This is my first the 100 fic! Writing this with a good friend, and I am very excited to see how our vision takes form in this story. Reviews are much much appreciated!
Monaw.
Lexa voiced out her thoughts when the familiar sound of the Monaw. A swift feeling of panic came over the Commander replaced by the feeling of dread. Lexa knows she must act fast to be able to save her warrior and Clarke.
Clarke.
The thought of her name in her head made Lexa look at the girl beside her. She notices the panic on Clarke's face as a realization dawns on her. Quint did not kill her guard.
Quint. That traitor.
Lexa thought long and hard in a span of seconds. They were wasting their time in the woods, not knowing that the Monaw's ground was close. Although they have not seen or have been attacked by it for a while, now was not the time to be afraid.
"Run!" Lexa screamed at her companions. Clarke followed behind the three of them as Lexa led them to hide away from a creature she knows they cannot outrun, especially with Clarke's injury. Seeing the blood flow from the wound Quint has given her made the Grounder Commander hell bent on exacting her justice. Clarke is her equal. The alliance the girl introduced was exactly what she needed to instill balance in the clans that she has unified.
But was that all she expected from the girl?
Seeing her for the first time reminded Lexa of only one person. Costia. Not a lot of her people have a light shade of hair like Costia or even have her eyes, the color of the sky when rain would not come and the sun is harsh. Harsh like her demeanor, that was Costia. She was not to be taken lightly. A true and honorable warrior until her end, an equal. Her equal.
Clarke is my equal.
They reach a clearing, a ruined structure that once held animals before they became the creatures that they are now. Silence followed as the reach an entrance to a cage they can use to hide. Lexa stops as she notices the silence, thoughts barely clouding her senses. She looks over at Clarke and her guard to keep quiet as she turned around, looking for the Monaw and stunned as the creature takes them by surprise by jumping in front of them.
The next moments barely register to Lexa as she watches the Blonde run along side her. It is only when she feels a sharp pain on her shoulder that she realizes that both she and Clarke have jumped a from a couple of stories above the concrete they have landed on.
The commander almost doesn't make it through the cage doors as the Monaw gets a hold of her feet.
It was the end. She knew it was the end. Her eyes never leave her Sky counterpart, wanting the blonde's face to be the last thing she ever saw.
Bang.
Bang.
Lexa looks around her only to find out that Clarke has saved her life. She frowns.
Why would Clarke do something so foolish? Her thoughts are interrupted as her nostrils are invaded by the blonde's scent, leaving the Commander powerless as the concept of personal space disappears between them. Her eyes look away as the blonde ties a piece of cloth to use as her a sling for her injured shoulder.
She tells the Skaikru's young leader that she has once again showed weakness. Lexa laughs bitterly in her head as she tells Clarke that caring is a sign of weakness. How dare she say those things when a large amount of the care she has in her body was directed towards the very same girl across her?
Their conversation is cut off by the sounds of the Monaw echoing through the small cage. They both lean against the wall, panting slightly at the thought of having to face the creature once again.
"Death is not the end, Clarke." Lexa says, trying to comfort the other girl. Her heart flutters as she hears Clarke mutter something about her spirit staying where it is, and for the third time that day, she gets lost into her thoughts of the blonde who reminded her strongly of her lost love.
Lexa, sat against a tree root, cradles her shoulder as she watches the blonde in a restless sleep, the Monaw's growling still heard at a distance. She knew how much Clarke cared for the one they called Bellamy. Lexa frowns as she realizes how much the thought of Clarke caring for Bellamy, loving him even, bothered her.
After one particular loud growl from the creature trapped in the samge cage they were in earlier, Clarke snaps up, looking around with paranoia. Lexa's heart breaks a little as she sees the panic coursing through the blonde.
"It's okay. You're safe." She calls out to the other girl, now sat up just a few paces before her.
You will always be safe with me.
Pain shoots through Lexa's shoulder as her exhaustion gets the better of her. As she and Clarke neared camp, they start to slow their pace. Seeing the blood seep through the deep wound Quint gave Clarke made Lexa feel even worse than the injuries she attained. As much as Lexa wanted to keep the silence and lament on the fact that she had admitted that the blonde's heart shows no sign of weakness, Clarke began to speak, "I'm sorry about your guard, Lexa" she says.
Leksa. The sound of her name of Clarke's lips almost made her face the girl. Almost.
"It was not your fault. His fight is over." Lexa continues to walk as she sees the entrance, still avoiding to turn and look at Clarke, look into her eyes as blue as the sky under a harsh sun.
"Yu gonplei ste odon" Lexa finally turns to Clarke as she heard the girl whisper, empathy in her voice.
"Em gonplei ste odon. His fight is over" Lexa corrects Clarke. The Commanders heart stammers for a moment, noticing Clarke's interest in her native tongue.
"Heda!" screams her people and that was how she let the stammering stop, put her heart aside.
Hod in ste kwelnes. Love is weakness.
