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The 1OO All Seasons
Rating
M for Language and Violence [As well as my own safety]
Disclaimer
All rights of The 1OO including the characters belong to Jason Rothenberg, Warner Bros. and Alloy Entertainment. This product is a one-hundred percent non-profitably project.
Main Characters
Anya
Clarke Griffin
Lexa
Lincoln
A/N
Italic dialogue in english is spoken in Trigedasleng!
If there's dialogue written in Trigedasleng it's because the POV doesn't speak it and hence can't understand it any more than you. Though I'm sure that there are many crazy fans out there, like myself, who actually can read it. Some words like Seken, Maunon, and Heda are used when the spoken language is English as well.
Originally I planned to publish this story in June '16. Then my computer crashed and deleted the file with hundred pages already written, and I didn't feel like rewriting it all from scratch for a very long time. Now I've decided to return to it and turn the storyline upside down.
Anyhow…
Due to Clarke being one of the grounders and not one of the 100, lots of stuff will differ from the show, though major events will still occur. Destiny will be very dark, just like the show, and with every chapter it will get darker. The main ship will be Clexa, but it's slowburn. As in very slow.
One last thing; due to my job I won't have the chance to update regularly. I'm on lots of seminars for the next few years and haven't worked in the same town I live for a while now; I have to shuttle up to 200km on a regular basis. I try to write as much as possible, but you have to be very patient with me on this one!
sincerely your roman soldier
~ Mindoir
Prolog
The trees sway in the soft winds back and forth, emitting the beautiful sounds of rustling leaves. Birds chirp as they hop from crown to crown or pick the berries off the twigs from the smaller bushes. Not far away a small river runs between the trees and gives the sounds of nature a low but constant background noise.
In the midst of all this, blonde hair is sprawled across the grass and blue eyes stare up into the cloudless sky. A smile adorns the pale face as small feet hurry closer.
"Clarke!", a voice calls out.
"Ugh", is all Clarke can get out, as the young girl collapses on her and pushes the air out of her. "Careful, little natblida", she finally breathes as she pushes some brown streaks of hair out of the girl's face. "I still need those lungs."
Madi only giggles and rolls off the blonde until she lies right next to her in the grass and stares up at the sky, too. Clarke puts an arm around her slender body and pulls her closer, pinching her slightly in the side as revenge, earning only more giggles from the girl.
"Can you-", she begins to ask but is immediately interrupted.
"Gonasleng, Madi."
"-tell me a story?"
"Again?", Clarke sighs, knowing which story she wants to hear. The very one she told far more often than she can count. "You must know it as well as I myself by now. Why don't you tell it?"
"It's not the same."
"Fine", Clarke smiles as those green eyes literally beg her. The warrior in her might have earned her reputation for many reasons, but the part that is mother was never able to resist this pleading look.
"It all began many years ago, when I was just a little girl. A lot smaller than I am now, and even smaller than you. In fact, I was smaller than most of the other children my age. I have never really left the safety of my home, because where I lived, I couldn't go outside, I couldn't feel the air blowing my hair, or the sun burning my skin. I couldn't go swimming or climbing trees. I didn't even know what a horse or a wolf looked like. All I had from the ground, was the view when I watched through large windows and stared down at earth from miles above, because I lived between the stars, surrounded by metal. I didn't have many friends. On most days there were only my parents and my most faithful companion; a small teddy bear with only one eye. But one day, everything changed. The spirits guided me down to earth to fulfill a destiny I didn't even know I had: I-"
"You were to protect heda, to end a war, to slay the monsters, to save the reaped, and to bring peace to the clans", Madi interrupts Clarke with a serious, but awestruck voice.
"Hey, I thought you wanted me to tell the story?"
"Apologies", she grins sheepishly.
"But you're right. I was to do all those things. But what was the real destiny, the spirits imposed on me?"
"You were to command death and life."
Clarke nods a sad smile. For a long time, she resented her destiny, resented what the spirits chose her for. But after everything, she's glad that she has been chosen for this, and not someone who might have never thought with their heart, and only with their head.
.oOo.
I was born / In a prison
No hope / For escape
I got used / To the silence
Cause I'm stuck / In my cage
I heard a voice / But I could not follow
It was a language / I didn't know
I've seen a light / And it used to blind me
Was it real / Or just a dream
You cannot miss
What you have never seen before
But deep inside you know there must be more
And as I left / No one tried to stop me
So I learned:
I was always as free / As I wanted to be
I was always as free / As a bird
I was always as free / As I wanted to be
But I was just too scared to see who I could be
[Prisoner by Stumfol]
.oOo.
It rains across the thick forests of Trigeda. The animals hide in their nests, the people in the safety of their homes. Only some warriors scout the surroundings, walk their patrols, observant as ever, protecting their people. There's no sound of birds chirping or children laughing, only the splatter of water hitting the ground and winds rustling the leaves. Then there's an outcry of pain, followed by a roar of a monster.
"Run!", a teenage boy shouts to his two comrades when he sees the sharp teeth sinking into the body of their leader, snapping the head clean off.
He turns away immediately, sprinting past the other scouts, both few years older than him, who stare in shock at the bloody picture. It takes them a few seconds and another frantic scream to fall into action themselves.
The boy runs through the forest, barely dodging the trees, when his foot slips on the wet ground and he crashes face first into the dirt. The fall caught him so much by surprise that he halts for a moment, before he realizes that the monster is still running after him.
He heaves himself off the ground as his comrades run past him. "Get up", the older of the two urges him and grabs his arm, to help him back on his feet.
"Thank you", the scout breathes before beginning to charge into the direction of his home village again.
As he gets closer to his destination, a young female figure suddenly emerges from the bushes, a war cry on her lips, followed by a taller woman with fury in her eyes. They both have the paint of a warrior on their faces and their weapons drawn and jump straight into the giant beast which has caught up with the group of men.
"Now!", the woman shouts when the monster comes to a halt, seemingly confused about the display right in front of it, and arrows rain down on the giant beast.
It roars again and snatches some of the arrows away, but most hit their mark, slowly drawing blood from it. But instead of doing real damage, they only infuriate it more.
Nonetheless the woman and girl take this distraction as a chance and jump at the beast, sinking their blades deep into the hide and muscle.
It throws its massive pranks, each bigger than a man's head, wildly into the rough directions of the two and snaps at them, but misses by long shots. Its blind rage weakens his attacks and they simply dodge anything and prepare to strike again, before they fall back and another hail of arrows rains from the trees.
A couple of minutes later, the beast doesn't even twitch anymore, dozens of arrows stick out of its body, and blood pours from several wounds. Tinting the hide in a dark red.
Several other warriors emerge from the trees and pull out intact arrows, whereat the woman pulls the girl a few meters away.
"Well done, seken", she praises her, but neither her voice nor her face really back up any of the words. Her hard eyes are surrounded by dark kohl, making the blank expression only more emotionless.
"Thank you", the girl thanks for it anyway, with her head tilted downwards in respect, breathing heavily. If the scout had been to the capitol more often, he would've recognized the girl's warpaint as the typical forms natblida wear in battle before they become heda; a long black stripe across both eyes with a single stroke down the cheeks, as if tears left their tracks.
"You need to be more careful, child", the woman turns around to chastise the young scout who only huffs in response. He's anything but a child. From the looks he's older than the woman's second, even if not by many years. "What is your name?"
He puffs out his chest, rests a hand on his hunting knife and stares proudly into the woman's eyes. "Lincoln."
to be continued...
A/N
Before the questions erupt, here three answers:
Yes, we started a couple of years in the future, before we jumped a couple of years into the past. It will have been the only glimpse this far into the future for now, though.
Yes, the girl in the prolog is Madi. How she became Clarke's daughter in the Destiny SAGA, will be shown, too. But not for a damn long time.
Yes, the prolog was very short. Believe me when I say, it's by far the shortest chapter in Destiny: Trikru.
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