Disclaimer: The 100 and all of its characters are the property of Jason Rothenberg and the CW. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I do not gain anything financially from writing this story.
Author's Note: I am new to The 100 fandom, but Lexa is a character that instantly captivated me. I really wanted to know more about her, where she came from, and the choices she made. This story is my attempt to better understand her character. This is my first FanFiction, so feedback is very much appreciated, just please be kind. I hope you enjoy it. And remember, death is not the end.
Chapter 1
A single arrow pierced the night sky, shattering all Lexa kom Trikru knew. The tip of the arrow was on fire, and the archer's aim was true. Young Lexa awoke to the roof of her hut engulfed in flames. The arrow was the first of many. Volley after volley of flaming arrows fell on her village. She struggled to comprehend what she was seeing as flames licked up the walls of her home. She choked on the smoke, her eyes watering.
"Lexa!"
It was her mother. Lexa reached out in the direction of her voice. Her mother swept her up in her strong arms and carried her out of the hut.
The scene outside was chaos. Fire. Smoke. Screaming. Crying. But the arrows had stopped their steady descent on her village. It must be over, she thought.
That was when she heard the battle cries. An army of warriors charged through the tree line, their faces covered in white war paint. Azgeda. The Ice Nation. War had finally found them.
"Mother! Father!" Lexa cried.
Her father appeared before her, his sword in hand. He knelt in front of his young daughter.
"No matter what you see here tonight, remember that life can be more than this. You can be more-"
His last words were cut off as a sword pieced his chest from behind.
"NOOOOOO!" Lexa cried.
In the same breath, Lexa's mother picked up her father's sword. She exchanged blow after blow with her husband's killer, matching the Azgeda warrior every step. When the warrior stumbled backwards on a tree root, she did not hesitate. In one confident swoop of the sword, she freed his head from his body. It was a clean cut. The head rolled towards Lexa and came to a stop at her feet, dead eyes staring back at her. Her heart swelled with pride at her mother's fighting prowess. She had avenged her father. Lexa looked up at her mother right as the arrow pierced her neck. Their eyes locked as her mother fell to the ground, reaching for Lexa. Lexa crumpled on the ground next to her, defeated and broken. Her family, her home, her village, all obliterated by the Ice Nation.
"Yu gonplei ste odon," Lexa whispered to her parents. Your fight is over.
Paralyzed with grief and cradling her mother's body in her arms, Lexa did not notice the young Azgeda warrior approach her. He was just a kid, barely older than her. His face was covered in blood, the blood of her people. He froze when he saw her, shocked to see a survivor among the rubble.
"Roan!" A voice called from the other side of her village. "Any survivors over there? Your mother's instructions were clear. We are to leave no one alive."
The boy looked directly in Lexa's eyes as he prepared to respond. Her face was set with a steely resolve, hatred burning through her green eyes. But there was something else, too…
"No," he replied. "There are none alive here. Our work here is done."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Lexa alone… the sole survivor of her village.