Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

Thirteen

At night, the only thing that covers my mind is the Bellamy's defeated face as he walked through those gates, the blood that covered his clothes, and the dead he had left behind. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to get a full nights rest without waking up, chills wracking my body... Tonight was no exception.

I look out my window to the outside, and seeing as it's still dark outside, I still have hours until the ascension ceremony. I groan as I get off my bed, quickly slipping on a pair of dark tight jeans and a matching jacket before exiting the room, needing a walk to clear my head.

The halls are empty and quiet besides the few guards who are stationed on the outside of people's rooms, few of them avert there eyes as I pass them, their forms stiffening slightly.

I make my way to the empty training room, the weapons on the walls glistening as I walk by them. I run through exercise after exercise until my skin is slick with sweat, and my arms feel like lead.

I heave myself off the ground one last time in a pathetic push up before climbing to my feet, my eyes moving to the small window in the corner, revealing the hint of sunlight that means the ascension ceremony will be starting soon. I sigh loudly as I make my way to the throne room, the way there as familiar now as Arcadia once was.

I pass the small crowd of boys and girls, as well as the ambassadors as I make my way to the top of the stairs, taking my place on the dais.

Lexa strides in a few moments later, her long cloak flowing behind her as she walks through the crowd and to her place at her throne. I keep my face void of any expression, my eyes darting around the room as I wait for the ceremony to begin,

"We gather here on this ascension day to honor the commanders that came before me, those who live on within me. As I will live on within one of you." Lexa announces, a slight smile on her face as she looks at the nightblood initiates in front of her.

She explained the whole ordeal to me a few nights ago, and also added that if she were to ever die, my new job-should I want it-would be to protect the new Commander, to help them rule.

Lexa opens her mouth to say more, but her speech is interrupted by the doors to the room being flung open. I instantly move in front of her, my hand poised over my sword as shouting echoes around the room, guards dragging in a man covered in furs,

"The Flamekeeper promised we would be heard!" the man shouts, his old face littered with scars, and a cane in his hand as he limps across the floor,

"Titus, what is this?" Lexa demands, and the man only purses his lips as he nods towards the men in front of us,

"Something you need to hear Heda," Titus murmurs, and I can smell the man's scheming from a mile away.

The hobbling man in front of us bows onto his knees, as a familiar girl is brought in front of us, her fury filled eyes darting around the room until they land on me,

"Octavia," I hear Clarke whisper, and the girl only continues to thrash around in the guards arms, her mouth gagged so she cannot speak a word,

"Forgive me Commander for intruding on this holy day, I am Semet Kom Trikru. And I come seeking justice," Semet bows his head further as he speaks the words, his eyes flitting to the tied and gagged girl beside him,

"Explain yourself. Why do you hold Octavia Kom Skaikru prisoner?"

"She is a prisoner of war commander, brought here to bear witness to the crimes of her people!" Semet proclaims, his voice harsh as he sends hateful glares towards the girl,

"What crimes? What happened?" Clarke demands, her face turning to face Titus, the man who obviously planned all this,

"Skaikru attacked their village. Because their warriors were lost when your people massacred the army we sent to protect you, their village was defenseless," Titus explains, his face hard. The words leave my stomach in a knot, and any hope of Bellamy changing from his ways leaves as a burning hatred for my own people fills my stomach,