Hi there. So, I haven't done something like this in years, my computer broke with my old stories and eventually I just forgot about all of this and didn't bother with trying to revive my older stories. I recently though got back into writing and decided since I didn't finish my old ones and didn't even have my old stories to work with, I would just rewrite them. And I just felt how I wrote them wasn't the best. So, with this one I'm rewriting my older Grounder Princess story. I already have about 18,000 words typed up but I'm just posting this little bit to see the reaction I might get. Plus, it's a little frustrating when you're writing and you have no one to motivate you but yourself. So, read this, if you like it, if you don't, let me know and I'll continue from there. I of course do not own any of these characters. Thanks!
Chapter 1. The Fall
Clarke huffed as she listened to another councilmen try to debate the others over something stupid again. She glanced to her left at Anya who was taking the brunt of it but showed no signs of annoyance. She tsked, Anya was much better at hiding her emotions then Clarke was.
"Anya, please, I just don't see why we can't just rely solely on the stream as our summer source of food. We can plant crops in the soft soil around it and not have to worry about them going dry and dying." The thin councilmen to her right begged. Anya glared at him and raised her palm.
"You seem to be having a hard time understanding my reasoning councilmen. That stream is a mile away from our line of territory, heading straight for the mountain men's. They, or anyone else could easily poison the stream leaving us with no food, no water, and create sick in our village. I don't see your simple mind coming up with a solution for that so consider yourself overruled and ignored." Anya snapped irritably. The old man sputtered as he sat down, looking for help from his fellow members. Seeing that no help was coming Anya stood and waved her hands at them.
"We'll finish this tomorrow, you all are dismissed." All of them stood and bowed before exiting the tent. Anya sighed as she pressed her palm against her forehead, looking up to Clarke. Clarke frowned down at her and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly.
"I don't understand how our village could be filled with such idiots…" Anya mumbled to Clarke. Clarke let a small smirk pull at her lips.
"Well if you would like, they can all be killed in the middle of the night and disposed of. No one would know." Anya barked out a laugh as she raised her head, shaking it.
"If it were only that easy, they are required to be here and fight with me on everything. It would be much simpler if you took over, maybe they'd listen to you better." Clarke raised her hands and shook her head.
"No way I'm putting up with them. Though I am flattered, I don't think I'd be the right person for the job." Anya shook her head and stood, motioning for Clarke to follow her. She followed Anya out of the tent, her hand pushing the fabric away as she exited. The warm breeze hit her making her smile. The summer was much more enjoyable then the winter. She wasn't very good with the cold, getting cold fairly easy. She kept pace with Anya as they walked the village, children laughing in between adults. Smiles were offered to both of them as they observed everything. It was all so very peaceful but that didn't mean Clarke wasn't on guard.
The whole meaning of her job was to be on guard and protect Anya at all times as her second. She was only chosen by Anya a few years ago before she won her 7th battle against Azgeda, the Ice Nation. Triku was still at war with Queen Nia but have ceased attacking for the time being because of the amounting losses both sides felt. During the first battles they entered Anya took Clarke as her second, needing protection more than anything through that time. After the last battle Clarke was named Wanheda for her countless victories in battle and continued to be Anya's second. She was also renowned for her healing skills, having been apprenticed under Nyko since she was a child. Her mother made sure of that before she passed. She didn't become serious about it until she couldn't save her father in battle, her medical knowledge not up to what it should have been at the time. Clarke grimaced thinking about it. If only she had tried harder in her practices maybe her father would still be here with her and not just in spirit.
Anya noticed her downcast expression and stopped, looking straight at Clarke.
"It is not healthy to dwell on the past Clarke. Your father nor mother would want you to." Clarke looked at Anya and smiled slightly, nodding at her.
"Of course, I just got lost in thought." Anya showed her a rare smile, opening her mouth to say something but was cut off by a long groan in the wind. A warning signal was blown by one of their scouts. Clarkes hand, out of habit, grabbed the hilt of her sword, immediately looking around for any danger that might spring out. Mothers and fathers rushed their children into their homes, both men and women gearing up with their weapons in case of an attack. Another groan resonated through the wind, this one louder and not familiar. All eyes were directed to the sky as something fell. Something big and black almost.
Fire incased itself around the object as it fell, burning as it shattered through the atmosphere. No one spoke, too entranced in the weird object to say anything. Everyone watched as it fell from the sky before hitting the ground. A black puff of smoke, almost a mile wide filled with debris and dirt erupted from the crashed object. Trees were heard breaking as the object tore its way through the ground before silence. Only birds trying to evacuate the area were heard. As the surprise of it all died down, eyes turned to the two of them.
Clarke released her sword and turned to Anya in a professional manner, her back straight, arms by her side, and legs together.
"Commander, your orders?" Clarke stated clearly. Anya sighed before looking over her village.
"Everyone is to keep to their daily routine though staying inside and being alert is preferred." Anya addressed everyone before turning to Clarke. "You're with me Wanheda." Clarke nodded to Anya and started to follow her back to the main tent. A headache started to form as she thought of all of the screaming and yelling she was about to hear.
Much to Clarkes surprise, the head Commander of the Twelve Clans, Lexa, did not appear like everyone expected her to. But, much to Clarkes dismay, there were rumors that Tristan may be sent in her place if things went south. Clarke would much prefer Lexa, having known her since childhood then the asshole of a man Tristan. Clarkes nose scrunched up at just the thought of him.
It had been a few weeks since the mysterious object, now known as some type of pod, landed in their territory from the sky. What surprised everyone was that there was people on the pod. People who were alive. They were named Sky people from their very, unwelcomed visit from the clouds. Clarke had dispatched Lincoln, another of her childhood friends, as a scout to observe and learn more from them. She was not worried about Lincoln, he had fought beside her before, so she knew what he was capable of.
"Speaking of that…" Clarke muttered to herself. Clarke walked out of her tent, pushing her door of fabric aside and made her way to Anya. Hearing the bickering from a few feet away she groaned, already regretting her decision. Not one of the people in the main tent acknowledged her presence as she walked to Anya's side. Anya notice her and waved her over. Clarke stopped beside her, noticing the bags under Anya's eyes and the slightly slouched position she had sitting in her chair.
"No sleep?" Clarke asked worriedly. Anya smiled softly and waved at her dismissively.
"Sleep isn't that much of an importance at a time like this. What is it you need Clarke?" Anya said turning her head back to the bickering men and women as they discussed ideas for their next course of action.
"Commander I was going to make you aware that I am going to report to Lincoln to gather information on the Sky People." Anya looked up at her, her lips twitching.
"Are you sure you can't take me with you?" Anya joked lightly but on the inside Clarke could tell she was serious. Clarke laughed at her friend.
"While I would love your company Anya it would seem as if you were a little busy, would it not?" Clarke said nodding her head to the side in the direction of the still yelling councilmembers. She heard a loud sigh come from her commander.
"You are allowed to report Clarke." Clarke nodded and turned to walk away but a hand around her wrist stopped her. Her eyes found Anya looking at her with concern.
"And please be careful." She warned her. Clarke rolled her eyes slightly, a smile tugging at her lips. Clarke did a mock bow in front of her.
"Of course, Commander." She turned away and threw a small wave over her shoulder before exiting. She stepped out of the tent. She was greeted with a seemingly empty village. Most stayed inside their homes in fear of the unknown, only going out when in need of food and water. Clarke walked to her tent, grabbing her bag with her supplies for the journey. Her hand ran over the hilt of her sword again out of habit, her body just wanting to make sure it was there. She tightened the bag over her shoulder, making sure it stayed before heading out.
That was just a small little..intro I guess to what I'm writing. I would love to hear what you think about it and your reaction. Thanks!