They defeated Mount Weather, but what's going to happen next?
For three months, Aaliyah had peace. No fighting, no hunting, no fearing death. She tries to accept Kane and give it a place. Lucas and her have become closer than ever and she swore to...
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It had been three months since Mount Weather, and the quiet was starting to drive me crazy.
Everyone in Arkadia was so focused, so structured. Patrol rotations, farming shifts, training drills. I tried to keep up, but sometimes I just needed air. Real air. The woods.
So that morning, before the sun even cleared the treetops, I slipped out. Lucas was still asleep, curled up in a blanket too big for him. Bellamy? Hopefully snoring like an old man. I crept down the hallway, ducked past the guards, and crawled through the loose spot in the fence I found two months ago.
I didn't bring a weapon. Stupid. But I didn't plan to go far.
I climbed a tree not too far from camp and just sat there, breathing in the quiet. I liked it out here. The trees didn't ask questions. The wind didn't look at me like I was just a kid pretending to be a warrior.
About 30 minutes later, I saw someone walking outside of camp.
Bellamy.
He was screaming something. When he got closer, I heard he was screaming my name. I was screwed.
I sighed and started climbing down, ready to get yelled at again, but before my feet even hit the ground, a rough hand clamped over my mouth.
And everything went black.
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I woke up groggy, wrists bound, the ground cold under my legs. My vision cleared slowly. I was in the woods, deeper than I'd ever been. And in front of me: a tall man, scarred, armoured, brooding. His back was turned, packing supplies.
I looked down, seeing my hands were tied with a rope.
"You're awake," he said without looking.
I tried to sit up straighter. "Who the hell are you?"
"Get up. We've got a long walk ahead of us." He packed his things and there was a longer rope tied around the rope on my hands. He expected me to walk with him like I was a dog on a leash?
I didn't move. "You gonna tell me where we're going first?"
He turned, looked me over like I was something stuck to his boot. "You're mouthy for someone who got caught in a tree."
"I'm not walking until you tell me who you are."
He gave a long, dramatic sigh. "Fine. You walk, I talk. That's the deal."
I raised an eyebrow, then nodded. Whatever got me answers.
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We started walking. I watched him carefully, cataloguing every detail; weapons, gait, armour. His face was unreadable, except for the deep scars that looked more like trophies than wounds.
"So?" I asked after a while. "You gonna keep your end of the deal?"
He looked behind him, at me, and then turned around again. "I'm Roan, nice to meet you."
