Blood Must Have Blood

[Madi]

Clarke was dead. That moment, those words,repeated in her brain like a horrible nightmare and she could not wake. Clarke was dead. The woman that had saved her was gone; the woman who had become her mother was dead, and no miracle, no divine intervention would bring her back. Madi wanted to break down and cry but Sheidheda scolded her for even considering it.

He told her to stop being a child, to be the commander she was, to focus on the task at hand. The people responsible, the Primes, would pay dearly for taking Clarke from her. Sheidheda had agreed to help her, would ensure she got revenge for Clarke. And so every single Prime would pay. She would kill them all. Every last one of them.

Her vengeance began with Gaia's banishment. And when the others, Bellamy, and Jordan, Miller, had tried to reason with her, to influence her to change her mind, as though that was possible, she had shoved her way out of the bar and ran. She ran until her lungs were burning, until she'd passed the barrier and was deep in the forest.

And when her running slowed into a stroll, the tears still drying on her cheeks, a decision was made. These people knew nothing of fear; they were scared of the Children of Gabriel, scared of the eclipse, scared of death. But she was Heda of the thirteen clans and there was worse things then death. Hearing the rustling of leaves behind her, Madi turn abruptly, not caring who or what it was that stalked her, ready to charge, ready to fight to the end.

Tag: Paxton McCreary

I'M WAKING UP
TO ASH AND DUST

THIS IS IT, THE APOCALYPSE

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