If you haven't watched season 2 yet, do so before reading this. There's not major spoilers but, it does follow each episode pretty loosely.
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Edit: Third person; combined chapter one and two...didn't want chapters too seem choppy. Sorry for all the changes xx
(Takes place 1x13-2x01)
Lexa
"How many casualties, Job?"
She was furious. Too forceful, even, for her own liking. The grooves in her teeth were grinding against each other and she paced out of habit.
"At least 200, commander. Possibly more."
What? No, that was impossible. Delinquents were not supposed to do this. They were inexperienced, lost, scared kids who happened to get lucky with supplies. Now, her officer is telling her that they burned 300 people alive. This wasn't about to happen. Not with Lexa around.
"Bring me Indra," Lexa commanded. She slammed her fist on the table causing it to sting. She paced some more, eager to shed the rightful blood.
"I... Wouldn't recommend that, commander."
"Why not?" She inquired. It was amusing to see even grown men scared of her at her worst.
"With the recent deaths and the numerous of our own injured, it would be devastating to risk."
She nodded. She couldn't force herself to think straight when that furious. She forced herself to calm, closing eyes in the process, with the reminder that jus drein jus daun.
Lexa decided if she wanted to get anywhere leading the people that she would be expected and required to listen to certain thoughts.
"Go on."
"Indra will lead a war. A good one at that, but she will recklessly sacrifice the best men. It's best to take a break from the bloodshed."
The survivors could still put up a defense of they gave them enough time to prepare. Although, Lexa hoped their enemies wouldn't interfere with that.
"It's both a blessing and a misfortune- that the mountain had to take the Sky People and some of our own in that area. I agree, Indra is a good choice for circumstances that require it. But if we must get anything done, we shall not let the remaining prepare for another attack."
"What are you suggesting?"
Job fiddles around a bit, unsure of his words in the Commander's presence.
"Help, commander."
She gave him a pondering look.
"We need aid from other clans, Commander. It was wise if they had an army instead of the total now."
She thought about their risky position with the other 12 clans and sighed. It was a little too risky. They were not exactly on the best terms nor in any position to ask for help.
"I fear their answer. However, I anticipate their reaction knowing that a group of Sky People won a battle against us."
"The Tree Crew is strong, but in numbers we are stronger."
Unfortunately, the Ice Nation was out of question until further notice. If they needed help, any help at all...she regretted the option.
"Request help from The Sand Nation."
Zona
The weather is exceptionally cold this time of year. There is no snow on the ground; just cold, pale sand. She could feel the frost through her bones when she lifted the covers from the bed. She was encased in silk sheets that cradled wounds from practice. She hate getting injured; her wounds never seemed to heal in a timely manner.
She slipped nightwear off slowly and put on rightful Commander-esque attire; forcing her shoulder to remain in place so she wouldn't shout in pain from the previous dislocation. She had read in the library from one of the medicine books that a hot bath and massages would be decent remedies. According to those same books, it was apparent that she had a concussion, a sprained ankle, and was dehydrated.
The Sand Nation: known for arts and knowledge.
When push came to shove, the army was prepared in more ways than one as mining helped factories' production of armor and weaponry. She hoped agriculture will be a suitable ally in the years to come. The nation was proud to be the closest thing to civilized.
Despite the advancements her growing nation was making, Commander Zona became irritated when minor things were done to liking. She was raised as a hunter and a scavenger that wandered the forests in knee-deep mud and grime and acquired blisters and scars from sharp debris grazing by skin. Not to mention the poisonous plants to keep an eye out for.
She hated being waited on. It's quite a nice gesture, but she couldn't feel humble accepting someone to treat her like royalty. She knew she was far from it. Only recently had Zona been able to request they wait outside the bedroom chambers instead of waking and dressing her. The medieval era had long passed.
She peered from lavish curtains and see that they were doing as she wished from them. It was quite a pleasant morning. She hoped to get in some horseback riding to Veda's farm later, paying respects to Veda on losing her husband not a week ago. Her vegetables were better than any she'd ever tasted. Perhaps the simple life brought back a splendid attraction that transported her to a younger time.
"Commander?"
She became lost in thought often; it was a quality she'd rather be without. However, using her mind to its full extent was a must. She thought everything through, even mundane happenings.
"You have a message from the Woods Clan."
Commander Lexa? It's peculiar that she would reach out at all, considering the terms with one another.
She nodded at the messenger, hoping whatever news she carried through the door would be beneficial.
"I'm sorry to disturb you in your resting chambers, commander," she spoke in pauses, notably out of breath, "but I bring a request from Commander Lexa."
"Which one of the 12 clans is quarreling with her? What do they want?"
"No... outsiders. They came from the sky. Rightfully, they're called the Sky People. Somehow, these kids came down and held them off to do quite a damage to their man supply. Then the other people came down from the sky. But I'll save you the trouble explaining."
She wasn't quite sure if she had hired a storyteller or not. Then again, Lexa rarely joked about things. She would never ask for help. If she asks help from anyone else, that meant there was a serious problem.
"Those savages have had enough from us," Zona stated. The Woods Clan tend to leave a bitter taste in her mouth, so she rarely spoke of them.
The messenger waded closer, bowing slightly in respect.
"It's your choice, commander."
"Thank you. I'll make the decision promptly."
The messenger bowed and nodded before backing up and exiting the doorframe. She closed the curtains, giving herself time to digest the presented dilemma.
It was quite possible coming up with a trade with Lexa would provide the Sand Nation with incredible resources. The problem was to convince the stubborn brunette that a blood lust and war wasn't appropriate to solve things. Sister or not, Zona was doing a favor for her nation's benefit.
She pulls back the silk curtains once more and exits to find her adviser to make a final decision. Zona was making a risk as any good leader would do for her people.
Lexa
She had long awaited the day. The day her sister finally came back to her roots. She could see her gold hair in the sun from several yards away. She was accompanied by her officers, a few warriors, and her second-in-command: a sixteen-year-old boy that went by the name of Jett. Eyes drooping slightly, Lexa didn't see the army following her as requested.
She approached Lexa without a hello and they both nodded in greeting. There was a distant look in her eye; as if true strangers.
The Woods Commander motioned for her to follow in the tent, where they would be alone to discuss everything.
Zona, however, wasted no time and got right down to business.
"I didn't travel hundreds of miles to hear you whine. What's going on, Lexa?"
"I see you didn't bring that army I asked for," Lexa indicated, "if anyone is wasting time, it's you."
They had lost cordiality long ago. She stared at Lexa intently with her arms folded and head slightly tilted.
"I didn't bring an army because I wasn't sure what to expect."
Lexa walked over to the table and opened a flask of wine. She poured her sister a glass and handed it to her carefully.
Two guests in one's presence. Both less than thrilled to be communicating.
"My message was clear," Lexa stated calmly, "I won't repeat it again."
The brunette could feel the tension as her back turned. She was not going to be happy with the circumstance, but she could sense what the other was truly hinting about.
"I haven't seen you in three years and that's all I get?" Zona sighed. "You know that all I want is a truce between our people."
Lexa listened silently, pouring herself a glass of wine. If a truce is what she wanted, then Lexa would set up personalized rules in motion.
"What are you suggesting?" the brunette asked absentmindedly, cleaning up the table and taking a sip from the glass. The cool liquid stung her throat as it made its way down.
"Tell me more about the mountain. It seems these people have haunted yours for decades."
It was true. The mountain was forbidden to even utter. It was a nighttime story all the townspeople shared with their children at night, watching the flames from the fire heat up with intensity. The horrors and the stories would wake people up at night, hoping they too would not disappear at the hands of the mountain.
"And you're trying to reason with them?" Lexa asked lowly, taking another sip. "Well, you are educated, stuck in the old ways. So I suppose you should know how to handle them better?"
"History comes with quality, Lexa," she stated, notably contesting with the other's way of getting things done. "I intend to use my knowledge to the best of my ability. Even if it means that mountain has something I want."
Lexa set her cup down and folded her hands together. "And you're expecting a guaranteed truce if I give you what you want?"
"It's not just your people in that mountain. Just remember that." She gave a glare that was all too familiar. Her eyes were as lifeless as the dead that remained stitched in mind. They were giving each other a standoff; silently climbing their way into the decoding of the human mind.
"Very well," Lexa concluded, confirming her doubts. "Then I guess we'll have to find another way to that truce."
She wanted ores from the mine and parts they had scavenged. Lexa wasn't about to tell her sister that it was for Tondc. Regardless, if she wanted a truce she'd have to do it Lexa's way. Perhaps, the brunette figures, she could realize that in her sister's fantasy, history books was arranged marriage. It was a slam made on her in its own way. Lexa began to mention it as a par none rationale to get her to agree with the terms.
"You know," Lexa began, perhaps a little too smug, "Gustus would be in need of a wife. You're young enough to where a suitable arrangement could be made. That way, our people have a common bloodline as they should."
The look on Zona's face quickly turned from mortified to disbelief to agitation.
"Forget it. I'm not getting married. He's old enough to father us," she spat. Lexa was half serious, knowing full well there would be a decline.
Several moments of silence passed.
"I'm sorry about what happened to Costia—"
She mentioned the name. She dared to. Lexa turned around to try to compose myself. She wasn't—angry. Maybe just surprised it would be brought up. She realized that if she wanted war with Sky People, that Lexa would have to do the unthinkable. With Zona's conversation going nowhere fast, the brunette realized that she'd need a much more unlikely ally.
"—but if it weren't for me, the Ice Nation and the two of us wouldn't even be on neutral terms."
She could sense sincerity in her sister's voice, yes. But time still didn't heal wounds that turned into deep scars.
Lexa turned around, forcing confidence if she wanted to be the leader she desperately craved. Costia had core leadership traits that would be personified. It was the only way for Costia to survive.
There are still Sky People out in the forest," Lexa mentioned, "and one of them has even put a spell under one of our own."
"Lincoln." Zona nodded.
Everyone was custom to his soft spot for Sky People from when he was young. Zona, obviously, had a soft spot for them as well since their grandparents had direct ties. Still, the past was the past and sooner or later she would have to let go as a nation and start becoming a true Grounder. Lexa feared that Zona may never let past customs go.
"This is a real problem." Lexa stepped closer. "Hopefully, our warriors will be able to hold off the rest of them. They have been training for weeks. But what I'm asking of you is very important."
Zona didn't necessarily seem thrilled, as expected.
Like two cats in a standoff fighting over the same prey.
"If you want any sort of terms with me, you will go in the mountain and free our people. It's beneficial for both of us."
"I'm listening…" she said reluctantly.
"There's a blonde, I presume it's the Sky People's leader. She's the one who killed our men. They have captured her in the mountain. She will be a threat to them as well. Find her, kill her, and make a deal to free our people. Then, I will consider a trade between clans."
And the offer still stands.
Bellamy
He walked alongside Finn as the guards shoved their guns into lower backs. Walking was tiring enough and no one was in any shape to keep going. He hated them. Hated the Council, the chancellor, he hated Kane. Oh… Bellamy hated the Ark in entirety. What they did to innocent people was enough. He had his own sins and deserved to be treated like an animal but…hell. Bellamy didn't want to see any more blood on their hands. Those people weren't to be trusted. Maybe no one was.
If Kane thought sending delinquents down there to die was a good idea, how does he think controlling those same juveniles would be a better one?
Finn would give him a knowing look from time to time. So, Bellamy would check on Raven to make sure she was still breathing in her condition. No one held back. He could tell she'd be alright. There was still life in her dark eyes. But the main thing Bellamy was concerned with was about keeping Murphy out of his vision. He'd easily break a bone or two. But how stupid they are; letting John Murphy go on trial instead of killing him like he deserved. Whatever…he figured. They'd learn the hard way.
Clarke's mom would come to him at times and start a conversation. It was mainly about Clarke and how she fared down on Earth and so on. He realized that if she were with them, that he and Finn wouldn't be getting arrested. He thought the Princess could find a way to gain power herself. She's as stubborn as hell, anyway.
He could only hope the others found their way back soon. He sure didn't go down there to be locked up again. Maybe he still had a few tricks up his sleeve—he wasn't up for quitting so soon.
Zona
She was trudging toward the mountain with her second-in-command, Jett, and bodyguard, Verona, by her side. She anticipated that the mountain people were watching from afar. From basic assumption, she presumed they were more than ready and capable of being ten steps ahead.
Almost immediately of stepping foot in the clearing, a few guards in hazmat suits were surrounding them with guns and ordering to stay where they were.
"I'm here to have a word with your leader."
"He's busy," one of the muffled voices said, pointing a gun close. Jett brandished his sword from his belt and got in between the Commander.
"What's the message?" Another inquired.
"I only wish to speak to your leader," Zona said calmly.
"Then we will have to open fire."
"Well, try explaining that to the Commander," she deadpanned, "she'll have your heads as centerpieces in the dining hall if any blood is spilt here."
A few were unfazed, but one of the guards in front shifted uncomfortably and lowered his gun. He put some sort of phone up to his face and spoke into it loudly.
"President Wallace, a Grounder wishes to speak with you."
"What are you talking about, Greer?" There was a voice on the other end with an eloquent accent.
"Mr. President, we have a situation…she says the Commander will kill us if we don't listen." His voice wavered only slightly.
There was a pause, and then finally a clicking sound from the other end. "Let me come outside, then."
They waited patiently in the grass for the airlock chamber to open. An older man emerged from the door; decked out in a hazmat suit as well. A group of guards were protecting him from behind.
Zona could see Jett from the corner of her eye put his sword back in its holder. Things became only slightly less tense.
"Is there some sort of problem?" the president asked, now face to face.
"You have visitors inside your mountain," she specified, "one of which is a young blonde woman by the name of Clarke. If she hasn't caused mayhem in your facility already, she soon will. She killed hundreds of men that belonged to the commander. I'm here to offer myself as a spy for my people and for yours."
President Wallace hesitated, looking around at his men for some sort of sanction. He was thinking about her, no doubt. Zona could tell from the angst on their faces that her suspicions of her were correct... Clarke's caused trouble already.
"How do you know all of this?" he asked suddenly.
"I have common ground with you," she replied simply. "Also, I put two and two together."
She stood straighter as she awaited his approval. Verona and Jett seemed to be in a standoff with the guns still directed straight at their torsos.
The President made a gesture with his hand and the men protecting him backed off. He looked Zona in the eye and sighed. His eyes never blinked.
"Do not think of trying anything funny inside of these halls. Am I clear?" Zona nodded. "You will tell me all you know and then after that's settled, you will tell me the truth of what is it you really want."
It was unfortunate, she decided, that they were less educated than she thought.
The clothes they gave Zona were stiff and smelled vaguely of antiques and starch. Acting like one of them wouldn't be a hard job to do.
She had met Cage Wallace earlier. He was a very arrogant man that she was sure one of the Grounder people would love to skin alive if they had the chance. It was he who made an announcement to the residents that a guest would be in their halls—Zona—and that they were studying their way of life.
Partially true, she supposed. She didn't ask many questions.
To her surprise, the complacent residents were content with Cage's amateur persuasion and they didn't look at her twice. They weren't anticipating any true identity and strode merrily through their life.
Acting wouldn't be a difficult job for her to pull off. Judging by the social standards of people she passed by, all there was to do was act in their manner.
To the mountain residents, she was a Sky Person. To the Sky People, she was a mountain resident.
However, guards were often invading personal space and the only corridors she was allowed through were ones that had cameras hovering above. Realistically, she didn't let it bother her too much. If anything, Zona was taking it as a personal history lesson. She bantered that she could shove it in Lexa's face when given the chance to leave.
She arrived in the dining hall, looking for the kids who seemed out of place. It wasn't hard to do; they were all congregated in one seating arrangement.
Zona caught the eye of one of them and they flagged her down, mistaken for a server and requesting she serve them another slice of cake.
She snuck into the kitchen when the chef's back was turned and stole a piece of the cake they just made. Zona slid it in front of the shaggy boy who had requested her assistance.
"Ah, man. Thank you…um…"
"Zona," she replied calmly. He nodded to himself and grinned.
"Hey, do you work in the kitchen or something?" he asked innocently before driving his fork into the food before him. "My thanks to the chef," he said with a mouth still gracefully full of cake.
"Something like that," Zona said vaguely. He nodded again before taking a drink out of his glass.
"Cool. Name's Jasper by the way." He held out his hand to her where she graciously took it. "Why don't you stay off your feet for a while and sit and hang out with us?"
Zona smiled weakly and took a seat next to him.
They were definitely Sky People. Odd ones at that.
Lexa had a hard time fighting these kids? Zona wasn't sure whether to laugh or take it seriously.
"So, Zona. This is Miller," Jasper said suddenly, waving his hand at a tanned boy diagonal from him.
"This is Monty," Jasper continued to the boy across from him. "And next to me is Clarke but," he leaned over and whispered, "don't let her bum you out too much."
Zona's grey eyes lit up and tried to stared intently at the blonde next to him. She only briefly looked at Zona before looking down to a folder in her hands. There was something off about her.
She was curious to know what Lexa meant. It was obvious that Clarke was brewing an idea for something sneaky. There wasn't any disclosing evidence to prove otherwise.
Her attention faltered back to Jasper who had been staring at Clarke expectantly and frowned when he finally looked back at Zona. He shot an apologetic look as if she were somehow offended.
Zona heard the boy named Miller chuckle. "Well, I guess since we're one of you now, that we'll have to start making small talk and getting to know each other better."
She forced a smile, unsure of what to make of the first impression. "Sure. What do you want to know?"
Miller shrugged.
"Maybe you could tell me about yourselves?" She suggested absently. Her hands found the hem of her lavender shirt and fiddled with it.
Jasper downed his last slice of cake quickly and set down his fork. "Let's go back to the dorms and hang out," he said.
They all rose from their seats to head back to the dorms…except for Clarke.
"Oh, you guys can go ahead. I'll just explore this place some more."
Of course she would. Zona ignored her for the time being. She'd have to get a chance to talk to her later. Maybe interrogate her—Grounder style if called for it.
The kids were underwhelming; telling Zona about their crimes and making small talk about family and personal interests. Jasper had asked her once or twice about a girl named Maya. She didn't know who he was talking about. She half listened to them. The Sky People didn't know how to make simple conversation. She would've paid more attention, maybe even been a little grateful at the kind, civilized manner in which the kids were treating her. But the task at hand remained a strict priority.
It wasn't until later that night that Zona had noticed the boy named Monty had been glaring at her silently across the room for the remainder of the day.
A/N: If you think I should continue, let me know what to add/remove/keep the same so that I know. I was planning on some backstory about Zona in a few chapters so she isn't so underdeveloped. Unfortunately, if you're looking for some straight up ships and romance, I'm afraid I'm just not the writer for that. I like to portray action and emotions first and then focus on relationships. It's how the show is supposed to be anyway.
So, I hope that's understandable. If you're sticking around, that's cool just don't expect a ton of romance. If you're leaving, and think I should delete, that is also fine. Thank you~