Grounded In Peace

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @nate

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It was over. They had won. The mountain men that were a threat, were killed. The civilians, alive. Which, was a massive relief for Bellamy. After discovering who lived in here, children, innocent people . . . Bellamy had asked Clarke for another plan. And they were successful in it. The grounders, as promised, fought with their army from the inside and the people they had on the outside. The greatest threat, was over. And hell, this could even be peace between the Arkers and Grounders. They had united under a common enemy . . . and Bellamy wondered if it was too much to hope that this peace, could truly last.

Things seemed to be going well though, so that hope was starting to become more and more of a reality. He was currently patrolling the surroundings, checking around, making sure everything was handled. The grounders had already started taking out the bodies of the fallen warriors, and Bellamy felt fortunate that their numbers in terms of death count weren't high. They had already lost so many. But the defeat was very clear.

The mountain men had stood no chance without the defenses of their weapons. They were outnumbered, outskilled, outmatched. Bellamy made his way to where most other of the formerly captured Arkers were, his eyes immediately falling onto Miller who seemed to be getting things in order. Bellamy approached him, his hand going to his friend's shoulder, utter relief washing over him as he saw that he was alright. Yet, he felt the need to ask. "You ok?" He inquired, his eyes looking intently at his friend's face, to see if there was any doubt, or any sign of injury.

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one day it'll be me and you against the world

Bellamy Blake

Miller hadn't been on the outside with the army but inside the mountain with the rest of the delinquents, handcuffed to the wall and waited for his bone marrow to be harvested. That had been the original plan of the mountain in regards to him and the rest of his friends except for the untimely arrival of a certain Blake that, without his help the army would never have gotten close and he would never have been freed. The most shocking part of the mountain was not the blood or bone marrow harvesting but his own father. Alive and coming for him.

Okay, so that tied with the blood and marrow harvesting, sorta. Once he was freed, they were able to help the rest of the army take care of any stragglers, in which Miller had stopped one of the mountain men from stabbing his father though in turn, he was cut in the upper arm. "I'm fine, we need to get everyone out." Miller had urged at the time.

He was told of the plan, only those involved were fought against. Those that allied with the arkers, those that had nothing to do with it all, were spared including the children. When the battle ended, Miller helped herd a few of the children out to find their parents. Someone rushed over to him to check on his wounds in which he waved them away, telling them to tend to the more wounded before him. He was covered in blood, both his own, arker, grounder and mountain men blood.

He helped his allies as much as he was able to and with their forces, they had won. It was a bittersweet win but a win all the same.

He was getting things in order, making sure the arkers were okay and making sure those that were not wounded could keep an eye out while some of the others began cleaning up. He moved, gritted his teeth only to reach over for some left over cloth to wrap around his arm with great difficulty. Still, the pain was nothing compared to the relief of the win, and knowing they were alive. He heard footsteps approach and then a hand on his shoulder. Miller turned to look at Bellamy, relief also on his face. "As much as I can be. You?"

He went to hug him in the way that men hugged. Miller liked to call it the bro hug. "Good to see you're alive my brother."