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It’s a day like any other. The beginning of spring. The grass is muddy as the ground melts and the bare trees are starting to become sprinkled with green. A warm breeze blows through branches. Birds begin their song.
It’s a day like any other. But today, a boy died.
Bellamy is searching for Octavia (again) when he hears a girl’s frantic voice. His sneakers are speckled with dirt, but the soft earth cushions his footsteps, hiding his presence. He moves towards the sound.
Down the slope by the river, he sees a girl. She’s a few years younger than him and he can tell she’s cut from a different cloth. She’s just a girl, no older than fifteen. Her dress is made from the kind of fabric his mother could never afford, but the girl’s dry sobs break him. Her dress is sopping wet and caked with mud. When he gets closer he sees that she’s draped over the body of a boy her age. Something’s clearly wrong. The boy’s dark skin looks ghostly. His eyes are open but he doesn’t blink.
Even in death, the boy looks like he’s on the verge of smiling. The expression at odds with the violent grief racking the girl on the ground beside him.
Bellamy stands frozen, incapable of moving. He can’t do anything but watch as the girl brushes her dripping hair back from her face, her expression hardening into something stronger than steel.
He watches her dig her fingers into the dirt. She drops her head back to face the sky as her lips start to move in silent words. Her whispers tangle with the breeze and he can’t make out her words from the wind. He watches as the girl’s face goes blank, her fingers digging deeper into the ground. She clenches her jaw, but her lips don’t stop their sentence. She continues. The dead boy’s eyes slide shut beside her, but the girl doesn’t notice.
Blood drips from her nose, it tracks down her face, across her chin, dripping onto her neck—her dress. She continues.
The wind picks up and the river rises. He can’t tell if this is sorcery or sacrifice.
The girl sways dangerously. Bellamy’s voice finally comes back to him and he calls out. Her eyes—electric blue—snap to his.
The world goes black.