A/N: This is the first story I have ever published on this site. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the 100; it belongs to the CW and Jason Rothenberg. No copyright infringement is intended.

There is a legend brewing in the woods. The people's whispers tell of a warrior unmatched in strength and resolve, but with a conscience and a heart of equal import to her character.

Among the Tri Kru, she is known as Klark Kom Skaikru.

Among her own people, she is Clarke of the Sky People.

Before our truce, she incinerated over 300 of our finest so that the Skaikru could survive. She escaped the Mountain Men with Anya Kom Tri Kru, forged a truce with Heda Lexa through the sacrifice of a loved one, and constantly protected the peace through her shrewdness and temerity, all to save our people and hers from the monsters within the mountain that dared to call themselves "human".

She planned, fought, and bled with the Tri Kru, earned our admiration, and, rumour has it, the eye of the Heda herself.

And despite this, our people – our Commander – betrayed her. Left her to fend for herself outside the mountain, after bargaining for the lives of our own. We dishonoured ourselves, the alliance, and those we were to save.

And yet, Klark Kom Skaikru liberated her people from their stone prison, wiping out the spectres within that had haunted the Tri Kru since the very beginning. The blood drainers ceased to exist among the living, at the utterance of her command.

Now, they say, she roams the woods alone, away from the Ark the Skaikru call home. Her lieutenant, Bellamy, now watches over their people, as she bears the burden of loss and torment in solitude.

Some among us call her the Angel of Death; others, the Golden Wolf, for her tresses – the colour of sunlight, some say – and her fierceness, even in isolation. She is watched for when our hunters prowl; every one among them hopes to catch a glimpse of this enigma of a woman.

Already, she is remembered in our stories; and yet, we know, she has only just begun.

And so starts the legend of Klark Kom Skaikru.