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As I set the last component needed for my upgraded stone age forge Clarke and Raven came over towards me; chatting as if friends.

‘ Huh?...I thought they'd still be beefing over Finn or something.’ I thought as they entered my expanded and better forge.

“ Wow....for a place made out of mud and wood this place looks incredible.” Said Raven entering alongside Clarke.

“ Yeah, I thought I'd teach our builders so that they can more of these mud houses or wood houses for when winter hits.” I told them.

“ Yeah, they'd be warmer then our tents, good thinking.” Said Clarke smiling at me.

“ That's my job, I think about my people.” I said returning her smile.“ But anyway, what brings you to my humble crafthouse?” I asked.

“ Crafthouse?” Parroted raven staring at the place.

The entire room was covered in my special mud as this place would be where I make my tools and weopons I had made the mud from various amounts of different dirt mixed in with special herbs I had grinded into paste and into water I used to make the mud out of.

The results were impressive as when I used Appraisal on the thing I gained this description.

[—Item: Shiar Dust Improved Building Mud.

—Type: Material/Construction.

—Rank: C-

—Description: A fusion of different earth soil which made for great building material, turned into mud with a special herbed water mixture, infused with a load of mana making it an extremely good building material with increased durability.

—Effect 1: Cemented State– The material is as good and even better then cement with great durability and thermoregulation properties.]

With this mud mixture I could also probably start construction work for us, but I wanted to improve on the mud formula first and I didn't like the fact that if I did that then I'd have to spend a lot of time making this shit due to the fact that it needed my mystical energy.

“ Yeah crafthouse.” I said returning back to the conversation.“ I've made this place a mixture of a woodworking house, forging house and medicine making house.” I told them as I had actually done that.

Further into the huge ass crafthouse was my forging area, to the right side was where I'd make things like bows, carve wood and arrows and then on the left side was where I'd be cooking up my potions as I had build a cauldron stand and table where I'd be putting in various needed materials for potions.

“ You've been...busy.” Sai Clarke marveling at the place.

“ I do what I can, now again what can I do for you?” I asked once more.

“ Oh, I wanted to take raven into your bunker to retrieve some of the stuff we left behind while we can.

“ Oh, but take Octavia with you.” I said with a shrugg.

“ Octavia? Why?” Raven asked.

“ Cause she's the captain of the guard and also because she's the second skilled in Weopon fighting and I trust her to keep you guys safe.” I told them of my reasoning with a shrugg.

“ Urghhh whatever, let's go Clarke.” Raven said with a groan as she walked out.

Clarke sighed as she watched Raven walk off.

“ Don't mind her, she's just grumpy that you beat up Finn the other day....” Clarke said apologetically in place of the hot Hispanic looking Raven.

“ Yeah I already figured, she'll get over it.” I told her as I had also noticed how Raven slightly disliked me after the whole knocking Finn out cold debacle.

“ Well as long as you know, anyway Jaha wanted to talk to you on the next radio call.” Clarke said and her last words had me pausing.

“ Why?” I asked.

“ I don't know to be honest.” Clarke said before walking out to catch up with Reyes.

‘ I wonder how long they have before they fall from the sky.’ I thought with a shake of my head before heading out too as I walked around the camp looking for anything that I could grab such as scrap metal and the such for smelting.

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It was getting late when I knew something was wrong, the sun which should have been just setting right now was covered by dark clouds, the wind was picking up and my hunters hadn't returned and Finn was missing.

“ They should have already returned about now.” Said Bellamy ignoring the pacing silhouette of Raven.

“ Raven, calm down.” Clarke chimed in as she stared at raven concerned.

“ I will not calm down until Finn comed back!” Shouted Reyes.

“ Do you think the hunters were killed by the grounders?” Asked Monty sitting besides me.

“ No, they are still new to my training but for all of them to be killed, it's unlikely.” I said with a frown, I knew where they were though right now.

They just stepped into my range of ‘Fauna Perception’ which is what I named the technique where I melded my senses to the fauna around me.

I could see their silhouettes and luckily they we're fine, wounded but fine but I more so frowning at the fact that Finn was with them and being carried carefully by two hunters.

‘ No fucking way, how?’ I thought feeling my frown intensifying.

Finn had been stabbed, just like cannon but I was sure that we would pass that plot point, Octavia didn't even disappear in this world so what the fuck were they doing in grounder territory and in that grounders home.

“ A storm is coming...” Said Jasper as he walked into the dropship.

Nodding to him I looked at Octavia and Bellamy and gave out orders.

“ O, Bellamy; I need you to tell everyone to get into the dropship and into the 3rd floor and 2nd.” They nodded and walked out immediately being followed by two guards.

“ Do you think the storm will be bad?” Asked Clarke.

“ The wind is picking up so it's probable, Jasper have them bring inside all the food and other necessary things before it rains.” I ordered and Jasper was out like the wind to complete his task.

And so we waited and waited, food and other things were brought into the dropship and the 100 climbed up into the 2nd and 3rd floors of the dropship orderly being chaperoned by the guard.

And after that it was again quiet with only raven begrudgingly walking up and down and then finally after a while she stopped and looked at me with clear panic uncertainty.

“ Ezekiel....” She muttered.

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