I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 56: Scars Won't Heal

Abby's POV-

Dear Clarke,

I hope this letter finds you well. As you know, tensions between Grounders and Arkadians have been escalating in recent weeks. We have been working tirelessly to maintain peace and to prevent any further conflict, but we need your help.

Bellamy Blake has been arrested for murder and awaits trial, so the sooner you arrive, the better. Your experience with the Grounders is valuable to us in this situation, and we believe your presence will make a lasting effect in our efforts to attain peace.

I know you have been through a lot in recent months, but we all miss you dearly. It's time you return home.

Please consider my request, Clarke. Your decision could mean the difference between peace and war.

All my love,

Your mother and Chancellor,

Abby

We seal the envelope, handing it off to a messenger just as I set the pen down again.

"She'll come, Abby." Kane assures.

"I hope so." I speak, giving him a half-hearted smile back.

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Raven's POV-

Knowing the council is sending a messenger to the Polis today, I rush to my desk and frantically pull-out paper and a pen.

Dear Anya,

It's been a long time since we last spoke, and I miss you. I miss your strength, courage, and commitment. And most of all I miss your body. ;)

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like under different circumstances. If we had been born on the same side of this wall, or if we had grown up together. I like to think we would have been friends, if not more.

I know we have both been through so much since last seeing each other but I still hope there's a place for me in your future.

I hope that you are happy and well, and that you've found some measure of peace lately. God knows you need it...

Your favorite and best mechanic,

Raven

I finish signing my name and doodling a quick raven down next to my signature before sealing the envelope and addressing it to Anya.

I take a deep breath before walking off to hand it to the messenger.

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Anya's POV-

I stride through the halls of Polis with anxiety forming in the pit of my stomach. Typically, I did not feel this way when going to speak with Lexa, but this was different.

This time, I had to deliver the news that Skaikru sent assassins to an innocent village, and that they were now dead.

I'd been down this road many times before and more often than not, it led to a war.

"Enter." Her chilling voice echoes.

The double doors of her throne room part and I'm left with a long carpet to stride down.

I get to the end of the room and bow down slowly at the foot of Lexa's throne.

"Anya." She addresses with a familiar node. Her voice is kinder than typical- she must be in a good mood.