Chapter 1 – Brolgeda (Battlefield)

Updated Author's Note: I started this fanfiction March 9th, 2015. Between then and now I ended up no longer having internet access causing me to temporarily abandon this fanfiction at chapter 11. I never felt right abandoning this fanfiction (partially because I had already outlined up to chapter 25), and I have decided to return and complete this fanfiction. Since it had been so long, I decided to review chapters 1-11 and re-upload them with edits before posting the new chapter. This is to ensure continuity, and there should be no major changes to any of the chapters. If you have read up through chapter 11, you should be able to start at chapter 12 with no issues. I hope you all enjoy reading as I have enjoyed writing. I will try to note any important changes in previously posted chapter. For this one, I changed chapter title to something more appropriate. As an added reminder, this fic takes place after 2.15 and before 2.16. The Mount Weather battle goes down differently and diverges from the actual storyline.

Original Author's Note: I am very anxious for what is going to happen on Wednesday, so I am writing my anxieties away. This may end up being a long fic, but I have a tendency to get distracted and not continue… per my Cophine fic. Just hit me up at theliesloverhear on tumblr, and I will continue writing. This takes place after ep 2.15

Maybe she had too much faith or maybe she was too full of trust, but unlike with Bellamy Clarke's faith in Lexa was not rightfully placed. She was wrong to put so much trust in someone who displayed a heart so cold. She was wrong to believe that Lexa would place Skaikru on the same level as Trikru. To believe that Lexa would aid them in rescue and in war was her mistake. But the truth was Lexa's heart wasn't as cold as everyone was lead to believe. She placed that mask on her face and on her heart to protect herself. It was a false bravado, and as Lexa had said she made her choice with her head not her heart. Because if the grounder Heda had made the choice with her heart and not her head, she would have not turned her back. She would not have walked away, and Clarke would not know the suffocating feeling of Lexa's betrayal. But that was all over now. Mount Weather had been taken. It went almost exactly as planned. Almost.

Clarke had known that plunging a knife into Finn wouldn't make anyone happy. It wasn't to make herself happy, and it certainly wasn't to bring Raven any peace. But the thought of Finn having to suffer the pain of eighteen deaths outweighed the pain of her taking his life. She had control of that. She could control his pain and suffering. Still, his eyes haunted her. And now, Raven's death would haunt her. If she had only gotten there moments sooner, that bullet wouldn't have passed through her skull. They could have shot her in side, but no. They shot her face, permanently disfiguring her body, and somehow Clarke's people were the monsters. But at the time, she didn't have any room to weep. Instead, it was a rain of bullets through their chests and knives slashing their throats. Wick ended up surviving the battle although Clarke was sure a part of him wished he had died in Raven's place. She had fought hard, but she had lost. None of it was fair, and none of them expected it to be.

After a final sweep of Mount Weather, they collected the bodies of their fallen. Clarke collected Raven. In the Mount Weather attack, her soldiers were told only to attack those who had weapons and attacked them. Those who survived the radiation due to treatments were allowed to stay at Mount Weather or come with them should they wish. Some chose to stay, many chose to come. It wasn't their idea. There wasn't much left to the mountain. It had been tainted by the blood of their loved ones. Clarke was understanding; she spoke to them in a way that was able to resonate. But some of these people resented the sky people for the deaths of those close to them. So they stayed. Gathering up the people who wished to return to Camp Jaha, they began their voyage back. The children were carried for the most part. Their eyes were wide and scared, but they were comforted by their people.

All Clarke remembers from the trip back is that while Bellamy carried a young orphaned boy, she pulled the body of her former friend.