ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ 𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁 ↠ ᴏʀʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ [1]

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Two - Going to Get Yourselves Killed

I hop off of Tris, leaving her a few hundred yards from their 'camp', concealed by the trees and bushes. I hurry and discard my grey coat, seeing as now we are in the lush green forests and that coat won't do me very well as I try and blend into my surroundings. Looking around, I finally see a branch, high in the trees, that will allow me to see their camp, and be concealed.

As I make my way up the tree silently, I notice that there is no one about. The only thing is a large object that seems to have caused flames to erupt around it. It is strange. I have never seen anything like it. Maybe the gossip was true. Maybe it really did fall from the heavens. Lexa had told me about invaders, but as of yet, I see no one.

I pull my notebook from my pack, as well as a piece of charcoal, and begin to draw the piece of technology that has been dropped from the sky. My people would be both disappointed and glad if no one showed up. If there was one thing the clans knew, it was war. And without it, the only battle we got was the occasional uprising from one of the clans.

I look back at the tech and now see that there is a young girl standing outside the now open hatch. I inch forward, eager to sneak a peak. Straight brown hair, bright green eyes, very unique in comparison to the people I knew. Everyone was very similar in Polis. Brown hair, brown eyes, with the occasional difference. She breathes in a long breath as if it the first she has ever taken. And then she opens her mouth, yelling in the language that I know quite well, "We're back, bitches!"

I watch as chaos unfolds. Young men and women rush out of the technology in the tens, yelling and screaming. But not in anger, but that of excitement. It is amazing that many people fit inside that object. What is even more amazing is how different they all are from each other. There is quite a lot of them. At that thought, I snap back into reality. I quickly tally all the number of invaders there are. Counting how many I have tallied, I find there are ninety-nine. Nothing in comparison to our armies. Heda will be pleased.

I continue to watch the young Sky people run around until I see that two of them make their way away from the rest. One is a young woman with sandy blonde hair, green eyes, and a stern face. She carries a map. The other is a boy with long, shaggy, brown hair. However, this one seems happier than the other.

I quickly jump from my branch to another nearby tree, quietly, tracking them with my eyes and my body, until they stop at a small hill that looks over a peak. A peak I know very well. The Mountain of Death we call it. Every one of my people that have gone in there, leave as monsters. As if they die and come back as a creature, serving only death.

"Why so serious, Princess? It's not like we died in a fiery explosion" The shaggy boy says to the girl. She is a Princess too? Of what clan? Maybe she is a commander such as Heda when she was in the sky. I quickly jot that down as a note to inform Lexa.