"blood must have blood."
Eclipsa Kom Trikru. Yongon. The younger sister of Lexa Kom Trikru. She is a trained warrior of Trikru. Trusted by all 12 clans, even Azgeda.
Eclipsa is beyond loyal to her people and would die for them. When the skaikru co...
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I stood beside Indra in the room from before with Octavia, Clarke, Kane, Jaha, Abby and Bellamy. The entire time we were inside of the room, I kept my eyes down, listening to everyone exchanging words. I could feel their wondering eyes, their sympathetic gazes. It didn't help. I felt so foolish for being emotional in front of all these people only moments ago.
"How many of us have to die?" Jaha continues to speak. Everyone inside remained serious, thinking over he entire situation we were in right now. Raven radioed not long ago in need of rescuing, which I would be apart of.
I clench my fists, staring daggers into the table. "You're lucky it's not all of you." I seethed, begging to kill someone. The anger I held from earlier still burned within my heart.
"Lucky?" He cranes his neck to the side, only making me want to stick my dagger into his throat. Indra was the one to retrieve my weapons and give them back to me.
I raise my head to show my bloodshot eyes and deadly expression. "Yes, lucky. Because if I had a choice, you and your people would die. After I murder all Of them in front of you, it would be your turn, I'd cut you for all the people I've lost and all the innocent lives you've taken. Then I'd watch your life drain from your eyes." I threatened, sending a chill through everyone inside. Jaha looks to me, as if I'm the devil himself.
Out of anger, I storm out of the room and out to Qetsiyah's room. I'd tell her my goodbyes now and then I'd wait for be others at the bunker door.
As soon as I reached her room, I entered quietly. Qetsiyah stirred in her sleep, turning her head towards me. "Hello, my little natblida." I smile, going to sit at her bedside.
"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸?" Qetsiyah asks, tiredly rubbing at her eyes.
I nod my head, smiling slightly. "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦." I respond, holding her hand in mine. With a sigh, I break the news of my departure to her. Finding it harder then I thought t would be. "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯."
Qetsiyah's brows furrow, her gave scrunches up in distaste. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?" She pouts, wanting to come along.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘢. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶." I order, pointing towards her wound that would need to heal. Qetsiyah nods her head obediently, taking my words seriously. "𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥." I remind her, tearing up. It hurt to leave her like this, without a explanation. But it seemed easier.
