Rook {B.B} (3)

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Thirteen (7,1)

At first, Tyra hadn't intended to follow the path of the village to Polis, she was actually planning on going out to beat yet another tree before chopping it down to continue fixing her house. But once she saw Octavia being dragged away along with the rest, Tyra felt an obligation to go help her. After all, she had successfully warned Semet and far more people would be dead if it weren't for her.

Instead, Tyra rushed back to her home, borrowing one of the horses left behind at the village to be able to ride to Polis, but not before warning Loukas of her whereabouts. Because if she knew anything about her older brother, it'd be that he'd harm his leg further to go and find her if he was worried about her.

But once he was informed to be left back in his pool of self-pity, Tyra immediately rode off toward Polis. Her mind drifting back to the last time she rode a horse, when her hopes and heart were crushed inside one man's fist.

To take Tyra down in a fight, it took at least one extremely skilled warrior or over five normally trained ones for her to even falter in her step. But to destroy her from the inside, it only took one Skaikru member with a starry night sky for a face, and smooth locks the same colour as her blood.

She found it ironic how it all worked against her, how the only other time she had longed for someone as much was the first months after her family died, or allegedly died in Loukas' case. Yet, Bellamy was still a tangible walking, living, being that Tyra couldn't stop craving even knowing all he had done. But she refused to give in to temptation.

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To avoid the crowd in the main square of Polis, Tyra approached Polis from the rear, which wasn't much of a difference from the front. Only to come inside from the back, you had to have at the very least respected warrior status, which Tyra had had for years now, so she didn't even stop to be questioned by the guard in turn, who most likely already knew her if they were working there.

Tyra's foot tapped impatiently against the elevator floor as it was raised toward the top, where Lexa resided. She hoped she could reach her before Octavia was condemned to some harsh punishment, after all, she had indeed warned the village as well as her people.

She gave both bands a fair chance, which some may view as not picking a proper side, but everything surrounding Skaikru loyalty was a complicated situation that couldn't exactly be treated with their previous methods.

Tyra burst through the doors into the room, coming face to face with a thoughtful Lexa, a fuming Titus which could only mean that Lexa had done something he hadn't agreed with, and Clarke standing to the side while spectating with widened eyes.

"What did I miss?" Lexa glared at Titus enough for him to back down from his previous stand-offish position, instead bowing back to Lexa's left-hand side where he always stood. Like the little annoying voice in your head that never shuts up but in a more human manifestation.

"Nothing. It's good to see you. Come, I was just about to let a verdict be known." Tyra nodded, sneaking to Lexa's right with steps that were practically muscle memory after every time she had done such an action.

Tyra supposed that by Clarke's panicked look as people began to file in while she stared up at Lexa meant that Octavia and the rest of the village had beat her to Polis. And whatever judgment Lexa was about to give, was in regard to one of the most promising Skaikru members Tyra had ever met.

Her suspicions were confirmed when the village filed in with Semet at the front, dragging Octavia until she kneeled under Lexa. His eyes drifted to Tyra by Lexa's side and immediately pointed at her with his free hand, which was supposedly holding on to his cane for support.