From the Ashes

10

"'A true friends
Silence
Hurts more than an
Enemy's
Rough words'"

- Unknown

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Bear sat outside the borders of the camp, in the field where she had laid days ago beside Bellamy. Softly reaching across, she snapped a beautiful flower from the ocean of green that itched at her bare legs. Beside her lay a wooden bear doll that she's been working on since the moment the rain stopped. So far, all she could get down was the face. She was carving it for her sisters child.

She may have been in isolation for years, but some guards were kind enough to inform her of the outside world, such as the birth of her niece. Bear didn't know her name, but she knew she'd be more beautiful than the ever growing forest around her.

Back at camp, she knew kids were scheduling times with Clarke to talk to their parents. She was going to wait it out till the line finished because her emotions were still brewing from the other day, and she didn't want to accidentally snap at her beloved sister, Ember.

Besides, she had a bear carving to finish to show them.

The little plot of land that Bear had made her own was a small, shallow hole surrounded by trees with dark bark that spurred upwards as if it were trying to catch a falling star. Flourishing with flowers that bled through the grass atop their petite, delicate stems. Bear liked it here better than she liked it at camp, because of the people it reminded her of, and the person who had laid beside her.

Bellamy Blake. Her Bellamy Blake.

The Bellamy Blake she grew up beside before the whole riot of her parents murder, the whole riot before she was sent to the flying skybox of death for being a DNA related second sibling.

Taking a deep breathe in, her body suddenly grew rigid as she heard two pairs of feet making their way from behind her. Slinging forward, she grabbed her metal baton and stood up as she swiped the spiked part forward.

Who stood before her was a stunned Clarke, and an almost saddened Bellamy.

Calming her stance, the baton made its way to her side, as she stared at the two leaders infront of her with a raging mind. Bear loved, and hated them both. She loved the old Bellamy, hated the new. Thinks she loves Clarke, but now she's questioning her feelings, as a hatred started to spiral in her quest stomach from what they had done.

"What are you doing out here, Harvey, there's chores at camp to be done," Bellamy said, slicing through the silence, his voice a mace.

"I don't bloody care," Bear growled, the grip on the wooden bear was almost threatening to break it.

"Octavias looking for you," Clarke said,"Harvey, we didn't-" her hand reaching to touch Bears shoulder, which coiled back as if it was a jaguars paw.

"Where ever you two are going, I hope you get lost," Bear hissed.

"You don't mean that, Harvey," Bellamy whispered, sounding hurt, to which surprised Clarke.

Walking around the two people she wished she could love wholeheartedly, without any pain. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to have laid eggs, as the feeling increased tenfold. Especially when Bellamy's eyes watched the girl walk through the forest. In his hand, he fiddled with the bracelet he had given little Bear, not knowing she was his dead best friend. His angel.