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★ ₊˚. ❪ safe and sound, right? ❫
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"EVERLEE..."

Stands beside her boyfriend, whom she tightens her hand around his. She tries to push past who he was only a week ago, when he had stood on a battle field and murdered three hundred warriors that had been there to protect them.

"Baby?" Oslo looks towards Everlee, a small smile resting on his face as he pulls her closer and observes those who stand around them — Clarke, Bellamy, Jasper, Foxx, Luna and Laion. "You okay?"

"It's so peaceful here," Everlee starts as she watches Jasper laugh with Laion, Lunas brother, and Bellamy. "They knew what they had been trained to do, but chose to leave everything behind for such a lovely life."

"Do you wanna stay?" Oslo asked; he would up and leave everything so Everlee could know only peace and happiness. "Because we could."

Everlee looked upwards slightly and slowly. "Huh?"

Oslo turned Everlee towards him and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, to which she wrapped her arms around his neck. "We could stay, baby. We could have a life here, children, happiness and know no fight."

"Children?!" Everlee shrieked slightly, a now giddy smile on her lips, cheeks tinted red. "You wanna have children with me? Little Sinclair — because I will be keeping my last name, it's better — children?"

"As many as you wanna give me."

"Ah!" Everlee jumped and placed her lips against his in a kiss. "Oh, my!"

Luna stepped towards the couple, her eyes shining as she shares the energy the two have. She holds her hand out, a little trinket resting in her palm for Oslo and Everlee. "Congratulations."

"Thank yo— is that a ring?" Everlee goes to pick it up but brings her hand back to her chest. "It's so pretty, Luna."

"It's for you." She spoke, her voice soft, kind. "It was found in the sea. Welcome, Oslo and Everlee."

"Thank you," Oslo spoke sincerely as Clarke stepped towards the three. "Clarke, hi."

"Luna, can I talk to you?" Clarke asked  as she stoped near Luna, her eyes on hers. "Please."

"No." Luna told Clarke, no room for discussion. Why would Luna talk with Clarke, who wanted to put the flame in her head and make her a commander — and if she wouldn't; she'd put it in her hidden brothers head and make him the commander instead. "We aren't talking about the flame anymore."

"Please, Luna." Clarke pleaded weakly. "The fate of humanity is in your hands."

"No."

"DIASY..."

Moved through the streets of Polis quickly, her feet fast as she stepped in puddles of blood that collected on the ground. The blood of those who were tortured in order to take the key — on the order of Anakin, who didn't even bash an eye at what was happening.

Would the people hate him? Did they know now that he wasn't a true commander, yes, and they also knew that Daisy and Marie were a pawn in the game. Their lives became everything, especially when Alie wanted nothing more than to make them her own pawn in her wicked game.

"Ah!" Daisy yelped as someone grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her to the side of the pathway, their hand covering her mouth so any chance at yelling would be muffled, not that she would yell, then they'd know where she was. When she swung her leg back just like Anakin had taught her, she felt the hands of whoever had grabbed her release and she pushed her body forward so she could see who it was. "Octavia? What are you doing here?"

"I was trying to find Indra." Octavia speaks softly as she looks Daisy over for any cuts or marks that would indicate she had recently harm done to her. "Daisy, where's Anakin and Marie?"

"Anakin took the chip." Daisy doesn't make eye contact with Octavia as she speaks, her face cast downwards as she focuses on the stone beneath her. "And Marie is on the cross beside Indra."

"No." Octavia lets out a small gasp. "We have to help them."

Them. Marie and Indra, or everyone.

Daisy shook her head. "We need to leave, please."

For a moment, Octavia remembered that Daisy was seven. When she was seven, she cried herself to sleep thinking about what would happen to her and her family if they found out she was alive. Daisy was fighting for life, she was a child, who was forced to watch lives be taken.

Octavia nodded and grabbed ahold of Daisy's hand. "Let's go."