a/n spoilers for s3 trailer..loosely based of that but I tried to have fun with it so yh..let me know what you think :]
Cold; she felt it in the air around her, upon her skin as the snow danced around her. Like then, she felt it now; with each stroke of paint upon her eyes, each glide across her cheek, she was assimilating, to arise anew.
The weight of the shoulder guards lay heavy, but it's nothing to the burdens she carries upon her back. The dress however is a new commodity. It brings about feelings she never knew; she feels powerful, sexy and fierce all at once.
"You are a beauty to behold yet feared all the same. Are you ready to go? They're waiting for you Klark." A brunette appears by the door standing back straight; a warrior through and through.
"Just one more minute." Clarke doesn't look around she knew who was here.
"You're not having doubts are you?" The brunette steps forward, face ever neutral but her voice lifts ever slightly in concern.
"No Tari, just enjoying the quiet for a moment." Tari, an apparent nickname if the eye roll Clarke receives at the name is any indication, but there is a small twitch of the lips, maybe she doesn't hate the nickname so much, or rather the person to whom calls it her.
"Good, I would hate to be the one she sent after you if you were to back out." Ontari jokes, a slight smirk on her face, but her words held truth; she would be seeing her order through. Ontari walks out leaving Clarke standing alone looking once more at her reflection in the mirror.
"Is this who I am now?" Clarke wonders aloud. She runs a hand along the golden dress and takes in a deep calming breath; she was nervous but she couldn't show it beyond this room or to anyone. With one last breath Clarke turns and walks out the room following the path Ontari went. A short walk along a narrow hall, flickering flames lighting the way. Clarke soon stands before two guards; she nods strongly at each one to which she receives no acknowledgment.
"Let's do this." Clarke whispers to herself as the doors creak heavily and swing open revealing a throne room of someone of power.
Clarke harnesses her own inner power and walks with a newfound confidence and ferocity. Once she reaches the altar she glances at Ontari who is standing beside her; the one who saved her, gave her refuge and a promise of more; to be more than our pasts.
Clarke kneels before them and bows her head. She sees the shimmer of a knife by her neck and doesn't flinch as a cold hand caresses her cheek.
"Wamplei em nou gon we." Death is not the end, Clarke says strongly as the cold hand grasps at her hair, clutching a small braid in between long fingers, she cuts it off. The figure stands back clutching the hair and looking at Clarke with satisfaction.
"Gyon op ai lukot. Nau gon prom." Get up my friend. Now the Question. Clarke allows a small smile to tug at her lips as she stands and declares the following words proudly. "Ai laik Klark kom Azgeda."
"Mounin houm Klark kom Azgeda." Welcome Home Clarke of Azgeda; Home, a place Clarke still struggles with, but she won't declare that.
"Mochof Nia." Thankyou Nia. The Ice Queen smiles proudly at Clarke. Clarke returns a small smile of her own, yet it never quite reaches her as it once did.
Nia turns to Ontari and her one other associate grinning. "Let the celebrations begin." She declares with a smirk.
"All the messengers came back with confirmation. All except one, I need not tell you who." Ontari speaks with obvious distaste.
A scowl appears briefly on Nia's face before she turns to Clarke a large smile back on her face.
"Never mind, she would've just brought the party down with her constant frown." Nia wraps an arm around Klark.
"Come my child; let's show the world what they've been missing." Clarke grins placing her own arm around Nia. At this a laugh comes from Nia's lips; a chilling laughs that echoes through the halls as they leave to greet the people waiting outside.
Voices can be heard outside chanting the name "Wanheda! Wanheda!" Nia pulls Clarke closer and whispers, "Our people call for you. Don't disappoint us." Nia squeezes Clarke's arm, slightly too hard, a hidden warning; do not mess this up.
No more words spoken, Nia releases Clarke as they stand side by side before another set of doors and two guards. The doors swing open and Clarke's eyes land on hundreds of Azgeda people chanting her name. A smile graces Clarke's face as she holds her head up high declaring. "Ai Wanheda kom Azgeda, badan yu op en nou moun." I, Commander of Death, from Azgeda, serve you and no other. If it were possible the chanting grew louder at this; banging on steel drums grew louder, stamping feet went faster people smiled bigger.
Nia raises a fist into the air and suddenly there was silence, no lingering noise, everyone stopped immediately.
"My people! We have suffered; we have been cast aside, but no more! They will look at us and bow as they should. For now we are even stronger; the mighty Wanheda is ours! Let's show them how we things in the North!" People cheer and scatter, music starts playing and people start dancing.
Nia turns to Clarke, "Do not worry child, I will not ask of you what you are not willing. Our people like a show, let's give them one." Nia leads Clarke down some stone steps and within the people, they start conversing and Clarke is swept away by it all, it seems so surreal. Never had she knew so much, seen so much happening at one time. Everyone appeared happy, and for moment Clarke was content that she was the cause of it.
update shall be soon got most of this wrote up :D ...edit: Many thanks to strange jenny ;p for pointing out the translations being absent, I blame writing this at 5 am, then posting tipsy lmao...any other issues let me know...Do you like the translations next to the sentences or would you prefer them at the bottom? cheers jenny!