Life could be peaceful, Tyra had come to learn. Her brother was back in her presence, the man she loved still breathed, and peace could live even with clans who disliked each other.
All it took were;
The words of a man
The fall of a leader
The rise...
I'll be horribly honest here and say season 4 is one of my least favourite seasons... but there's two specific parts that I'm sure will blow your mind just like they did to mine!!
Anyway, in honour of me being incredibly queer for Lexa and Octavia (even if one of them is dead by now) and my favourite cover so far: enjoy the madness that's Bishop.
Enemies were once under layers of flesh and bone or cables and code. Yet Tyra would find that not every enemy was one you could unplug or stab.
The past would come to reap its future.
Earth would turn its back on its children.
Consequences would find regrets.
Natures of the clans would be exposed.
And all she had once avoided would find itself at her feet.
What happened when nature itself attacks? Would she find peace within the storm? Or brave the pain of its cuts to help the ones she loved survive?
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