Hi people
I know that many of you is waiting for my other two stories to be finally updated but well...writer's block is a bitch and betas have life.

After 3×07...just no. In words of our beloved Clarke: No, I won't accept that. So I decided to come up with something what is as far from cannon as possible.

Disclaimer: I own nothing...except for grammatical mistakes - that's all mine.

Big thanks to awesome NutHeda who decided to beta this and decided to even look through first chapters. So THANKS!

Only things you need to know before you start reading is that Clarke and her people are actually Grounders and Lexa with her people are Arkers. Don't predict anything from cannon. As I said I want to be as far as possible from that thing.

OK...enough of my babbling and let's go. I hope you will like it. Remember, comments are the best thing you can give to author.


She was a nightblood - something she never wanted. She wanted to run around freely and play with other kids, but she couldn't because she was supposed to be the next commander. There were plenty of nightbloods, but everyone knew she will be the one chosen by spirit. Even the current commander took a liking in her, and acts like she will become her successor.

Training, talk with commander about politics, and more training - that was a life of young Clarke kom Trikru.

She was 13 summers old when her world was supposed to change forever.

Clarke was a nightblood; someone who's blood has black color. They were supposed to be faster, stronger and smarter than usual people. They were also the only people who could be chosen as commander. Every nightblood was taken to Polis to be trained and prepared for the possibility that they will be the chosen one.

It was the usual day for Clarke. She was in training circle sparing with her friend Octavia. Octavia was only 11 summers old, but she was the only one who could put up at least a little fight with Clarke. She wasn't a nightblood, but none of the generals had time to train her solely, because they were in middle of a war.

When Clarke disarmed the other girl and pinned her to ground, her mentor came to up them. "Good job, Clarke."

Clarke got up and helped her friend follow. When Octavia was back up they both bowed to Clarke's mentor. He was one of the strongest warriors in their clan. Actually he was chosen to be a general at a really young age, and now he was one of commander's best war advisers. His name is Kane.

"Kane! Can I fight with you now?" Clarke was eager to finally get in some real fighting experience. "Or we can go hunt." She liked hunting with him. He was a great mentor who taught her many great things.

Kane just shook his head and chuckled at his second. "No I came here to tell you that you are the last ones here." Clarke looked around the training ground and there was really no one. "So go eat you two." With that he turned around and started to walk away. "And eat fast. In hour I'll be waiting for you at front gate. We will go hunt." He didn't even turn around because he knew that Clarke would already have a huge grin on her face.

Clarke and Octavia got to table which was already occupied by their friends. The first one who greeted them was Raven. "I don't believe you two have ever stayed there for so long." Raven was one summer older than Clarke. She was an apprentice of the best blacksmith in Polis, and she was already better than her master. It was not uncommon for someone came to her master, Sinclair, and wanting a weapon crafted by Raven. She was also Clarke's sister. Not by blood, but for both girls it felt like that. Clarke's mother, Abby, found a five summers old Raven in woods, and when she heard that girl's mother never took care of her she decided to bring her home. Raven wanted to run away soon after, but the whole family was nice to her. She always put it away for a day until she didn't want to run away anymore, and now she was happy she stayed.

Bellamy ran to Octavia to look her over. "Are you OK?" Bellamy was the oldest of them. He joined the guard and a few days ago he was chosen as the commander's new personal guard. It was a huge honor to be apart of the personal guard of Commander Diana, especially since he has seen only 16 summers. He was Octavia's older brother, and the siblings were really close. Their father died before Octavia was even born and their mother wasn't close to them at all.

Octavia just waved her brother off. "I'm fine Bell. You should see how Clarke defeated me. It was amazing." Her eyes shined with thrill. Octavia really liked her sparring with Clarke. The blonde girl always gave her advice on how to fight better. It almost felt like she was Clarke's second.

Everyone at the table laughed.

Clarke was happy to be around her friends, but couldn't stop the pang of pain when she thought about the fact that she could be chosen as the next commander at any minute. If that happens, then she wouldn't be able to see her friends anymore, at least not in the same way.

Raven pointed at Clarke. "Jake wanted to see you. You ran from our house so fast this morning that he didn't get the chance to catch you."

"What does father want?" The blonde girl frowned. She didn't know what he could be wanting to talk about. They spoke every night when she came back from her training.

Dark haired girl shrugged. "I don't know. He just told to me that if I see you to tell you to talk with him as soon as possible."

"Thanks Raven. I guess he is in the tower with Commander." Clarke sighed and got up. "See you, later."

They all looked at her and said in unison. "See you, Princess." They started to call her that because they knew she was special and calling her commander would be offensive to Diana. They could be actually killed for it if anyone outside of their circle hear them. As a result, Bellamy came up with this nickname one day. Clarke was really mad at him for it and kicked his ass that day. However the others liked it, so it became her new nickname.

She shook her head at her friends antics and ran to Polis tower.


She got to highest level in tower and saw her mother here.

Abby was the best healer in whole Polis, maybe even in all of the 12 clans, and the commander really appreciated her advice as much as Jake's. Clarke's father was one of Polis's architects. Thanks to him, this city was still standing and was unconquerable due to its huge walls, that were designed by him.

Abby looked at her daughter. "Clarke what are you doing here?"

"Dad wanted to talk to me. Do you know where he is?"

Before Abby could answer Kane joined them. "I'm glad I found you Clarke. Heda called a meeting and you'll go with me as my second."

Clarke nodded. "Sha, Kane." She waved goodbye to her mother and moved with her mentor to throne room.

There other generals were already with their seconds. Clarke straightened herself and held her head high. The commander nodded her greetings to Clarke and began to speak. "We are expecting an attack tonight. Our scouts have spied an army headed our way, with strong numbers." The murmuring started immediately.

One voice grew louder than the rest. "I told you, we should attack as first. This will lead to our deaths." Clarke hated this general. His name was Pike and all he believed in was war. Sadly, many generals nodded in agreement to his words.

"If we attack the violence will never end!" All eyes fell to Clarke. It was unusual for seconds to talk at these meetings, and especially in the tone Clarke came out with.

"You have no right to talk. You're just a second." Pike moved closer to her.

Kane placed himself between Clarke and Pike in a defensive position, ready for the slightest twitch of a hand. "Watch your tongue Pike. If you want a fight, I'll give you one." Both generals unsheathed their swords and were ready to attack when the Commander's voice stopped them. "Enough!" Diana turned to Clarke. "Seconds have no right to speak here! And Pike is right." After these words Clarke could see a smug grin spread across Pike's face. All she wanted was to punch him in that moment, but she knew of the consequences.

The Commander moved closer to Clarke and looked her in the eye. "You want peace Clarke?" The blonde girl nodded. "Then you will not be a part of fights. You will stand watch with the scouts, and inform us when enemy comes closer." Clarke wanted to argue, but Diana stopped her with a raised hand and spoke with authority. "You may be a nightblood, but that doesn't mean you will be treated better than the others. You will do as I say." Clarke just bowed her head and nodded. "Great. Now leave and prepare. I will talk with others about the defense of our beloved city."

Clarke clenched her jaw and nodded once again. "Sha, Heda." She felt Kane's hand on her shoulder. She was happy that her mentor at least wasn't upset with her. That's why she liked Kane - he wasn't like all these other idiots. He wanted peace.

She nodded her thanks to him for the simple gesture. The last thing she heard before she left room was commander's voice. "Pike, you'll be in charge of our forces tonight."

Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to talk with her father today. She sighed and moved to find Hannah who was in charge of the scouts.


It was deep into the night. Clarke was far away from Polis. She was up on highest tree around and watching her surroundings for any sign of the enemy, but there had been nothing for several hours now. Night wasn't too silent, neither was it too loud. There was nothing what could make her think an army was headed their way. Maybe the original scouts were wrong this time.

Then she smelt something in the air. She turned to Polis and what she saw stopped her heart for a moment. She saw flames in distance. She jumped to other trees to warn the other scouts, but no one was there. She didn't know what happened so she decided to jump to the ground.

When Clarke's feet hit the soft soil, she froze when she caught sight of the scene that had at some point unfolded. Bodies of scouts were scattered around her. She didn't understand anything. All she knew was that she needed to get into her city, and with that she ran in direction of Polis.

She was 13 summers old and she was supposed to be the next commander, but in one night everything went wrong.

She was on watch, she was supposed to see them, to stop them - but she didn't.

And now her people will bleed and die because she failed them. Jus drein jus daun.