Disclaimer - Do not own the 100 so wish I did ha.
AN- Set s3, just some scenes I can't shake. Hope you like. I've tried my best with Trigedasleng, hope I did ok.
Jus drein jus daun. — "Blood demands blood." How alike the sky people were to the Trigedakru; for Clarke took the blood of the Mountain men for all those that were lost and threatened of her own. As Clarke walked aimlessly her mind couldn't stop replaying the day's events in her mind – "did I have any other choice?" Clarke kept imagining different scenarios but all ended the same; her people dead. Even if Lexa had stayed she was sure many of her people would have died more than those that did, Clarke couldn't hate Lexa for the choice she made; she just had to carry the burden of the choices she made in the aftermath.
Clarke wasn't sure how long she had been walking; the burning in her legs told her it had been several long hours, if that wasn't enough, the darkening of the sky said plenty. Clarke closed her eyes and took a deep breath-she wasn't stopping to rest, she didn't deserve to take it easy; with that in mind, Clarke forged on, even the darkness of the unknown wasn't enough to deter her to take a break.
Rustling in the bushes however; Clarke reached for the knife hiding in the inside of her jacket. Clarke wasn't afraid of killing, she was afraid of being able to live with the knowledge of all the people she'd kill and still be able to carry on- what did that say about her? Was she a monster, she wasn't a good guy – "maybe there are no good guys." Her mum had said that, maybe to appease her, or lessen the guilt she herself felt for the deaths she was accountable for too, either way, death was a shadow they'd never lose.
Grounders!
Four, maybe six grounders flanked her; she could take two, maybe three but all six… Clarke steadied her shoulders and prepared for a fight.
Yet the fighting never came. Clarke looked at the grounders in shock, the adrenaline coursing through her body all that kept her up right.
"Chillau. Oso gaf gon glong yu, em chon teikau de maunon - Skai Kwin." Stay calm. We seek to join you, she who eliminates the mountain men–Sky queen. The tallest of the men speaks; he was dark skinned and tall, much similar in appearance to Lincoln.
"Sorry my grounder-speak is a little rusty, why do you call me queen?" Clarke understands some trigedasleng, although she didn't understand the reason behind these grounders words.
Clarke doesn't lower her knife till she is sure there is no threat.
"She who kills our enemy is no princess, but queen." The grounder speaks in broken English. Yet Clarke still doesn't understand, she was sky people, Lexa was their commander, wasn't this against their code?
"What about Lexa, she saved your people, why aren't you with her?" Clarke asks but fears the answer, is she ready to know where Lexa is?
The grounder who speaks spits on the ground in distaste at hearing Lexa's name. This puzzles Clarke even more. "Trikru nowe stelt don trikova. Leksa es kwel. Yu yuj Klok." Woods clan never hidden in shadows. Lexa is weak. You strong Clarke.
"But Lexa brought your people home?" Clarke asks puzzled still.
"Jus drein jus daun. Leksa denied the dead their blood. You did not." The grounder drops his knife at the feet of Clarke and falls to his knees, the other five grounders following soon after, and all repeat the same thing. "Yu gonplei oso gonplei. Nau oso gonplei yu." You fight our fight. Now we fight yours. The main grounder lifts his head from its bowed position to look at Clarke.
"Yu teikin?" The grounders look to Clarke expectantly, yet this is nothing at all like she expected to happen. Did she really want a bunch of grounders following her? She'd just left her people because she wanted space, needed to be away from the pitying and fearful looks that would ensue. As she looks at the grounders, all of them with their eyes on her, and was that hope she saw? Did they really think that highly of her?
"Yes." Clarke answers without even really thinking about it. "Sha." Clark answers again in trigedsleng and the grounders all bow their heads and start to chant "Heda, Heda, Heda," over and over.
"Nou mou beja." Clarke accepted their allegiance if that's what this was because the saying was true; keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. The trikru were neither friend nor enemy but she'd prefer them friend over enemy.
The grounders still kneel before Clarke. "You may stand." Clarke speaks and the grounders follow. Clarke does not smile even though she feels a surge of power and pride as the grounders follow her every word; she was after all Skaikru and she still bore the weight of her people, but she couldn't deny this felt a hell of a lot better than the guilt she felt when she left camp Jaha.
"One condition though; you speak like me. I'm from the sky and know that language best, I will learn yours better but for now - you're my people, I'm not yours." Clarke stands tall; there was no denying she was a commander in her own right.
The grounders look at each other and nod. "We know not your language well, but we try. We learn together." At this Clarke smiles a sad smile; together – that's all she wanted at the start, for the sky people and tree people to work together, and they were till Lexa betrayed them.
Lexa.
How would she react to her people following her? She didn't mind when they were working together, but for her people to choose herself over Lexa now that may not sit as well. Would she retaliate?
"Did you tell Lexa of your plans when you left?" Clarke couldn't stop herself from asking, she needed to know.
There's that look of anger again but the grounders do not spit this time as he replies to Clarke's question. "She was not best pleased. We told her of our anger at the retreat. Others did not like that we left you. We are not afraid to die, we willing to die to kill the mountain men." The grounder holds his knife in his palms before Clarke.
"This knife wanted the blood of my enemy. Leksa stopped that." Clarke listened as the grounder spoke and slowly started to understand. But if retreating and denying her people vengeance was that great a sin why didn't Lexa stay and fight? Surely the loss of a few was better than this shame they cast upon her - Then why did she leave, was their more to it?
"Lexsa did not like that we spoke so freely. Others would have come but they stay loyal to the commander even if they do not agree." The grounder spoke better than he let on. Grounder, Clarke didn't even know what they were called. "What are your names?"
"I am Ivo." The dark skinned grounder replies he speaks for the others and addresses them by their names. "Mira, Cassius, Easton, Milo, Kali." They all nod their head in greeting to which Clarke returns.
"Ivo, are you still welcome among your people? What were Lexa's words exactly when you left?" Clarke needs to understand if she'd left the Arc vulnerable.
"Leksa may be untrue in some words, but skaikru still safe from her. The Azgeda not." Clarke doesn't miss the bob of Ivo's adam's apple as he gulps concern evident even if he tries to hide it.
"How so?" Clarke questions the grip on the blade she still held at her side tightened. "Word spreads quickly, Klok kom skaikru, many now call you Riydio Wamplei – true death." This unnerves Clarke, what did this mean, was she a target now?
"Explain." Clarke's eyes narrow, Ivo looks to the others, Mira the only woman there now speaks.
"Heda Leksa kom trikru go to speak to Azgeda for you. Heda kom Azgeda is…" The grounders fear to carry on, the rumors spread vast, many feared this bringer of death but they were sure that joining the sky princess was the safest bet.
"300 Trikru, 300 Maungedakru…300 Azgeda?" Cassius speaks this time; it seems they all speak so as the blame falls on all not one. This saddens Clarke and confuses her, she never thought of her actions like that, how it would appear to others; she still had much to learn about the grounders ways. There were 12 clans and she knew of only a few, did they all feel this way?
"Leksa made peace. Everyone fear mountain men. Now no mountain men." Cassius continues.
"Heda kom Azgeda…uf uf uf" Easton talks in tridegasleng, he repeats himself to try and get his message across. "Power? He wants power?" Clarke asks and they all nod. "I don't want to hurt anyone. Lexa shouldn't speak for me, I can speak for myself. Where is this Azgeda?" Who did Lexa think she is…First she abandons Clarke and her people, now she goes to speak to some Ice king on her behalf; goodness knows what she would say. Clarke didn't trust Lexa to speak true of her, clearly these trikru didn't either.
"North. By water. We take you. After you get more knife." Ivo speaks once more a small smile tugs at his lip. "Heda Klok, shall we go?"
Clarke nods, " Lead the way." She follows after her people in search of more knives… Then onto the ice nation where she would no doubt come face to face with a guy who wanted her dead and someone who left her close to it. Could she not have a break from the crazy, or was she addicted to the game?
I'm hooked on this show and can't stop thinking of different things, which is great for my muse...It's been forgotten as of late, which is another thing I am grateful for this show for. Inspiration to write!