Chapter 44: A Myth in the Dead Zone

'Thinking'

"Talking"

[System]

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- Boudalan or Rock Line Clan Territory | 163 Miles away from Polis -

- Arthur Pendragon -

I floated above the massive battlefield before me with hate filled eyes. Everywhere I looked it was death, lines of soldiers of both Azgeda and coalition forces clashed against one another like roaring tides splashing up on a beach. Every now and then I would spot a vampire or two summon a blood weapon and leap into the air before diving down and inflicting death and destruction upon the coalition army.

'Time to deal with these vermin.' I mused as I watched a force of Azgeda reinforcements arrive at the back of the battlefield. Eighty cavalry and one hundred and twenty archers, lovely. Ignoring the reinforcements, I cast my hand out and focused on the Azgedan front line. Slowly four gigantic, pressurized fireballs formed in the air behind my draconic form. Then with a simple point of a finger, all four massive [Fire Comets] went streaming towards the Azgeda soldiers.

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

I cast the several level up notifications to the side as I observed the aftermath, four giant-sized craters. The coalition forces rushed forward with the detachment of werewolves leaping out from the woods and charging alongside the coalition forces towards the Azgeda reinforcements that were struggling to make a hasty retreat.

It has been a few weeks since the alliance with the Grey Wolf Queen as well as her eventual subservience towards me. Currently, she was leading an attack against the Azgeda forces that were besieging the Blue Cliff clan. Supporting her and her group of fifty Werewolves was a small team of Artillerymen and their guns as well as a defensive team of seven guards.

Meanwhile here I was with the majority of my army as well as the entirety of the Trikru, Sangedakru, and Trishanakru. The other clans such as the Yujleda, Luowoda Kliron and the Ingranronakru were across the other fronts helping support the Boudalan or the Rock Clan and the Ouskejon Kru. For the past month Lexa and I have been on the frontlines constantly. Whether it be swinging a sword, blocking with a shield, casting magic, or shooting a rifle.

There haven't been many quests that I've been given either, and the ones that have shown up were simple eliminations quests. The quest that I had been given at the start of the battle and had just completed was to kill two hundred Azgeda soldiers and twenty vampires. Ignoring the blue-colored Christmas present now sitting in my inventory, I dove down towards the frontline and cast [Full Heal]. A new level-up notification greeted me as my full heal extended and covered the entirety of the front, healing friendlies and killing any still-alive vampire. I landed down next to one of the brand-new APCs that Monty and Jasper in the Arkadian Mechanical Armament Division just put out, thanks to a schematic by yours truly. Though they didn't need to know that I got the schematic from a quest and that it was a vehicle from the Halo universe.

{Image of APC here}

"Nathan." I said nodding to the recently promoted member of the original 100. After the events in Mount Weather, he had joined up almost immediately falling under his father, Lieutenant Miller's command. Though due to his recent accomplishments of freeing a large group of slaves under Azgeda and Vampire control. As well as eliminating an entire encampment of Vampires with only a squad of soldiers, he was promoted by Bellamy to the rank of Lieutenant, the same as his father.

"Sir. It seems that the Vampire and Ice Nation soldiers have finally been driven back." Nathan said as he wiped some blood off his face.

"It seems that way, but the war is far from over and I feel that this battle is the same." When I said that, something rumbled in the distance.

"What the fuck is that?" Nathan asked confused and worried.

I squinted my eyes over the countless corpses of Azgeda and Vampire soldiers alike and saw an alarming sight. A solid black M1A2 Abrams tank rolled over and across the mass number of corpses as if it were nothing. On the top of the tank was a .50 caliber machine gun as well as an M240 machine gun. Painted on the side of the tank in blood red was a pair of fangs, inside the fangs painted in black was the Azgeda clan symbol. The tire tracks were smothered in blood and other pieces of the human anatomy, with the golden-red sun setting behind it, it was a gruesome and fear-inspiring image.

{Image of Azgeda Symbol}

Turning to Nathan I ordered, "Contact all APCs and in the local vicinity and have them rain down fire on that Abrams! I'll contact the other battalion commanders as well as the grounder commanders and tell them to fall back."

"What are you going to do, sir?" Nathan asked as he picked up his radio.

"Cause some damage." I said, launching myself up into the air. I flew to where the center of the army roughly was and imbued some of the draconic power flowing through me into my voice. "All coalition forces, an enemy tank has been spotted. All commanding officers report to your grounder or battalion commanders for further orders." After waiting a few seconds and watching them do exactly that, I got onto my radio and ordered the commanders to retreat. Even if the main cannon weren't to fire, the turrets on top of the tank would cause some serious damage, not to mention the coaxial machine gun also. Our army would be decimated!

'Shit! I hadn't thought that they would have modern weaponry! That is my mistake and I'll make sure to rectify that by having Monty, Jasper, and the other weapon researchers come up with a couple of designs for rocket launchers. We won't be surprised by the enemy having something like this again!' I swore to myself as I hovered in the air and glared down at the steel behemoth. As I prepped myself for the fight ahead of me four more black M1A2 Abrams tanks rolled over the hill.

"Well shit."

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

I flapped my wings and dodged the incoming barrage of tank AP shells. I wasn't able to dodge all of them, as one of the shells had gotten too close and hadn't given me enough time to dodge. I instinctively grabbed my blacksmith's hammer out of my inventory and slammed it against the tip of the shell. Instead of exploding like I thought it would, the shell reversed and was sent rocketing back. However, contrary to my expectations the tank did not explode, instead a hexagonal pattern shield shot up around the tank deflecting the shell.

"Magic shielding! You've got to be kidding me! I hope Clarke is having an easier time than I am, she is carrying my child after all." I mumbled before flapping my draconic wings and igniting [Sacred Flames] on Dark Sister.

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- The Arkadian Kingdom | Arkadia –

- Clarke Griffin –

Sadness and determination filled my heart as I sat in the black spinning chair behind Arthur's wooden desk. Arthur's study, which was usually bright with candlelight and filled with the sound of ink on paper or the squeaks of a marker on a glass dry eraser board, was gone. After he had arrived back with the Grey Wolf Queen in tow, he had first set up the so-called wolf sanctuary before diving headfirst back into the well-being of the people within the Arkadian Kingdom. Most of the minor issues had been taken care of by Kane, my mother, the other counselors, as well as myself. There were only a few crucial issues that Arthur had to take care of, and after that, he was rather occupied by me and Octavia for a day and a half.

Sadly, he was forced to leave for the grounder capitol of Polis a few days later. Octavia and a majority of the Royal Guards left with him, leaving two of them to personally guard me as well as the rest of the Sentinel Guard stationed throughout the refurbished Ark Alpha Station. Both Royal Guards were currently standing guard outside the study waiting for my guest to arrive. Before Arthur had left, he had given me the task of tracking Jaha and his movements and finding someone to do it. I recommended that Finn or someone that we know is trustworthy to do so, and Arthur agreed.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Ma'am, Chief Guard Murphy is here to see you." One of the Royal Guard's said through the door.

"Let him in." 'Murphy is a chief guard? When was he promoted?'

The door opened revealing Murphy in the gear of a sentinel guard but without the helmet, on his shoulder plate were two white painted chevrons pointing downwards. Indicating his Chief Guard rank or as Arthur and some of the more militarily like-minded individuals said was the corporal rank. As Murphy stepped into the room, one of the Royal Guards stepped in with him making sure to keep a critical eye on him in case he tries anything. It wasn't because he was Murphy, it was simply that with her being pregnant as well as one of the pseudo-Queens of Arkadia they needed to keep her safe at all costs.

"Princess. Or is it Queen now?" Murphy asked with a small smile on his face.

"Not yet, but with this little guy on the way, I'm sure it'll happen eventually." She said trying to start the mood light and rubbing her already noticeable bump. Despite Murphy's contributions to their cause, she still couldn't trust him fully yet. Sometimes she couldn't understand why Arthur could either, but he told her that it was better to use Murphy as an asset rather than have him as an enemy and she couldn't help but agree. Over the past few months, Murphy has proven himself to be rather crafty and capable when put to the test. So, with all that said she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"How far along are you." The guard behind Murphy grunted at the disrespect. "If I may ask." Murphy said with a blatant roll of the eyes.

"I'm just a little over four months, but that's not why you're here now, so let's get-" She attempted to clear the conversation that she knew Murphy was going to want to have and onto the matter at hand. Unfortunately, Murphy wasn't going to let it go.

"Wait a second. Four months!? That would be… Only a week or two after we crash landed here. Damn Princess you sure moved fast." At Murphy's comment the Royal Guard behind him moved to step in and act, but before he could she raised her hand to stop him. He stepped back and resumed his stance.

"I believe that's enough Murphy. I didn't call you in here to have a friendly discussion, if I wanted to have one, I would have called Raven." At that comment all of the fun seemed to leave Murphy's body and be replaced by stoic seriousness. "As everyone knows the previous chancellor, Jaha arrived here a couple of months ago just a few weeks after the crowning of Arthur. When he did, he was obviously unhappy with the fact that we were now a kingdom, but he held his tongue and kept quiet."

"Let me guess, something changed." Murphy interrupted.

She nodded, "correct. A couple of weeks ago a member of Eagle Watch caught this." She opened one of the two top drawers of Arthurs desk and pulled out a refashioned voice recorder. She placed it on the table and pressed the green play button.

"Chancellor Jaha, what King Arthur has done for has been incredible, you certainly can't be telling us to leave this all behind can you?" Asked a male voice.

"You may not see it, but I do. The peace that this boy king has with the grounders is flimsy, malleable, at any moment the grounders could declare war on us and kill us all." Jaha spoke.

"He's full of shit if he believes any of that. Arthur's given us peace, way more peace than that peace of shit ever did." Murphy snarled as he pointed at the voice recorder.

"Listen, Murphy."

"Not to mention the Vampires and the Werewolves. Two races of supernatural creatures that were said to terrorize humankind back during the Middle Ages! And because of our king one of those species is now only a few miles away! What if they decide to fight us instead. Mike, imagine your daughter, being eaten alive by a nine-foot-tall werewolf." Jaha said over the recorder.

"B-But sir. King Arthur said that the wolves had promised not to harm us! And if they did then he would punish them personally!" The man named Mike said with a shaky voice.

"Trust me everyone! These people are ruthless and will torture you and kill you and have no qualms about it. When I first touched down on the ground, I watched as a man was pinned up onto a cross and continuously whipped. Again, everyone imagine, you or members of your families being on that cross. No one wants that, so come with me. Fate has brought us all here together, do not let these grounders and this boy king lead you astray from it. This isn't where our stories end. All of us wind up in the same area inside the same Ark that kept us and our previous generation safe in space, and on the ground, just to die in it? We've still got work to do, all of us." Jaha spoke similar to that of a preacher.

"What should we do then, sir?" A female voice asked.

"While I was in the desert I heard of a place. It's called the City of Light and it is said that many a man have tried to reach it by crossing the dead zone. It is a place where everyone is accepted, there we would be safe and secure." Jaha explains.

"Sir. Not to sound rude, but doesn't this sound a little fake? It sounds like that one story about the city that was sunk under the ocean, um… what was it called?" A man's voice asked.

"Atlantis." Jaha answered.

Then just as the recording began, the recording clicked before falling silent. A few seconds later the recording began to replay but was stopped by Clarke who pressed down onto the red button on the side of the device. Clarke looked up and saw that Murphy's face was etched in a frown as he stared down at the voice recorder.

"So…I'm assuming you want me to infiltrate Jaha's little cult of followers?" Murphy asked, his eyes remaining locked onto the voice recorder.

"That'd be correct Murphy. You and a few other Eagle Watch operatives have been tasked with infiltrating this group and finding out where this City of Light is located."

"Why am I being given this assignment? I'm part of the Sentinel Guard and am a Chief Guard not a member of your secret spy group." Murphy said slightly agitated.

"Because you were one of the 100, Jaha should already know some information about you. He'll know enough about your background to know that you'd be good for recruitment. Jaha has been targeting the less than fortunate members of the Ark as well as people that were extremely loyal to him and unhappy about us becoming a kingdom." Clarke explained.

"So, because he floated my father, and because my mother drank herself to death you think that he'll be more likely to recruit me?!"

"Yes, Murphy we do." She said, causing Murphy to look confused for a second before the door behind him opened revealing Marcus Kane.

"We're sorry for this Mr. Murphy but this for the great or good of the kingdom. Thelonious may be my best friend and he was my chancellor; I am now the Defense Minister of the Arkadian Kingdom. Jaha and this City of Light cult need to be figured out and dealt with." Kane said, taking a seat at his spot on the round table.

"What's in it for me?" Murphy asked.

"I would think that a promotion is in order, wouldn't you?" Kane asked, looking toward Clarke.

"You'd have to ask Bellamy, but I'm certain something can be arranged." She said with a smirk.

"Huu…Alright then what do you need me to do?"

For the next hour, Kane and Clarke thoroughly explained a plan that left Murphy baffled at its simplicity but also its complexity. He didn't know how that was possible, all he knew was that it involved him cursing about his fellow guards. For the good of the kingdom, he supposed.

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- 3rd Person –

It was once again a bright and sunny day in the kingdom of Arkadia. Standing on top of one of the many walls was John Murphy overseeing the training of a new batch of recruits. Nine of them had rifles and were on the gun range, while the remaining eighteen were in single combat with a local group of grounders that had decided that living in Arkadia was better than living in their own clan's territory.

Suddenly, the earpiece in Murphy's ear sprung to life and a male voice was heard saying, "Murphy, Jaha is on his way, I say again Jaha is on his way."

The voice faded into the background and Murphy murmured to himself, "Time to play the part." He waited a few moments before speaking back up, this time louder and in a more normal tone of voice. "Tch, grounders. Instead of wasting those bullets on targets they should be getting used on the grounders."

"I take it you don't approve?" A voice was heard from behind Murphy, slightly startling him even if he knew who it was.

However, instead of responding to the previous chancellor of the Ark, he glanced at him and simply ignored him.

"I asked you a question." Jaha said firmly.

"Who cares what I think?" Murphy responded.

"I do. Or I wouldn't have asked." Jaha said as he began to take a few steps toward Murphy.

'This son of a bitch is already grating on my nerves! Acting as if he cares; I'll kill this bastard myself!' Murphy yelled mentally, contrary to his outwardly calm but vigilant appearance. "I think the grounders can go to hell." Murphy said.

"I got you off guard detail. "

"Why?"

"You knew my son. And I'd like you to take me to his grave." Jaha said, folding his arms behind his back.

'I guess he didn't seek me out for the reason Minister Kane and Clarke thought he would.' Murphy thought as he tilted his head from side to side.

"Since the frontline is far away and King Arthur's Rangers patrol the woods daily, it's safe for me to go and say goodbye one final time."

'Time to be an asshole.' Murphy thought before walking away from Jaha and saying, "well, you can get someone else to take you."

"I'm told the graves are unmarked. I've been asking for someone to be able to show me, which is his, but I haven't been able to find anyone until you. You're the first person I met who can show me which is his." Murphy knew that he had to show interest. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get another opportunity to infiltrate the group before they left. So, he turned his body and faced Jaha. "You can stand here and guard all day, or you can hold a gun." Jaha said pulling a standard-issue Sentinel Guard Beretta 87 out of his pant pocket.

Thankfully, Murphy had been told by Minister Kane that Jaha had only limited access to the things within Arkadia. The only reason Arthur allowed this was because both Minister Kane and the Director of Medicine Abigail Griffin asked for it. Not only that but because of Jaha's limited access he didn't know that Murphy was a part of and a Chief Guard in the Sentinel Guard. Because of this, he was recommended to wear the standard clothes that are given to every new recruit. A black polyester shirt and pants along with a black pair of knee-high compression socks and black combat boots.

Murphy grabbed the gun out of Jaha's hand and placed it in his pants. He walked toward the door that led back into Alpha station and glanced back. Upon seeing Jaha just standing there staring at him he said, "Well, are you coming or what?" Jaha snapped out of his stupor and quickly jogged after him.

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- 1 Mile Away from the Dropship -

"Every time I step outside, I'm struck by the extraordinary nature of it all." Jaha said, trying to make idle chatter as they walked toward the dropship.

"Trust me, after a while you get used to it."

"I may not know everything that happened before I got down here, but I do know something about what you're feeling, son." Jaha said.

Murphy stopped dead in his tracks. "Don't call me that. I'm nobody's son." Murphy turned away and started to walk off, but not without saying, "You made sure of that."

"I remember your father." Jaha spoke up after a few minutes of walking in silence.

"Yeah, right." Murphy scoffed.

"Alex Murphy. Convicted of theft of rationed medicine. He stole it to take care of you… I remember them all." He said with a deep sadness in his voice.

'Clarke and Minister Kane weren't wrong; it still doesn't excuse what he did up there. It doesn't excuse what he's trying to do right now.' Murphy thought.

Murphy and Jaha walked through the woods for a few more minutes, with Jaha admiring the birds in the trees, the squirrels scurrying across the forest floor, and the pair of rabbits hiding in the tall grass. They finally arrived after walking up a small hill and coming in view of the dropship.

"We're here. Home, sweet home." Murphy commented prompting him and Jaha to stand and stare at the busted-up dropship before Murphy motioned for Jaha to follow him to the graveyard. Murphy led Jaha to the graveyard and pointed out Well's grave, not expecting to be there for the next few hours.

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- A Couple of Hours Later -

Night had fallen over eastern America and Thelonious Jaha had been kneeling down at his son's grave for the past couple of hours. When Murphy had tried to tell him, it was time to go, he would respond 'not yet'. So, he waited, and he waited. But now it was time to go, curfew would be kicking in soon and Murphy didn't want to be caught outside of Arkadia past curfew. The Rangers tended to be rather ruthless to anyone they caught outside the protection of the kingdom, usually resulting in a week or even sometimes a two to three week pay cut.

"Are you about done? We gotta be heading back." Murphy said to him as he scratched his nose.

"How well did you know him?" Thelonious asked, looking up at Murphy from his kneeled position.

"Well enough to be almost tried for his murder." Murphy said honestly, prompting Jaha's eyes to widen in shock. "Clarke sugarcoated it for you, didn't she?" He asked as Jaha slowly rose to his feet.

"What happened to my son?"

"We never really figured it out, but most of the 100 believed that someone had a grudge against you and took that out on your son using a knife they stole from me."

"Why would they do that? I mean…"

"They couldn't kill you, so they went for the next best option. Yeah, you got a lot of blood on your hands, chancellor." When Murphy said chancellor, he used his hands to make air quotations. "And every single one of them, including your son would still be alive if you hadn't sent us down here." At this point Murphy was just letting out his emotions, no longer going off a designed script.

"If I didn't send you, they would've died on The Ark with the rest of us. And we would've never known that the Earth was survivable." Jaha took a step forward. "Their sacrifice is why we are here. Good can come out of even the darkest acts, John." Jaha dropped his stare down with Murphy and walked to the dropship.

"Hey, Arkadia is that way." Murphy pointed toward the woods, a barely seeable light in the distance.

"We'll rest at the dropship for a while."

Once Jaha was out of earshot inside the dropship Murphy mumbled, "Damnit Clarke. That promotion better be worth it!"

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- Trikru Territory | 65 Miles away from Polis -

- Octavia Blake -

"How are we not able to push these feeble humans back! So, what if they have guns, we are vampires!" Shouted an enraged vampire noble.

"These humans know our weaknesses. The humans we are helping are no better than savages from the Ice age even when we turn them into low-borns." A second vampire spoke.

Both vamps were wearing a white uniform that was traditional for vampire soldiers. Both have knee-high boots and wear a white cape with the hood down. Both have a dark band around either thigh. The vampire that spoke first has wavy blonde hair. And like all true vampires, has red eyes, fangs, and pointed ears. The second vampire who spoke had neck-length black hair pulled back with a weaved design. Long bangs that go around his face, with drooping eyes and bags under his eyes. Like all true vampires, he also has red eyes, fangs, and pointed ears.

"How does our lord think we will win this war when all of our soldiers keep on dying like pigs to the slaughter?" The vampire with blonde hair asked.

"Mikael, Count Crowley was able to easily overpower and overwhelm their mech. Us true vampires will be more than enough to deal with any forces these savages can bring to bear." The vampire with black hair said.

'Jeez, these guys sure do talk a lot, don't they? Can't they talk about anything important already? I wanna bring some useful information back to Arthur, but I just want to kill these guys already.' A perched Octavia thought with a bored sigh.

Currently, she was sitting up on one of the wooden beams in the vampire's rather large and luxurious tent. She had taken a small division of Sentinel Guards, Artillerymen, Finn, and two Royal Guards, per Arthur's instruction to the Trikru border to help reinforce the frontline. She had recognized and met with a few of the generals from Trikru and a few of the other clans as well, such as Indra, Tiga a spearman from Trikru, and Anan a shield and sword wielder from Yujleda, or the Broadleaf Clan.

"Yes, bur Rene the other baron vampire Nikolas has already been taken out by that Grey Wolf Queen, what should we do if the Black Wolf King comes to fight us as well?" Mikael asked.

"The Black Wolf King won't do anything if he values the lives of his children, which are being kept safe in vampire territory." Rene informed the blonde vampire as he took a swig out of a cup filled with what Octavia presumed to be blood. "Our main goal should be worrying about breaking through this army of coalition forces, not worrying about what might happen to you, Baron."

"You're right Viscount Rene, I apologize. How should we deal with them, I don't see an opportunity unless we are able to take out the Arkadian Artillery." Baron Mikael said with concern.

"We number almost 1,200 strong and if it we're not for that Arkadian King we'd have far more, but we have to deal with what we are given. Anyway, we have you and I, 300 transformed low-borns, and nearly 900 human soldiers. We send out the humans and transformed soldiers to attack their front, while we sneak around and take out their artillery from behind. Once that is done, we can attack the enemy from behind and ensnare them between us and our troops." Rene said moving different pieces on the map table in front of them both.

"A pincer movement. With the limited amount of troops they have, this will be easy." Mikael said with a vicious grin on his face.

'Looks like that's all for the information I'll be able to get out of these guys without torture.' Octavia thought to herself before tapping her radio thrice and dismissing her [Shadow Cloak] spell.

Octavia let go of the wooden beam and fell to the floor with the grace of an acrobat. It didn't matter as the vampire's superior sense of smell immediately picked her up as well as the silver blade she had sheathed at her side.

"Human!" Baron Mikael screamed at the top of his lungs. Two spears made of blood formed in the air behind him, and two daggers formed in his hands.

"So, you were here the entire time. Hmm... you must have heard us then, apologies but I cannot let you leave alive it seems." Viscount Rene said calmly as a bastard sword made up of blood formed in his right hand.

Two blood spears flew forward through the air and Octavia reacted. A purple and black smoke cloud shot up from around her surrounding her and blocking the vampires' view of her, even with their enhanced eyesight. Out of the darkness flew a Kunai made up of silver, piercing into the Baron vampire's shoulder.

"AHH! You elusive bitch!" Screamed the Baron leaping over the map table and into the smoke cloud.

"Mikael, wait!" Rene's words went unheard as a series of clashes and clangs erupted from out of the smoke.

Rene raised his hand and created a fan made out of blood and blew the smoke cloud away. When he did, he was met with the horrific sight of his fellow High-born vampire being stabbed through the chest by a pure silver Katana. He planted his foot and dashed forward, but it was already too late. Octavia had already pulled the Katana out of the heart of the Baron and with the finess of a trained warrior decapitated the vampire noble.

*CLANG!*

"YOU HUMAN SCUM!" Rene shouted at the top of his lungs as he swung his sword down on the Katana-wielding Octavia.

Octavia parried and performed a quick couple of slashes on the vampire's midsection, seemingly to no effect. When the vampire blocked her attack, he resumed his attack and pressed forward. If anyone were to walk in and look at what was happening all they would see was a series of sparks whenever their blades connected and the motion blur of their movements. All the while in the air behind Octavia, a series of different weapons made out of blood continued to form. Ranging from daggers, to swords, to spears, and even axes.

*CLANG!*

*CLANG!*

*CLANG!*

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, when it was really only 20 seconds, Octavia slipped up, allowing Rene to knock her to her knees. Rene's blood sword was swiftly brought down and clashed with Octavia's own. She was forced to hold her sword in an awkward position above her, and that's when she sensed all the weapons up in the air behind her being released. [Ghost Step]

Her form seemed to go translucent as she slipped out of the sword lock that Rene had her in, dashing to the right, to the left, and then backward with blazingly swift movements. Several of the blood weapons pierced Rene, but he simply brought the blood back under his control. Octavia reset herself and noticed that her silver Katana which she had a smith in Polis make for her was cracked. With a shift of her shoulders, she pulled her arm back and threw the sword at the vampire. The vampire, not expecting that, tried to make a shield of blood, but was too slow. The silver sword pierced through his heart, temporarily paralyzing the vampire and allowing her to unsheathe her Black Steel Katana that Arthur had forged personally for her and decapitate the vamp.

"My Lord! The humans are attacking! My Lor-…" Octavia looked to her right and at the tent's entrance stood a transformed human. His red eyes opened wide in shock and horror. Before he could turn around Octavia threw a trio of silver shuriken's that appeared magically out of her hand. All three pierced into the false human, killing it.

"Octavia are you there?!" She heard Finn yell from her radio.

She reached down and picked her radio up off her belt and responded back. "Yeah, I'm fine Finn. Two more Vampire generals dealt with. How many are left?"

"From the reports, four. One Count Crowley, a Marquiss Bultwald, a Viscount Welt, and Duke Bathory. Octavia, you need to get out of there, my artillery men just let loose a volley, that'll be coming down on you any minute." Finn warned her.

"I got it." She said before clipping her radio back on her belt, activating [Shadow Cloak] and leaving without being seen.

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{P.S: Yes, Clarke is preggers, yay! The war continues and the organization of the vampire army is slowly crumbling! See you next chapter!}