of their people as Miller leads a game across the outside of the tents. "Go in the arena!" She screams after them as some younger warriors and some of the remaining hundred rush past them, younger grounder children on their heels. Last time the game had ended in one of the seconds falling through a tent and fifteen stitches in Brooke's arm. The hundred had moved into Anya's camp. The rules of the Arc to much and the metal reminding them of the mountain. The drop ship was full of skeletons reminding them of ghosts lost so they moved with Anya. With their Tribe. Their village. This was their home. Dana stands tall by the entrance of their tent as the group runs by, Anya scowling as she turns to look at her warrior. "Keep yours on a shorter leash." Anya grunts out, annoyance evident.

Dana swallows a smirk, face impassive. "It was either her or the Chancellor."

Clarke's face turns red before she follows the others to the head building. Inside her mother pulls her into a hug. "Clarke." The words are relieved and loving.

"Mom. How's the Arc?" Blue eyes search her mother's weary face.

"Fine. Ratios are good." A small relieved smile crosses the Chancellor's face. "How are the hundred?"

"Good. They're better here." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she thinks of her group. Her remaining of the original hundred.

Abby cups Clarke's cheek in her hand. "You look better." Eyes flash to her stomach and Abby shakes her head to get rid of the images of her daughter dying.

"I am." Clarke furrows blue eyes. "The City of Light?"

Abby sighs, the sound full of so many emotions. "Thelonius is sure of it. He's been trying to convince people to go with him."

"Will they?" Clarke's words are worried.

"I don't know. But that is for future discussion." Abby runs her hand through her hair.

Eyes confused she looks over her mother, checking for injuries. "What are you doing here then. I though you wanted to discuss the City of Light?"

Abby smiles. "No. The decision is Thelonius', we'll ask the Woods Clan on their opinion and decide then. The Arc wants to have a celebration. It's been three months since the battle." She swallows, forcing her eyes not to wander to her daughter's stomach. "We need one."

"Warriors will like that." Anya's voice is low as she addresses her unioned's mother.

Monty pops up beside Clarke seemingly out of nowhere. Anya scowls at the boy, he should have known better but Clarke's people were known for bending the rules and breaking barriers. He sings an arm around her shoulder, grin on his face. A scar tears itself across his cheek but does nothing to pull from his childlike glee. "I can totally brew up more moonshine." His grin is contagious and suddenly the hundred are shouting in agreement from outside the building, listening to Monty's words and dragging grown warriors around to plan the party. Monty smirks. "Can't say no now can you?" Bellamy steps forward from the doorway, shoving Monty away with a shake of his head, grin tugging at his lips as he comes to stand near Clarke, Murphy beside him.

Murphy smirks, eyes dangerous in snark. "Another celebration? Sure this one isn't going to end in a bang?"

"Murphy fuck off." Bellamy grunts out.

"Maybe later." The smirk is lecherous and Clarke rolls her eyes at them.

They have the celebration at the Arc. The open field is covered in tents and tables as a huge bonfire burns intensely. Children run around, leather ball kicked between them. The Woods Clan and Arc children playing together. The gate to Camp Jaha is open and drumbeats fill the silence. Almost heartbeat like in its rhythm, it captivates the Sky-people. Clarke turns her eyes to the torches as riders and warriors flood out of the woods. She feels warms fingers press into her lower back and she turns a soft smile in Anya's direction as they make their way to greet the newcomers. She hears rapid footsteps as Bellamy blows past her, sweeping his sister up in a hug. She laughs freely as he swings her around, that stupid Blake grin on both their faces. Clarke feels a smile tugging at her own lips and turns her eyes back to the Commander who is sliding down her own horse.

Anya lets out a low whistle and the stable hands from her village are there, taking the horse and patting them on their sides and chests as they lead them away. "Anya." Lexa bows her head slightly. "Clarke."

The unioned pair do the same and then Anya's eyes are teasing. "Keeping Indra on a short leash?" Anya's brown eyes flicker to the dark woman who scowls at her.

Lexa's lips twitch. "Indra is easier than I ever was."

"And her second?" Anya grins knowingly, she had seen Octavia from the beginning. She knew how stubborn that girl was.

Indra grunts and Lexa tilts her head to her leading warrior, letting her speak for her second. "The girl knows her place. She learns quickly."

Clarke smiles at Octavia as the girl steps forward, pulling her into a hug. "Octavia. Causing trouble?"

"Only a little. Just keeping the old bag on her toes." Octavia's eyes are bright and grin teasing.

Indra scowls at her second. "I would watch you tongue. I can still defeat you."

"Not for long. I'm getting better." Octavia's grin is contagious as Bellamy grips Lincolns forearm. The two men nod to one another in greeting as their eyes lovingly find Indra's second.

Harper steps forward from the group of Woods Clan and Clarke pulls the girl into a tight hug. She feels stronger already, no longer skin and bone and bruises. The three months have been good on her. "You look better."

"I feel better." Her face is bright. She was born to be a warrior.

Anya looks back to her former second, as her unioned speaks to one of her hundred. "I have heard you took a second. Is it true?"

Lexa clenches her jaw before nodding. "It is true. She has proven that she can fight. Come forward."

From behind the warriors Clarke sees a familiar face step out, Harper and Octavia swallow tightly as they watch Clarke. "Maya?" Clarke's voice is confused and her hand trembles as she fights to not reach fro the knife on her thigh. Trusting Octavia and Harper. Trusting that Anya trusts the Commander. "What are you doing here?" Anya's hand on her hip stops her from stepping forward. Blue eyes take in Maya's form. She was in grounder gear and her skin was darker than Clarke ever thought it could be. She was standing here breathing their radioactive air. "You have the hundred marrow in you." She turns to look at Lexa eyes flashing as she lunges forward. She had their blood coursing through her veins.

Harper steps forward, cutting Clarke off. "It's mine." The girl stands tall but her jaw quivers as she stares at her leader.

Clarke clenches her jaw, confused. Angry. "Why is she here?"

Lexa stares at Harper before turning to Maya. The dark haired former mountain girl shakes with guilt. "Maya came to me seeking for her death for her people's crimes." Clarke holds her tongue even though she wants to scream and rage about the mountain. She knows Lexa remembers what it was like inside of there. "She killed the replacement Commander and then the rest of her people."

"So you let her live because she killed the remaining people in the mountain?" Clarke's voice is low and she stares at Maya. Maya hadn't been the bad guy, she knows this but the pain tied to the mountain was coming back up from seeing the girl.

Lexa tips her head back, gaze challenging. "The reason for which I made her my second are my own. You will respect that. She is part of the Woods Clan same as you. Her people have payed for their crimes and she has paid for what was desired."

Anya steps forward. "She is welcome as a member of the Woods Clan. The celebration has just begun." Anya's words are stilted but full of respect for her Commander.

Clarke keeps her mouth shut as warriors walk past them, some carrying offerings for the celebration. Maya stands near Lexa and Harper. Lincoln has his hand on Octavia's hips as they stand there in silence. Indra mumbles something as she crosses her arms, glaring at them all. "The others of the hundred need to know that Maya is here." Clarke's voice breaks the silence.

Lexa clenches her jaw. "If any from the Arc try to harm my second."

Clarke shakes her head. "They won't know and the hundred won't tell." Her eyes find Maya and she swallows. "We all deserve second chances."

Bellamy stares at the girl before nodding and looking to Clarke. "I'll tell them. You can discuss things." His eyes find Maya before he shakes his head and heads off to their original people, trusting Clarke to handle things and Anya to handle whatever Clarke would do. He loved his best friend but she could be vicious sometimes in order to protect her people. Those she loved.

Harper shifts her feet as she stands between Clarke and Maya still. Octavia shoves Lincoln in the direction of her brother with a soft smile. Indra glares back at them before turning back to face Clarke as the blonde speaks. "Why didn't you two tell me?" Blue eyes search Harper and Octavia's face.

"I told them not to. I knew how most would perceive this." Clarke clenches her jaw but holds her tongue as the Commander speaks. "Maya is a healer. She has paid for crimes she did not commit. She has paid for her people's crimes." Briefly Clarke catches sight of pale scars all along Maya's arm and a long one across her collarbone. They had given her the thousand cuts. Made her pay with her blood.

Anya slips her hand around Clarke's hip, gently squeezing it. "Blood has had blood. We understand. Maya will not be held for her people's crimes. Crimes that have been punished once already." Anya slips her hand free of Clarke's hip and steps forward hand extended as her jaw clenches. Maya's own trembles before she grasps the older woman's forearm. "I do not doubt the Commander." She dips her head before backing away, hand finding Clarke again as Clarke nods.

The Commander nods and Octavia grins, teeth bright against her tan face. "So now that's none of us are killing one another lets drink." Her grin is contagious and Indra's lips twitch before she pulls her face back into it's stone mask.

"And if I told you to defend the forest with other seconds?" Indra stares at her second, watching her face closely as she challenges her.

Octavia smirks, shoulder straightening before her face slips into warrior mode. "Then i'd drink tomorrow defend the camp today."

Indra grunts. "Go celebrate. Keep you Lincoln away from the drinks." Octavia nods, hugging Clarke again, winking at Anya before taking off in a sprint to her boyfriend and brother.

The Commander stands taller. "Harper, Maya, go celebrate." Green blue eyes turn to Harper then Maya. The two girls leave and Indra looks over them before shaking her head and walking away. The Commander's guard stands many feet away from the three of them, "I did not do this to spite you Clarke."

Clarke swallows. "I know. She will be accepted. She helped Jasper and Monty inside."

Lexa nods. "Have fun my first." Lexa's eyes dance in mirth as she walks away from the two Leaders of the Western Blood Tribe.

Clarke leans into Anya's side once all eyes are off of them. They stare out at the bonfire as their people celebrate with the Commander's and the Chancellor's.

Thelonius stands up straight, a little wobbly as he looks to the people around him. Voices echo around the night as they celebrate. Children continue to play games and duck around grown adults. Sober warriors oversee challenges of strength, keeping death from being dealt in drunken stupors as warriors and guard go against each other. As warriors go against warriors and guards against guards. Eyes turn to the dark man as he shouts for silence. Lexa stares up at him with amused eyes yet stonic face. Harper looks up from where she and Miller were arm wrestling. Jasper turns his eyes from Maya to the former Chancellor. Abby huffs and Kane slips an arm around her shoulder. Octavia stops dancing with Lincoln to turn confused eyes upon the man who had floated her mother. Bellamy and Murphy look up from here they had both been watching the festives as Clarke stares at the man and Anya grumbles under her breath about children's tales. "In the next few weeks I will go to find the City of Light!" Laughter rings throughout the camp and Abby sends Byrde and Houston to get the man. "I have hear tales of its magnificence and if anyone wants to go with me to see it I will take them."

"It is a child's tale." Indra's voice is low yet echos around the camp. "You would take your people to their death across the dead zone to find a story told to children."

The dark man stands tall, eyes bright as he stares at Indra before looking around at the people staring at him in confusion and annoyance. "We used to be stories you told to children and now here we are. I believe in the City of Light. I believe I can find it."

"You will die." Dark eyes glare at him as she speaks lowly, truthfully.

His shoulders straighten and the people watch the argument with baited breath. "Then I will die for what I believe."

"You are a fool." She growls out.

"Then I am a fool."

Abby steps forward as they pull him down, eyes looking over the group of people surrounding her. "No decisions have been made. That will be for future discussion. For now Celebrate. It has been three months." She pauses. "Three moon cycles since we defeated Mt. Weather and freed our people from their clutches." Shouts ring out throughout the camp and the party begins again. Octavia grabs Lincoln's arm and drags him to keep dancing. Hope and happiness burning in her chest and he stares at her lovingly.

Clarke sits atop the hill as the moon moves throughout the sky, she feels a familiar presence sit down next to her. "Hey Princess." The name doesn't bring the pain it used to, only past memories of a time when things were different. Bellamy situates himself next to her. "Planning the next war?"

Clarke chuckles. "No. I'm not all war strategies y'know."

Blue eyes meet brown and he grins in that stupid Blake was of his. "Never thought of that. What're you doing out here?"

"Thinking." Bellamy turns curious eyes to her, face full of understanding. "Are we done? Are we safe finally?" Worried blue eyes turn to the man who had lead with her.

Bellamy sighs. "For now I think we're doing pretty damn good." He looks up to the sky. "There will be war and there will be loss and we'll never be ready for it but that's life. We deal with it, we survive. We cope."

"Long way from whatever the hell we want." She smiles softly at him. "When did you become so wise?"

He laughs. "Always was Princess." He stands up, brushing off his pants as he winks at her. "Here comes your wife, try to keep the exposure to children down." He walks off with a laugh as she chucks a pebble at him and hits him in the butt.

Anya raises her eyebrow before sitting down next to her unioned. They sit in silence watching the celebration as they lean into one another. Warmth spread throughout their bodies as they find their people.

Raven sits beside Dana, much like when they first met. Shots of something are being passed around and the warriors cheer the mechanic on as she downs one after another, grin on her face as Dana's fingers trace designs across the tan skin of the mechanic. Their bodies are relaxed and faces happy.

Across the fire, sitting on a stump are Miller and Monty. They lean into each other's side as they laugh at something the others are saying. They look relaxed, happy. Better than they had when they were first out of the mountain. They were healing. All of them were. Warriors that were once caged sit around the fire, drinking and celebrating with their families. Warriors once reapers shift nervously and stare into the dark too often but they were here and they were alive and well. Monroe sits across from the two men, braids glowing in the moonlight as she talks animatedly to Flint. The warrior's lips twitch in a half grin as they debate on the strategies to a grounder game the children are playing. Monroe's eyes are bright with happiness and alcohol. Leyvan and Brooks are heading to a tent, Brooks grin wide and mohawk slightly ruffled from Leyvan's hands as they make their way to their tent.

Clarke briefly catches sight of her mother and Kane talking softly to one another, too close to be friends yet too far to be lovers. She feels a trembling smile cross her face. Her mom deserved to be happy. It had been years since her father's death and it hurt but she understood. They worked, her and Kane. Somehow they worked for each other. Thelonius sits behind them staring at the sky and cradling a chess piece he had made in his hands. As Anya's hands slide along her collar bones and goosebump break out across her body she spots Octavia in Lincoln's arms, foreheads brushing together as they dance slowly. Oblivious to the others around them.

Bellamy watches his sister with a smile only reserved for her before he turns his attention back to Murphy. Clarke can see them arguing with one another but there's something else there besides normal arguing between them. A tension as their eyes stare into one another. A tension that would soon be released later that night. Clarke shakes her head. Of course it would be those two. They were somehow wrong yet right and understood the other.

Up on a hill far from the others lies Maya. Her knees are cradled to her chest as she talks to Jasper. The man stares at her, full of longing and surprise, happiness and sorrow as his fingers brush along her scarred arm. Anya peppers kisses down Clarke's throat and Clarke tilts her head as she moans, giving Anya more access but also seeing something she never thought she'd see. Harper walking past the guard outside Lexa's tent with a discreet nod. The former gunner shuts the tent quickly and Clarke shakes her head. It explained on of the reason Harper was so adamant about staying at Lexa's camp. The thoughts run from her head as Anya bites into her shoulder. Clarke turns, catching Anya's mouth in her own before the taller woman lowers her to the ground.

Her fingers brush Anya's hair from her face as the grounder hovered above her, brown eyes dark in emotion. "What now?" Clarke's voice is low, deep.

There is a smirk crossing Anya's face but her eyes are soft as she leans down into her unioned. Lips hover a breath away from Clarke's. "We live." Clarke's fingers thread through blonde and brown hair, pulling her unioned's mouth to her own. She was right. They would live. They would survive.