Sara had been out of town trying to pursue a lead on her killer when the League had returned to Starling demanding that Oliver find her murderer. She hadn’t told the others what she was doing, only reassuring them that she was okay and would be back soon. It was while she was in Corto Maltese that she’d realised something was terribly wrong back home, and had returned, cutting her hunt short. Hearing that Oliver had gone to Nanda Parbat after the DNA that had been found on the arrows used to kill her, she’d known almost instantly what the sickly panicked feeling that had followed her all the way from Corto was.
Oliver had fought Ra’s, and he’d lost.
She’d explained everything to the rest of Team Arrow for while she was gone, and what she was going to do. The Lazarus Pits were the only thing that could bring Oliver back, as they had her, and the sooner she reached Tibet, the better. The others didn’t question how she knew that Oliver had been hurt – they’d all sensed something was wrong too – and helped her with everything she could remember about the stories Nyssa had told her of the Pit. Felicity had even managed to locate the pit closest to the League’s hideout, using a map of ley lines to pinpoint its location for her.
Travelling back to the place she had left not once, but twice now, was a worryingly easy trip. Sara knew the League would have agents all over the wilderness, but she could only hope she would make it to the cliff top where she had seen Ra’s fight for the first time - and where she was sure he would have fought Oliver – without detection.
Though it had clearly snowed, Sara’s keen eyes still found the streaks of crimson in the snow, and the sword left at the cliff edge told her all she needed to know about Oliver’s fate. The sight of his lifeless body caught on a rock a little way over the cliff edge instantly brought tears to her eyes and a choked sob broke from her throat. Had this terrible sense of loss been what he had felt the night she had poisoned herself to stop the League bringing her back here? Even from her spot at the top of the cliff, she could see the deep wound through his chest that had left blood all over the stone and snow. ’But you can fix this, Sara,’ hissed a small voice in her mind, ’You can bring him back.’
Getting Oliver back up to the top of the cliff took her a lot longer than she would have preferred, and carrying him to the hidden cave where the Lazarus Pit was located took even longer. Though she had developed her own strength during her training, carrying Oliver’s body through the snow was one of the hardest things she had ever done.
The cave was remarkably nondescript, as far as caves went. There was little to suggest that the miracle which had brought her back from the dead, and now she was hoping could do the same for Oliver was located inside. The slightly glowing pool tucked away from the wind and cold outside was a welcome sight, and her knees buckled at the edge of the pit, laying Oliver down beside it. His blue lips and pale face were heartbreaking to the usually strong Sara, and she couldn’t help gently caressing his cold cheek. They’d been through too much together for it to end like this.
“وأنا أعلم أنك يمكن أن تأتي من خلال هذا أوليفر . يمكنك التغلب على هذا الجنون يدفع في الناس ، وسوف يعود لنا,” she whispered, carefully caressing his cheek, “نحن جميعا بحاجة لكم، تم تصنيفه رقم … ولست بحاجة لك.”
And before she could hesitate any further, Sara rolled Oliver’s lifeless body into the pit, furiously blinking back tears as she sat back against the rocks.
Now, all she could do was wait.