Clarke gently laid down Roma before she disappeared in a blur. There was perhaps only a few moments of silence before the largest explosion anyone had ever heard echoed out. The sound sent shockwaves through the ground to where they were and eventually they began to dial down before stopping completely.
Clarke appeared roughly a minute after the tremors had died down and she quickly picked up Roma's body. She focused on the items that she had been carrying using her psionic powers and began to walk back to camp in complete silence at the front of the group. The other three began to follow her after an uneasy exchange of looks.
If anyone had been staring at Clarke's face they would be able to see the tears trailing down her face.
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Clarke had just finished digging Roma's grave. She could have used her powers, but she felt that digging the hole without them would be better.
The work was hard and gruelling, but Roma deserved no less. It was Clarke's fault that she had died. If Clarke had been on guard or hadn't provoked Diana then none of this would have happened.
She finally finished and she was able to gently manoeuvre Roma into the grave before she slowly replaced the dirt back into the grave until she was done.
The other graves had a gleaming white headstone with a name carved into them. Clarke stepped on the ground and a perfect headstone made of earth formed at the head of Roma's grave and Clarke laid her hand atop it
Clarke's hand began to glow yellow and she focused on the rock beneath her palm and imagined the smooth and sleek look of marble before she forced that image onto the rock and the headstone was enveloped in the yellow light before the gleam died off and a marble headstone laid there with the words 'Roma Bragg' carved meticulously into it.
Clarke allowed tears to fall for some time before she heard footsteps behind her. She was surprised to see Lincoln, since her Instinct hadn't gone off she remained calm.
"I'm sorry for your loss,"said Lincoln in a genuine tone revealing just how long he had been there,"She must have been very important to you."
"She probably would have been,"said Clarke before she broached the topic that she suspected Lincoln was here for,"What did your leader say?"
"She agreed to meet at the bridge that crosses the river,"said Lincoln before adding,"I'll serve as your guide. No weapons allowed."
Clarke nodded and said,"Thank you. I'll tell the others."
Lincoln nodded and left into the darkness of the woods.
Clarke lingered for longer before she gathered some grains of dirt off of all the graves in front of her. Again, a yellow light covered the dirt in her hand and Clarke felt the dirt in her hand solidify into a small shape.
Clarke regarded the golden ring with a small blood red ruby sticking out the top. She held it between her thumb and index finger.
"I promise that I'll do better ,"said Clarke as she took in the sight of the tombstones bathed in moonlight, "I have failed each and everyone of you. Your blood is on my hands. I'll always have this on me to remind myself of how I've failed all of you. "
Clarke slipped the ring on and she left the clearing. The feelings of sadness were pushed deep into herself and she already began to mentally prepare herself for the meeting tomorrow.
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Diana was stumbling through the forests. She had barely been awake when Clarke had picked her up and ran with her to this thick forest. The sound of an explosion going off had woken her up.
It was after the explosion that she had been carried at speeds beyond her comprehension and afterwards she realised that Clarke had taken her someplace.
Diana hadn't been able to get a word in before Clarke had again knocked her out using electricity. Diana had been walking around for long now and she was trapped in the silent forest before she heard sounds of talking.
Diana had taken off after the sound and she heard the sound of people getting louder and louder. It was only once she was close that she realised that the people she had sought after were not speaking English.
There were large men in dilapidated clothing with red markings all over their face and to her horror the men were guiding a group of people whose arms were tied to a log that they were forced to carry.
Diana tried to retreat, but a twig below her foot snapped and the men all looked in her direction at first with anger and then with hunger. Diana felt her knees go weak as the men approached and who she assumed was the leader barked three, peculiar words in a guttural and vicious tone that deeply unsettled her.
"Sis em op."
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Author Notes:
Trigedasleng:
Sis em op - Take her