Title: Intertwined is you're fate and mine.

Summary: what if Bellamy had not been the only one to stow away on the the drop ship that sent the 100 to earth? What if he had a partner in crime who went with him? What if she was the key to truly uniting the 100 and the grounders. And melting a certian Commander's icy heart.

Warning: This is not going to be one of happy fluffy RomCom story's, or at least not in the beginning. Beware of angst, mentions of abuse and death.

Disclaimer: If I owned it…..well let's just say that there would be no words to describe what I would do with it. But, here is a glimpse, for all of you who decide to read.

Previously.

Clarke steps back and Finn's head falls, achingly slow, lifelessly of her shoulder, but the wait of it remains. Heavy and crippling and Clark wants to fall to her knees.

She was frozen on the outside, but inside she was screaming, wailing in denial, clawing at her own mind, screaming for a salvation that would never come, for how could she ever be absolved for this, for this huge, dspipicable act?

How could she ever justify to herself murdering her first love.

She has just killed Finn. She feels like she's drowning, drowning in a see of blood. Finn's blood, as it pools around their feet.

In reality the bloody knife that drooped from Clark's hand barley made a sound as it sunk into the ground. But in her mind the clanking sound vibrated through the open air like a scream. Like Raven's screams from inside the camp.

Clarke freezes only a single tear falls from one of her glassed over unseeing eyes. To Clarke, the world has completely obliterated. She can't think, she can't see, and she can't believe what she has just done.

There is roar as several grounders begin to move forward to attack her with their drawn swords, spears and bows.

Clarke still can't find it in her to move as she watches them with dull lifeless blue eyes, which are the haunted echo of the dead boy behind her.

"N00!"

Something inside Clarke broke.

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" I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."

Chapter 1: Once Upon A Dream.

Far away from Camp Jaha and the tragedy that had befallen one of there own, in the midst of an unknown forest.

A girl with flaming golden red hair and green eyes gazed at the stars, and the stars gazed back down at her troubled face.

Unknown to all, but one, she like Bellamy Blake had been an additional member of 100 juvenile prisoners sent down to the ground from a gigantic orbital space station known only as 'The Ark'.

She was Aedan Cale, the orphaned daughter of the famed Captain of the Guard Jonathan Cale and council woman Bianca Cale of the Ark.

Aedan is laying on the tree trunk of the highest tree looking up at night sky, the stars above her doing their best to outshine the grounder fires of the makeshift camp they set up for rest tonight. She knows she'll have to head back there soon, or Berdine will wake up and worry that the Mountain Men have abducted their new leader.

But, Aedan had a lot on her mind. In just a few days she would be meeting the grounders legendary Commander, their Heda.

And while that might have been reason enough to have kept her awake, in worry that this mysterious commander might not only kill her, but also the people she had come call her own. Because they had not only allowed her, an outsider, one of the sky people to become a part of their clan, but also chosen her as their leader. Yet, this was not the reason she had woken up from a dream that had her gasping for air.

No, it had been the voice. The voice, that once upon a time, had been a constant companion in her dreams of earth, for as long as she could remember. But for the last two years on the Ark had fallen silent. Aedan had thought forever.

On the Ark when these dreams happened Aedan would hack the security of the highest most secluded part of the ship and She'd lay back and watch the stars surrounding earth, feeling a twinge in her heart that tells her that down there is where she really belongs, not up here, in the stupid tin can of a ship that has held her prisoner her whole life when all she wants to do is float away. And maybe a secret hopeful, naive part of her had dreamed that somewhere down there, somehow, her father had survived his death by earth and could be found, if only she just could make it there to. It had been the wishful thinking of child; she had know the truth of it all. Her supposed guardian never let her forget that she was alone. Beat it into her actually.

Aedan sighs and rolls her head over onto her side away from the stars as tears slip from her eyes, as painful memory, after painful memory slams into her mind. The wind picks up a little and plays with the long waves of her amber red hair, sometimes pushing it over her wet cheeks and towards the corner of her eyes like a golden curtain.

Aedan had been no more than four years old when her world went to hell and life became so much more for her than it ever should have been for a child her age.

She can recall with crystal clarity the moment when her once happy life took a turn for the worse.

Her mother had walked in on her dad reading to her from one of the books that held their favourite bedtime stories and she had smiled, but it was not the same smile she always had when she saw them, the one that was so beautiful, so bright, so full of love. The one she had on her face that day, was one Aedan would later imitate after she learned just how wrong and fake it was. Her voice sounded strangled and her face pale as she whispered her fathers name.

Flash

"John"

Hearing terrified tone on his wife voice John head snapped up from the book he had been reading to their daughter and frowned as he really looked at her. Her gaze was weary, tired and very, very afraid. "Bianca?.. Bianca? What is it? What's wrong" His eyes scanning her from head to toe, as he searched for any sign of the source of his wife's fear.

Her mouth shrugged and moved with the struggle to speak. She had something important to say, John could tell. His worry grew with the continuing silence. What could have happened to cause his impossibly brave smart mouthed wife to loose her voice.

For as long as he had known her, she never had any trouble with words, would say what she wanted to when she wanted too and no force in this world could stop her.

He reached out and took her hands in his, to assure her that whatever seemed to be bothering her would be something that they both handled equally.

The tension between his shoulders thickens however when she buries her head in his chest and burst into tears, refusing to look him in the eyes. "I'm so sorry John, so sorry, I don't know ... how this happened, I... There's something that I have to tell you. But…" she hesitates once more.

"Bianca what has happen? You know can tell me anything," John says softly.

Bianca exhales tearfully "Please don't be angry with me,John, I honestly don't know how this happened, the contraceptive given to me after Aedan's birth should have made this impossible " she whispers.

John frowns, heavily confused. Before everything suddenly clicks into place. He pales. An unpleasant sensation churns in his gut, and he fights instinct. "Are you…are you pregnant -Is that what you are trying to tell me ?" John asks as he tries to swallows the lump that starts to form in his throat.

Bianca blinks up at him shakily, and then nods. She takes a deep breath and says, "I just found out …John I don't know what to do."

John sighs and runs a shake hand through his amber red hair. "God Bianca..." he says ."This isn't good, you, more then anyone, know it's against the law ...,and the fact that were both figures who are supposed to enforce and uphold the laws, not break them, will only make our punishment harsher, will both be sent to earth to die along with our unborn child. God only knows what will happen to Aedan. " he pauses and tries to control the shudder of fear that tries to overtaken him. He has to stay calm, and he can't do that if he thinks about the punishment handed out to those who attempted to have have more then one child. "Do you know how far along you are? Can it be prevented with a simple morning after pill?...or-"

Bianca winces, but doesn't try for a fight. She knows he's right. She doesn't say anything. Then, she does. "No, it's to far along for that. Almost two months."

John blinks. Struck speechless … "You're two mouths..."

Bianca can't do nothing but nod. "I thought the morning sickness was a side effect to the medication I've been taking for my seizures John! The Doctor said it would be, so I din't think twice about it. And I didn't notice that I skipped my period last month because Aedan had fallen I'll and -"

"Ok, ok, calm down sweetheart, everything will be ok" he cupped her face his hands and he tried his best reassure her, even though they both knew it wouldn't be" we just have to figure out what to do, for Aedan sake. What do you want to do about this? We can't keep the baby you do know that don't you?" John watches her nod, as more tears fall from her beautiful wild green eyes and wipes them away with the pads of his fingers. Felling like he wanted to cry himself as continued" We can't get rid of it either,not without someone finding out. So you will have give him or her up. There are stillborn babies being born all the time. When he or she is born will replace them with one of the stillborns. Our baby will get to live and another couple will raise our child as there own. This means we will have to keep you out of everyone's sight, tell others your seizures have gotten worse, you'll have to give up your seat on the council can't have anyone finding out."

"Whatever you want," she says quickly, like she's trying to make up for this . He doesn't like it when she does that. Takes the blame onto herself without putting up a fight.

"I'm not angry Bianca. I'm just petrified of loosing you and Aedan. And I know I will if were found out. And I want to make it clear that this is in no way your fault. If there is blame to placed then it's on me ok?" he ask, pressing back the pain of loss already starting to creep up on him for another time, focusing on the now. "If this works, I know it will be hard to watch our child being raised by others. But will get through it together, you and me. Like we always have."

Bianca stares at him and replies, "Why are you so good to me? Why are you so…even after all I'm about to put you through, after all I put you through with my illness …you just, you're willing to risk everything for me?"

"Guess I have this weird notion where love is supposed to be everlasting. Good times and bad. In sickness and health" he teases weakly but with conviction "Your illness if not you're fault Bi, and I love you. I don't blame you at all for you're illness, how many times must I tell you that's ridicules, how could I? What's the sense of it? It's a curse of the Cales I think, to love unconditionally. Our little girl's gonna get it as bad as me, just you wait and see." John shrugs like it's a fact. "Love you," he repeats, blue eyes full of it.

"Love you," Bianca echoes, a little bit of wonderment in her voice.

Six months later

Little Aedan is startled when a cadet, her daddy calls her uncle Marciss, bursts in the room, looking wide eyed and frightened.

"John!" the cadet shouts.

Aedan sees her daddy run from her mummy's room instantly "Marcus? What is it? what's wrong?"

"It's...it's Diana, she's found out about Bianca's pregnancy! She's on her way here John, you need to take Bianca and hide her somewhere !" And then he is followed by lots of other guards who are led into there quarters by a women with blond hair and cold blue eyes that stare at Aedan with a sadististc gleam.

" I'm sorry to have to do this John, but you and your wife are under arrest" The blonde says face full of fake sympathy.

"Save you're bullshit for someone who will actually be stupid enough to believe you Diana! I know you too well." Her daddy growls at the scary woman.

"John," Bianca says hastily. She appeared in the bedroom doorway looking pale and the white of her sleeping gown tainted in blood.

"Seize her!"Diana Commands her guards.

Aedan watches as the men move on the women's orders and her father struggle helpless to stop them and Aedan is getting more and more afraid.

"Take her to Med bay , once she gives birth put her in holding until I get there".The men move hastily to obey dragging her mother away" Take the former Captain to the spare drop ships to receiv his sentencing."

"Daddy?," Aedan whimpers tearfully afraid. "Don't go. Please. Daddy don't go."

Aedan tries to run past the guards to her father, but, one of them grips her arm hard and pulls her back so harshly that Aedan can't help but cry out.

"Take you fucking hands of my daughter right now!." Her daddy Growls at the guard with such burning fury in eyes, that the guards instantly let's go of Aedan as if burned by her fathers gaze who turns to Aedan and kneels down so there at eye level "Do not be afraid my little angel. I need you to be brave, I need you to brave for me and your mummy ok? Will you do that for me angel ?"

Aedan nods and try's not to cry anymore.

"That's my brave girl" John praises, kisses her temple and pulls his daughter in his arms for what he knows is the last time " daddy loves you."

"Love you too daddy"Aedan mumbles Into his chest, griping tightly at her daddy's shirt when the big men in black began to pull him away.

"Aedan…"her daddy says and pats at the little hand that's gripping him tightly. Aedan gets it. Aedan's emotionally astute even at this age and she gets it just by the sound of her name coming out of Daddy's mouth, she gets it like her mummy would get it.

"M'don't want to." Two tears streak down the side of the kid's face again.

John reaches a hand in, trails a finger down the stream, and whispers, "I know. I know, but you gotta , you gotta baby, let go …"

Aedan nods and it's less than a second before her father is jerked away her, herded out of their quarters and into the hall and put of her sight for what she doesn't realise at the time, forever.

Aedan waits. Does nothing but wait because that's all she can do. Except try and be brave like her daddy told her to be. Six hours later and she's still waiting, refusing to move when, others try to make her, she just hopes her mom and dad will come back soon and grace her with big smiles, warm hugs that will make feel safe again.

End Of Flash

They don't come back.

And in the morning Diana Sydney walks into her home once again, and informs her that her father was condemned to death by earth and her mother and unborn brother died during labor.

She was alone now. Alone and scared.

Something in Aedan breaks and all that she can hear is that her parents are dead…dead…dead and never coming back. Aedan snaps. A feral create made of furies flames burst to life inside of her. She doesn't know what she is screaming. But the next thing She knows the bitch hits her and her thoughts fuzz out as her head hits the counter and all she can see is that vicious bitch who took her parents from her staring at Aedan with cold blue eyes as the black closes in around the edges.

Later when she comes to on the living room floor, her hair matted down with blood and sweat, it is to the sounds of laughter and voices in the background, to the sight of a dark skinned woman who calls herself Nigel telling her that Aedan's home has now become hers and strange men trashing her mothers things and it's obvious this person will not care about her cause she left Aedan there in full sight bleeding on the floor and is sitting in the chair her father had been only a day ago, her feet on the table calmly watching a holo-vid as her men worked around her.

Aedan claws her way to her feet and stumbles to the bathroom, taking in the sight of her very first black eye and split lip and gets to work on her wounds, she stoping only for a second and try's to remember what her mother did the last time Aedan was hurt. The memory had hurt so she had pushed away as quickly as her photographic memory had recalled it, took a peace of cloth and a little bit of water from the bottle in her room and starts to wipe away at the wound, it stings and burns but the blood comes off and after some more crying she looks up head wounds on her data pad and sets the alarm for every two hours because she isn't stupid and she knows the blood in her hair is a bad sign and though she wants to die, a part of her that has become a flaming inferno wants to live and make the woman who took her parents away from her pay first, she lays in her bed and can not ignore the throbbing in her face or the voice that whispers in the back of her mind that tells her this is only the beginning. Aedan closes her eyes and despite her wish for retribution, she wishes with all her heart that she will never wake up again.

Two years later Aedan is six years old and on the aneversery of her parents death Aedan finds herself waking up, hurt and bleeding on that same floor, after Nigel gives a her particularly harsh beating, because Aedan talks when she's not supposed, talks back when she when she knows better then too. But this day makes her reckless and she doesn't back down before Nigel's big furies fists despite knowing it will result in her bones being broken and her skin being bruised and her blood being spilled.

That as you can guess wasn't the first time she had been beaten no. And it was by no means the last. With every beating Aedan bounces back from the pain just a little bit faster every time, her body and mind having become so faimiler with the ever constant feeling of pain.

That isn't to say that she still doesn't flinch when that first boot finds her ribs, when that fist plows into her exposed stomach and that she still didn't feel the bile rise up in her throat. Nigel's furious and Aedan is still to small to fight someone of her size, so all she can do is wrap herself into a ball as the blows rain down, a punishment for not doing as she is told, for talking back , for being worthless, for being a useless little bitch.

The beating this time feels like it goes on forever, as if time has no meaning at all and that Nigel will never tire of raining blows down upon her unresisting body. A body that has gotten so used to pain that it takes her longer each time to pass out. She does though. Eventually. And that when for the first time in two years that Aedan dreams of something other than her parents being taken away from her. She dreams of earth. Of trees and mountains and snow, of people that are covered in leather and animal furr, of clashing swords, of knives, of bows, of words in a strange language she can almost understand and it all feels strangely real. More real then any of Aedan dreams of her parents and just before she wakes Aedan for a second thinks she sees her father amongst it all.

It takes Aedan a while, takes her hours actually, after she wakes up to gather enough strength to move, but she manages to crawl and claw her way back to her room, manages to get the door shut before her strength gives out completely and all the while the images flash over and over in her head. settling again and again on the glimpse of her father, confused. It keeps her awake through the night and in the morning she feels like shit, but somehow less alone.

The dreams continued, they like her beatings happened in no discernable pattern,unlike that day, she usually did not try to provoke Nigel on purpose, did not antagonize the woman with intent. She mostly stayed out of the bitches way, stayed away from everyone, as often as she could, which was never often enough to avoid the beatings. Aedan learned to stay outside the quarters that used to be her home for as long as she could and leave as early in the morning as she could get away with, she stayed away from people to the point that she hardly ever spoke anymore, hardly ever laid eyes on another soul outside of the lame ass set up for a school the people in charge had set up for the lower class in the Ark.

As disappointing as the school had been, it had also been Aedan saving grace. Because it was there, that Aedan made her first friend. There that she first meet Bellamy. There that she found someone who saw her for the first time since her parents death, saw her and not her test scores, not her genius level abilities, not her unusual amber red hair, or angelic looking face, who saw past the danger that lurked in her laser sharp green eyes and saw the pain and loneliness.

He was the only one to not overlooked the bruises. The only other person her age to wear the same sharp weary look that no child should possess, the almost animal-like tendency to circle others, the subtle and yet noticeable traits of self-preservation.

It wasn't that Bellamy was the only one that saw the abuse she went through, no there were others in the ark that had seen, that knew the truth, but that they did not wish to be involved.

They simply looked away.

Its why she never reached out, never asked for help because she already knew it would not come because even her fathers best friend, the one he had refereed to as Aedan's uncle Marcus, had not cared enough about her to save her from Nigel's grasp, then no one else here would either.

So Instead Aedan taught herself how to survive and she bided her time because she knew that the day would come and she would need it, and she's sure that day will come soon, because Aedan has now turned thirteen and she notices a change in the way Nigel's men watch her, in the way Nigel herself watches her.

Aedan buried herself in data pads, learned to learn for the sake of knowledge, and learned that you never knew what you would need in the future. She learned things no child her age should try to. She learned anatomy because one day Nigel would go too far and she needed to know where to strike, what would kill her and what she could live through, what parts of herself she needed to protect because no one else would and how to sew because she could not always bandage the wounds to stop the bleeding, burning them shut was too risky and Nigel would never spend her rashes on any medical supplies for her, of all people.

Even from her dreams of earth she learned things. She learned how to hunt, how to fish and fight with a sword, how to use a bow, how to clime trees, how to start fires and find water, how to build shelters and how to read tracks.

Aedan also makes it a point to study old earth languages extensively when she begins to absorb all the knowledge she can find. Curious to see if she'll come across anything like the words spoken in her dreams. She doesn't and is disappointed as it proves that all of it is the result of her overactive imagination, loneliness and desire for freedom.

So Aedan decides to ignore her dreams from then on out, forces herself not yearn for parents, forces herself not to spend her time wishing and dreaming that her father was alive somewhere on earth and that one day they would be reunited and live happily ever after like the people in her bedtime story's, like a naive child, she destroys the last bit of her innocence left in her in order to survive and throws herself into gadgets and technology as well as her studies of self defence. She learns to make vibrating proximity alarms that would wake her if Nigel or one of her men entered her room because the looks have become more predatory with each passing day, hungry cruel eyes always following her everywhere she went and it had never been a safe to sleep around Nigel before because of the beatings and now it was less so because she had already tried to touch Aedan, not beat her, but to touch her and oh God the memory of that night still makes her feel sick, like she would never be clean again and it was even less safe now, because Aedan had gotten out of there before she could get to far and made Nigel angry and sleep was vulnerability and she scented that like a shark to blood.

She know she has to get out, get away from Nigel's grasp somehow, but knows that Nigel will not let Aedan go so easily, not with out incentive. So she learns how to make small short ranged listening devices. She made weapons out of otherwise useless materials and learned to slink instead of move, to glide instead of walk, and to blend with the shadows at a moments notice. Aedan learned how to Hack the security system of the ark, finds a way to hack the doors, the cameras and gathers enough evidence to not only escape Nigel forever, but also get Diana Sydney floated.

But before she can use it the retribution from Nigel comes early than she expected in the form of three men. But it didn't matter because even though it had been early then expected Aedan had nonetheless been prepared because she was smart and she knew that night would bring them out, eyes shining in the dark as they tried to hunt her down and she was ready for them when they came. Aedan time had been spent wisely, braiding the shredded remains of a pillow case together until it was a strong durable rope, breaking the chair she had placed in the room awhile back and sharpening the pieces left behind in weapons.

All that's left for Aedan to do when her alarms go off in warning is to steady the panicked beating of her heart. But shes having some difficulties. She knows what will happen to her if she's overcome, knows these men will not only beat, but rape her and leave her wishing she is dead if she's still alive by the end.

The first one that came through the door was larger than Aedan was but just like she had a planed he and his companions step on electric metal plates she had wired to her room sockets and drop from the electric shock and the rope was almost too easy to get around his neck after that. It took remarkable little time or effort to increase the pressure and cut off the air supply to the man's brain before he went down.

One of the other two men recovers to quickly from the static shocks however and overpowers Aedan. He kicks Aedan to the floor braking a rib, but luckily Aedan is able to protect them enough to stop her lungs from being punctured but unable to do anything else as he breaks the fingers on her left hand under the heel of his boot as he looms over her. She almost doesn't make it, but in the end she does. When he kneels over her and his breath is on her face she turns her head away wanting to scream, but knowing it would do no good and she squeezes her eyes shut as stinging tears fall from her eyes, but when she opens them again they fall on one of her old makeshift knives under her bed and he, and a seconds later his other companion, meet the sharp ends of her makeshift knives.

FLASH

Nigel was waiting outside when Aedan finally managed to stumble past the bleeding unconscious men in her room :focussing on her and her alone the moment she exits , looking more than a little surprised.

Obviously, she had not expected an outcome where in Aedan would be the one left standing.

Aedan believed that she could hear a whispered "not possible" fall from Nigel's mouth, as her eyes flicker from Aedan to the door and back again to meet Aedan's eyes with a look of fear.

Nigel draw a sharp breath, when she see those wild green eyes burn in anger and the girls whole being seemed to changed colour in Nigel eyes. She suddenly appeared taller and her eyes were glittering dangerously and her presence immediately filled the room, as if her authority was the highest among the two.

Slowly, the girl glided towards her, her movements reminding Nigal of a great cat, ready for the jump.

Her charge comes to a standstill on the other side of the desk Nigal is sitting by and sits down and before Nigal can blink she draws a gun and aims it at Nigal forehead her laser green eyes pining Nigal in her seat.

"I'm going to make it short for you Nigel. When they wake, you will take you're men and you will leave. You will not bother me again."

Nigel laughed, but there was such quiet reassurance in the girls voice, such majesty, that her laugh faltered and died away.

"Do not mistake this for a request, Nigel," The girl told her quietly, but in a tone that left no room for doubt. "This is an order, and you will follow it , if you wish to keep you're life."

"Oh honey, did my men smash your noggin a little to hard? You are in no position to command me, girl", She mocked condescendingly.

"Am I not?" Aedan smiled, her green eyes dark and bottomless, and it was the most frightening smile Nigel had ever seen. But forced her self not to react to it. She would not cover before a thirteen year old little girl.

"Before you do something stupid, Nigel, let me warn you that I am not unprepared. I have expected you to take this course for some time, and there are three little parcels, full of incriminating evidence, deposited to three different members of the council , that are timed to be delivered at midnight every night unless I put in the coding that stops them from being shipped of ."

"Your bluffing. There is no way you have anything on me!," She answered, doing her best to sound totally unimpressed.

But Aedan made a better show of being unimpressed than the woman could ever hope for.

"Are sure are you about that, don´t you want to know what gifts I prepared for you?" She smiled again and lifted her armed hand, to count the three parcels on her finger.

"One," she said, touching her right index finger with the head of the gun as if this was some basic exercise. "Is a small collection of photos and documents which prove your long lasting illegal partnership to our soon to be former chancellor Diana Sydney. The photos I am quite proud of, actually, I managed to capture you in… a variety of positions. Needless to say that this package is addressed to councilman Jaha, Nigal ."

Nigel started violently and looks at Aedan in shock a sudden unease begins to creep under her skin.

"You are a stupid little bitch" She growled. "If you don't stop this Aedan. It will get you killed, child!"

"Number two," she continued, as if she hadn´t noticed Nigel's reaction or threat "Is a series of recording, all of which feature you, that prove your involvement in massive irregularities concerning the food and water supply shipments to the lower class. I found out that you have been manipulating the recordings of the shipments for years, keeping a larger portion to yourself. Need I go into detail, Nigel? We both know that proof of this affair is enough to send half the population of the ark on a hunt for your blood. And I have found more than enough proof."

The temperature in the room dropped abruptly.

"And should this not be enough and you mange to save yourself from being floated, which I very much doubt then parcel number three will deliver it self to a Mr Malphas Monroe",Nigel's intake of breath sounded like an explosion in the absolute silence of the room. "Who I found out happens to be your boss. contains information about your dealings behind his back and proof your numerous attempts to take his place ."

The calm facade broke and a chaos of emotions darted over Nigel's face. Dread seized Nigel and she had trouble breathing trapped in the feral gaze of the small girl before her. Trying helplessly some sort of crack on the girls stony facade, that might tell her if she was bluffing or not. She found non.

"So, Nigel", Aedan continued, her tone all sugar and honey now, as if she hadn't just uttered not only one, but three massive threats to Nigel's life. "What do you think of my preparations? Have I promised too much?"

Nigel opened her mouth, but no sound left it. The smile still on her face, baring her teeth in a subtly threatening gesture, Awdan waited patiently for her answer, as if she hadn't a care in the world.

Nigel collapsed into herself like an oversized balloon.

"Your… preparations were… excellent, Aedan," She admitted through clenched teeth. "Me and my men will be out your quarters by tonight. I hope this satisfies you!"

"No! you will get out now." Aedan replied. This time, her voice was colder than ice, and hard enough to cut glass, leaving no room for an argument.

Sensing the danger in the girls voice Nigal pulled herself out of the chair and quickly retreated, dragging her wounded with her over to the door, existing as quickly as she could.

END OF FLASH

As soon as Nigel had vacated Aedan had take a deep calming breath Her hand went to the broken rib in her side and she let out a little whine of pain. There. That was it. Now she needed to grit her teeth and get through it and that what she dose, patches up her wounds as best as she can, Sets the bones in her broken hand and manages to wrap up her ribs before collapsing on her bed with tears of pure relief.

The years that follow are rather pleasant all things considered and she was for once at peace with her situation, even if she still was almost completely alone, even if she's still caged in a way. Because even though she had escaped Nigal, she can not escape the metal walls of the ark or the fact that she is unwanted and unwelcome. That was fine with Aedan because she was free to make her own decisions

The dreams still came to her every night accompanied with the voice whispers to her words that she still does not understand, things that should have no meaning to her and yet do like always and but now, now they feature a girl with long braided dark hair and quick silver eyes, that makes Aedan heart beat faster and her stomach tie up in knots.

Time goes quickly for Aedan for the first time in her life. She is not happy exactly, but she is content in a way she had never expected to be after her parents death and working on the ark as science officer.

But her dreams of earth have become cold and dark, and full of screams, that were become faster and louder with each dream, and because darkness always surround her, Aedan couldn't ever pinpoint where they were coming from - they just echoed in the dark void everywhere, around and above and below.

Coursing Aedan to always awoke with a jerk, breath and heart racing, after-images of fire and blood and pain imprinted on the inside of her eyelids. It was dizzying and she always tired from her lack of sleep, feeling even worse then the times in which she used to wake up in pain from Nigel's daily beatings.

The screams continue night after night for weeks. When finally they stop.

Aedan is nineteen, about to turn twenty in just four hours when it happens. She's buried in some reading material she can't recall and she falls asleep despite trying really hard not too.

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Aedan squints as the sunlight hits her eyes burning hotly into her peripheral vision. She is standing in the middle of unknown forest with thick giant trees surrounding her everywhere she looks, and it's beautiful an all, but Aedan has no idea how she came to be there or where there is, because she would have remember if she had taken the a trip to earth.

She wonders if she's dead and if this is what her peace of heaven looked like. Which in itself is hard to comprehend because lately Aedan had been pretty sure she had been destined for hell.

Suddenly there is a crunching sound of leaves under the sound of light footsteps coming from behind and Aedan whirls around instantly.

Aedan squints, but once again the burning brightness of the sun makes it impossible for her to see the person hidden among the trees . "Who's there?" she asks, cupping a hand over her eyes.

Aedan frowns and narrows her eyes, tensing as the shadow in the trees starts to walk forward in Aedan's direction without saying anything.

Aedan blinks, dropping her hand, as the slight figure steps into the sunlight and she's able to make out the reasonably tall and lean girl with auburn hair and dark blue eyes and a sad grin. "Okay—who are you ?" she asks, taking a step back as the girl who looks so much like her only a few years younger steps in closer. Aedan glances at the girls get up in curiosity, not failing to notice that it was similar to what she has seen the worriers in her dreams of earth wear. "Where am I? Why am I here?" Aedan crosses her arms a little put out that the girl is not answering her questions. "Am I in hell? I went to hell didn't I?"

"Rest assured, this is neither heaven or hell isera," the girl finally says.

"Great," Aedan mutters bitterly. "I'm trapped in purgatory. Even God doesn't know what to do with me."

The girls chuckles. But her dark blue eyes are still so very sad that it couses Aedan's heart to twist painfull "My name is Costia ," she introduces herself stepping closer to Aedan invading her personal space.

Aedan stubbornly fights the urge to step back, unwilling to give the girl any ground. "Well, Costia, would you be so kind as to tell me where I am and why I'm here. Because the last time I checked, I was in my room reading a book and I think maybe I fell asleep?"

You know the polite think would have been to introduce yourself as we'll Aedan." The other red head responds clucking her tongue in disapproval as she circles around Aedan .

Aedan feels her eyebrow twitch in annoyance and her jaw clench in apprehension. "And how exactly would you know my name? I don't believe we ever met."

"One question at a time, ain isera. And no we have not been formally introduced before now, but I have dreamed of you since the day ain Nontu told me about you," Costia confesses as she circles her once more before stoping once again in front of her smiling softly at Aedan with dark blue eyes that remind her of her father. Placing hands on each one of Aedan's arm like she was about embrace her, "As for where you are—why, you are nowhere. We have stepped out of time and space—into a place between life and death, my Nontu told me a story about it once a place where the souls of the dying go before crossing over. I believe he called it limbo ."

"Okay wait. You say I'm not dead, and yet—I am in limbo a place that only souls can cross?" Aedan questions with a confused furrow of her eyebrows.

"You are not dying ain isera, I am. Ain gonplei ste odon." Aedan blinks at the calm deceleration from the sixteen year old in front of her, a strange unexplained feeling of pain squeezing the air out her lungs as she continued." But here, a thousand days can be but one minute across the threads and interweaved lines of fate and time. I will not keep you here long for I will soon pass on, I think you are only here because we are linked and I think I'm begging to understand why. I'm the thread, one of the many intertwined lines of fate linking you to your destiny. I don't know exactly how I know this, but, I know now that she is your destiny not mine. I was simply the bridge between your two worlds, until they become one. " Costia says with a sad look if realisation.

Aedan brow wrinkles in confusion and pain. "The line of fate linking me to my destiny? Just who are you?"

Castia smiles warmly. "I am Costia."

"I know that," Aedan snaps. "But what are you to me?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Aedan may be a genius but this girl is talking her down in circles with her cryptic answers . "Is it possible to get a spiritual headache? Because I swear I feel one coming on," she groans, dropping down to her knees and then plopping her butt on the soft grass. She folds her legs under her like a pretzel.

Costia chuckles and follows her example and joins her on the ground in front of Aedan, her knees touching Aedan's, and she finds that she doesn't mind the contact at all, doesn't feel threatens by her touch like she does by the the touch of others. "You two are going to be so amusing to watch, I can't tell by just having meet you. So different yet so alike. You're going to get under her skin and blow the walls my death has created into Oblivion. Bring back the humanity it robbed her off. And maybe there is a way I can help you with that, help fix the damage my death has caused. Show you a glimpse of what's waiting for you if you don't give up. There is not much I can say without giving away your true purpose. But it seems fate and I want the same thing, if the unity between you will help prevent the bloodshed I have foreseen should you're people come to the ground, then I think they will let me show you a glimpse of one of the possible future I have seen while here."

Aedan stiffens. "What are you talking about? My people are going to the ground? What dose any of this have to do with me?"

"Everything—and nothing."

Aedan sighs long-sufferingly." That is helpfully " Aedan says, crossing her arms."Not!" She mutters under her breath.

"Yeah I know" Costia replied with unmasked amusement.

Aedan who had been starring dawn at lush green grass whips her gaze up at her to glare at the annoying girl.

Only to find Costia is staring up at the sky. " But have you no idea how fated you are. How incredibly capable you are of doing such great things and bringing about such extraordinary change to my people, despite the fact that you are a sky person?"

Aedan didn't know how to take that. It is the most backhanded compliment if she'd ever heard one.

Aedan just stares at the other red head stunned- and confused, at her words . She's tired of talking in circles and she's certainly tired of her riddles."Ok enough! What are you talking? What do you want form me?"

"I want only form you what you would have for yourself."

"Oh yeah? And what's that exactly?"

"Take my hand and you'll see" Castia replies her eyes daring her to grab her hand. And Aedan has never been one to back down from a dare. So she grasp the hand offered to her.

FLash

Suddenly everything goes black, and Aedan finds herself in a very dark tent, lying in some sort of makeshift bed. Staring at a small fire a few feet from her that doesn't help her make out her surroundings out at all. Before she can allow herself to be properly confused, the flap of her ten is pulled open and a slim female figure walks in. All Aedan can see is full lips, and a pair of strangely familiar silver eyes full of solid determination zeroing in on her under the mud and war paint before the moonlight from outside is cut off, as the flap of her tent is realised from the strangers hold, and said stranger strides towards her without a word and Aedan is a bit startled to be at the end of that gaze. Especially so when the silver in them appears to glow even in the dark and Aedan is off the bed in an instant, stumbling backwards, confused about what is happening. The figure matches Aedan step for step until Aedan finds her back colliding to some sort of a wooden post .

"Uh—what…?" Aedan never gets a chance to finish this thought because The girl-woman grabs her by the back of the neck and yanks her forward. Aedan is expecting an attack so she very surprised to feel a pair of lips meet her own and Aedan's eyes widen a fraction with every passing second.

The girl is kissing her.

Fucking kissingher.

Aedan makes a sound and grabs at Girl's upper arms. She totally means to push her away and ask what the hell is going on but there's a talented hot tongue sliding into her mouth and her fucking questions just explode inside of her brain. The girl bears her weight against Aedan, pressing in closer, cornering Aedan against the post with a firm grip on Aedan's hips.

The girl is kissing her passionately—savagely—like she wants to suck Aedan's very essence right out from her mouth. And Aedan squirms and whimpers because fuck, The girl really knows what she's fucking doing. All thoughts of protests die because the blood needed to process said situation is gathering south and convening with her libido right between her legs.

Aedan can't breathe, can't breathe.

The girl seems to take pity on her and she pulls back far enough to rest her forehead against Aedan's. They both just stand their, breathing raggedly and trying to gather their wits.

"What have you done to me? I thought I lost you. I love you —I'm not letting you go. Ever. I hope you know that." The girl murmurs, sliding her fingers through her hair, along the side of her neck and under her chin before kissing Aedan again. This time the kiss is soft and insistent, like she had settled in to stay.

Aedan closes her eyes and shudders. "Yes," she breathes without meaning to and just as she feels something begin to close around her heart, everything clears.

End of flash

"Now do you see?" Castia asks. "Whether she should want it or you should want it, you two will always be each other'sdestiny. Each other only salvation."

Aedan has nothing to say to that. She's still too shaken by what happened before. How could she do that to her? She was just learning to accept the fact that she would always be alone, to accept things as they were without her fucking interference! "What was-!why did-!," she croaks, not caring how broken she sounds.

Suddenly Costia's features turn fearful as her gaze shifts to something over Aedan shoulder and some protective instinct fires up in Aedan and she turns around to locate the source of the younger girls fear making sure to shield Costia with her body, narrowing her gaze when she spots the yellow fog creeping closer and closer to where they are standing.

Costia turns Aedan back around and smiles softly. "You and she shall understand when the time is right." She says steps in front of Aedan so now she is the one that stands in front of creepy looking fog and gives her a two-fingered salute. "Watch yourself, isera. Ain gonplei ste odon. But, yours is just beginning. You must go now isera! You can't stay here any longer, if you do you will never awake."

Before Aedan can protest it, there is a sinking and pulling sensation in her stomach and the ground beneath shake rips under her feet and she's falling into a hole like Alice in wonderland.

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Aedan's eyes flutter open.

The feeling of loss is one she has experienced before but it doesn't hurt any less then it did the first time in fact she is pretty sure it feels even worse.

And just like when Diana Sydney told her about her parents passing Aedan looses it completely. Loses control of the constant fire burning inside her, and it wants to destroy everything. And she was moving in that next second, a haze of crimson rage drawn like a curtain across her eyes. She tore through her quarters ripping apart everything she could get her hands on, upending the desk, shattering the only photo frame of her parents against the wall. She was destruction incarnate in those moments, fire of the most destructive caliber sprung from the very depths of the underworld.

The flames raged against the walls of her mind the flames growing hotter and hotter intent on turning everything that surrounds her to ash disintegrating the bonds of Aedan control, ripping through her mind and leaving her bleeding and savage. In that instance, for a split second Aedan and the fire burn as one and their rage was magnificent,without mercy.

So lost is Aedan in the burning flames of her creation that she had not realised someone, had somehow, entered her home until Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, the force and weight of them pinning her furious clawing hands to her sides. She jerked her head down, determined to latch her teeth onto skin, to be freed so she could slaughter whoever had dared to touch her. She would not let anyone touch her like in the dream vision, she would not allow it again, it was not welcomed. The arms moved down before her teeth found purchase, hands hooking around her elbows, effectively neutralizing the threat from her mouth as well as her hands and arms.

The rage now was molten; a burning seething inferno that rolled beneath her skin and writhed behind her eyes.

Aedan fought, struggled viciously against the force that held her, her feet trying desperately to find a hold, to hit vulnerable flesh. Anything to free her, anything to no longer be held to be restrained was to be at the mercy of another, was unacceptable. She made a promise when she got away from Nigel she would never allow herself to be beaten, to be whipped again. Not ever again.

She felt the moment that the situation changed, felt the foot that hooked around her ankle and forced her to her knees. She struggled harder, twisted and thrashed in her spot on the floor but it was no use. The body behind her was heavy and strong, so much stronger than Aedan's as it bore her down to the ground, forcing her to lay face down on the floor.

She screamed a long loud feral noise that voiced her rage and anguish aloud. Panting she refused to stop struggling, refused to give up her fight. She would never stop fighting, would never give up a battle and retreat as long as she held breath in her lungs. Not again.

A voice sounded around her then, whispering in a language that she did not know. And Aedan's mind immediately went to her dream, to Costia and- and the girl, the girl in the tent, the one that had kissed her and the memory forced the flames to retreat from her skin, to cause the bubbling lava behind her eyes to cool and harden.

The memory vanishes like smoke in the next second though when she realized that the words she had heard did not come from within her mind but behind her. She recognized the tone of that voice, the soft slur of the words as they passed through pink lips. She could see them in her head, knew now who it was who had restrained her so effortlessly.

Jasel. The old man who lived next door to her. The one who watched Aedan with a knowing gaze, who never Spook to Aedan but who always was there patch Aedan when she couldn't do it herself. And Aedan could never figure out why Nigel even let him and Aedan never asked him why or ever said thank you.

" Such rage you carry. Clam yourself little hellfire. Be still." His voice was soft and slow, the tone almost rhythmic as he spoke.

After awhile, when the flame inside her cooled and she relised the man pinning her down had no intention of hurting her, Aedan felt her body beginning to relax, felt her muscles beginning to uncoil themselves one by one as all the while Jasel whispered calming words in her ear.

Finally the last of the fight began to seep out of Aedan not really, she had too much fight to ever lose it all but some of it could be stifled, could be shut away and hidden for a time and she stilled on the floor. Jasel held her there for a moment longer, his large muscular body a warm and heavy weight against Aedan's back. She was finally calm but she knew that Jasel was waiting to make sure that she would not try and lash out again; that she was done for the moment with her attempts at violence.

Aedan forced herself to take a deep breath, to release it slowly as she bottled away any remnants of her rage to use at a later time such emotions were powerful, would give her strength and resolve unlike any other if she ever needed it again and she knew that one day she would. She felt Jasel release his hold, felt the absence of the man's weight as he levered himself to his feet. And could help the feeling of pure relief despite know he wasn't a threat to her she couldn't have anyone on top of her without think of the night shed been overpowered and almost raped by Nigal's man.

She realised in that moment just how far she had fallen.

Losing herself in such a way was unacceptable; if Jasel had been the enemy Aedan would have been dead, her life's blood flowing across the tile due to her own stupidity. Jasel had gotten into the room, had laid hands on Aedan before she had even been aware of his presence and had taken her down in an instance. Such strength was impressive, should be studied and learned if at all possible.

So instead of rising, instead of crouching and preparing to attack she simply rolled onto her back and stared up at Jasel bulky form, cataloguing everything she could about him. They regarded each other in that moment, laser green eyes meeting warm brown across the distance between them. There was something in Jasel's eyes understanding, acceptance, not rage or disgust and that was so very rare that caused something to shift in Aedan's chest, some disjointed piece of her realigning itself with an almost audible click.

"What you did, how you took me down, what is it called?" Aedan's voice was soft and low, a calculated decision on her part to set the mood in the room. She did not wish to antagonize Jasel, not when the man had information that Aedan could not steal from him. As much as she hated to admit it she needed a teacher, not an adversary or a victim.

"It is called Systema, an ancient Russian fighting form that uses the body's levers as both a weapon and a weakness." Jasel's voice was just as soft and his eyes were sharp with a knowledge that Aedan was not used to seeing in anyone besides herself. "It requires discipline and control of the body on a high level."

"Teach me?" Aedan phrased it as a question when she desperately wanted it to be an order. She needed this, needed some way to channel the anger and the rage so that it did not over take her again. She could not afford to allow the flames the burning Phoenix to gain another foothold within her, could not let it run free in her mind or she would lose herself. Become a thing of the underworld a monster absent of all humanity, she knew it, because The Phoenix was so much stronger than she had ever thought it would become.

"To learn you must trust me and to trust me you must acknowledge the truth of yourself. Can you do this thing? Can you face your own demons and make them your servants so that you are never again ruled by the rage you just displayed?" Jasel asked his questions with an intensity that caused every nerve in Aedan's body to light themselves on fire.

To tame the Phoenix's flame, to make it her servant and no longer her equal would be a wondrous thing. If she could master that monster, if she could master herself then she would be unstoppable, would no longer be vulnerable from within. Yet to trust in someone else was an unheard of thing, a concept that she did not even enjoy considering because for her it had lost all meaning after her parents death . The best that she could do would be to fake it, to try her damndest to convince Old man Jasel of her sincerity.

Determined and set on her new course of action Aedan met Jasel's eyes fearlessly once again. "If that is what takes then I shall endeavor to do so."

That same knowledge from before flashed in Jasel's eyes and Aedan knew that the old man had not been fooled. Instead of calling her out on her lie, instead of outright refusing her Jasel nodded and held out his hand to Aedan's still prone form.

"Then your first lesson starts now." That hand remained steady and strong in Aedan's line of sight and she found that once she turned her eyes to it she could not look away. A senses of déjà vu fills Adean, the image if the girl, Costia fills her mind.

It symbolized too much, acceptance and knowledge, trust in a way she was not familiar or comfortable with.

To accept Jasel's hand was to begin her training, to begin tightening her hold over the flames and her struggle to tame it. To accept was to strive to one day hold the phoenix leash, to make it a tool and a servant for Aedan's own desires. Something to unleash and unmuzzle only when she truly needed it.

The Phoenix flame threatens to grow to become a raging inferno once more and Aedan slowly, oh so slowly reached up and clasped Jasel's hand in hers.

She had never before backed down from a challenge and she was not willing to start now.

And so Aedan life once again takes an unexpected turn.

On the one hand she gains a mentor and friend in Jasel and on the other she looses Bellamy. As only a few mouths later the existence of his sister comes to light when she is cought and imprisoned. The backlash includes the floating of Aurora Blake and he shuts him self away from the world and Aedan.

Until she turns twenty one, one year after the strange vision like dream of the girl called Costia, Aedan sets off for Earth.

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AN: Ok, so what do all of you think? Can you guess what the conection between Costia and Aedan is? Can you guess who the female kissing Aedan in the vision Costia shows her is? Should I continue?

Translation

"Watch yourself, isera. Ain gonplei ste odon. But, yours is just beginning.:- watch yourself, sister. My fight is over. But, yours is just begging!

"One question at a time, ain isera. And no we have not been formally introduced before now, but I have dreamed of you since the day ain Nontu told me about you," Costia confesses :- "One question at a time, my sister . And no we have not been formally introduced before now, but I have dreamed of you since the day my father told me about you," Costia confesses