Chapter 131 - The prince and the fool

"I hate Abby's plan."

"C'mon Leon, don't be a child, besides Clarke, Kane and Bellamy are being held hostages, of course, she would forbid us from using extensive force to get them out of there."

"Still, that doesn't mean we can't fire at the Azgeda if that means saving our friends. After all, this is a rescue operation, not an assault, Monroe, so Leon does have a point, Abby's wrong. If we are to simply charge inside the building without shooting to kill, we will have losses."

"As long as we can save them, Abby's willing to risk all of our lives, which to be honest isn't exactly beneficial for us. Then again, I for one would not abandon my friends."

Byrne and Zoe rolled their eyes at me, while the other seven guards got ready to storm the building. Two days after we returned to Arkadia and gave Clarke the bad news regarding the second dawn, we found something that might save the grounders. A "cure", well not exactly a cure, but a way of resisting the radiation and not dying because of them. Luna, the Nightblood leader of her clan, recovered back to health in just a few days while, sadly, her people all died of radiation poisoning. Even though that was a good thing, Clarke and Kane in all of their genius decided that it would a good thing to inform Roan about it right when his second-in-command found out what we were doing with Arkadia.

At the same time, Roan looked between the three prisoners his men had taken, glaring at Clarke as if she was a traitor.

"You told me that there would not be a war between us and that we can save all of our people."

"And I still work on that! We found…"

"However the truth is that the war had already started and my people are the first casualty of this war. If your motives were pure, you would've shared your plan with me, Clarke. Our alliance is broken."

"Roan, please under…"

"Skaikru and Trikru are the enemies! None shall leave the city alive!"

Clarke, Kane, and Bellamy all exchanged worried looks when three guards stopped behind each one of them, swords were already drawn and ready to be used.

"What about them, my king?"

Roan looked at Clarke for a few seconds before he turned and looked at the warriors, ignoring Clarke's pleas.

"They would be our hostages. Find Indra and Octavia. Kill everyone else. We have no use for their warriors or soldiers."

"No! Please, listen to me, Roan. No!"

Sadly for them, Clarke's pleas didn't even reach Roan's ears as the three of them were dragged away by the warriors, leaving Roan and Echo alone in the room. Despite Clarke and Bellamy's attempt of fighting against these people restraining them, their attempt was futile, especially when they were both outnumbered and overpowered, more so ever when another group of warriors joined the first one as they were dragged towards the holding cells. It didn't take them long before all three of them were thrown inside a cell, a rather familiar one to Bellamy. Rather than letting them in peace, the warriors grabbed both guys and chained them to the wall, leaving Clarke in the middle of the room. Clarke was about to attack the nearest warriors, when she saw Bellamy shaking his head, almost begging her not to do something stupid.

She reluctantly waited for her gag to be removed as she watched her handler chaining her up, when another warrior came into the cell leaving a bucket and a rag on the floor before all of them left, but not before ordering Clarke. "Clean yourself up, Wanheda. Them too if you so desire."

The three of them were locked up for hours, and as they watch the sunlight from the small window turning to moonlight, barely illuminating the cell, the footsteps of someone brought them back to reality. As soon as all three of them glanced at the hallway, they saw one of the guards checking up on them, before leaving them alone once he saw that all three of them were still there.

"Doesn't matter what we do. We always end up here, on the brink of war. Last time thought, Leon, was here to sleep our way out."

"Have some faith, Bellamy. Abby's on the island. She'll find a cure, I know she will. We will get through this, together."

Clarke was about to respond when the door to the cell opened, and Roan stepped inside, followed closely by Echo and a dozen of warriors.

"On your feet."

"What are you doing?"

"We're bringing you home. Your ship as well as the mountain are shelters from Praimfaya, so I intend to take them. Get these three ready to march."

Moreover, as the prince starts to turn away, Echo still at his side, Bellamy yells at them forcing the duo to stop briefly. "Octavia will get there first. She'll warn them you're coming, and you'll lose. Once Leon finds out about your army, he will decimate you."

Roan and Echo exchange a look, and dread washes over the older Blake, not liking the expression that the duo share. Roan nod to Echo, who turns to face Bellamy again, and reaches into her jacket pulling something out before throwing it at Bellamy's feet. As the metal clangs against the stone floor, both Clarke and Bellamy realize that it is Octavia's sword, the one that Lincoln gave to her, the one that she had never let out of her sight, that was now broken, lying at Bellamy's feet.

"She wouldn't be taken alive."

Bellamy's expression falls, morphing into one of pure anguish, and he shakes his head, not wanting to accept the words he just heard. "No! No! No! Lies! You are lying!"

"I am sorry for your loss, but war means deaths would be unavoidable."

"It was a good death. She died fighting for her people, a warrior's death."

Bellamy drops to his knees, letting out the most gut-wrenching, and heartbreaking cry of pain any of them had ever heard. Watching him fall apart is worse than watching Leon's slaughtering the grounders over Finn and Anya's deaths or Octavia crying over Lincoln because they were watching Bellamy react to losing the last member of his family he had left in this horrible world. His anguished cries tear through Clarke's heart, almost bringing her to tears too, and when she glanced at Kane, the ex-chancellor was crying too. Steeling herself, Clarke glanced at Echo, who was watching the scene in front of her, and though she does seem to have some remorse, at that moment, even a blind person would have seen that she was the one responsible for the death of her friend.

"You'll die for this, Echo. You have no honor! You followed a Queen that asked you to betray the very people that saved your life and you didn't hesitate! Now you follow a King that struggles to keep power because everyone can see that he's not meant to lead! If what Leon did to you was horrible, wait for what I will do to you! You will beg me to kill you!"

Instead of answering, Echo simply followed Roan out of the cell, as the three prisoners were dragged away by the warriors.

"Tomorrow Skykru would die!"

However, no one noticed a shadow hiding on the other side of the hallway, right next to the other pair of stairs. The shadow took one last look at the prisoners before leaving, not before wiping a knife off the cloth of the warrior that was now left dead in the dark.

"No, Roan, tomorrow, Azgeda and all of the warriors would see what hell looks like."