The night is like the broken mind, from illumination to dark in the blink of an eye it changes, no thought to the consequences that may arise from its fickle decisions. So to does the broken mind act, it goes from the love and happiness of the arms of its love, to the isolation of its darkened halls, forever wandering looking for its escape, till once again the light illuminates the path and for a short period the hope returns, Not knowing the cycle is destined to forever repeat.
Lexa glanced at her love's eyes as she slept, even in her sleep Clarke could not escape from her despair, tears flowed as she slept, her dreams haunting her every moment of rest. As Lexa eyes slowly withdrew from her love, her heart slowly broke as it did every night. Bellamy's betrayal had hurt them all, but his alliance with the Ice Queen had hit Clarke the most. The betrayal itself was pain enough, but it was Bellamy who had formulated the kidnapping of Clarke, he had stood there as they tortured her, laughing at her pain, blaming her for all that had happened. His triumphalism had sealed his fate, the knife silencing his final taunts. Lexa had took no joy in his death, justice should not be flaunted, the dead deserved their their finality of peace.
A moan escaped the lips of Clarke, whispering the name of her love as she coiled in the bed. A smile escaped Lexa, "maybe she was getting over Bellamy" she thought, happy that in the depths of their love Clarke had found peace for a short time.
Clarke's eyes opened, a smile laced her face, her dreams of the night before filling her with an unexplainable feeling. " You sure were feisty last night weren't you?", Clarke regretted the words as soon as she spoke them.
But Lexa just smiled, and spoke in the devious was that Clarke had grown accustomed to, " I think the guards were getting worried with the noise you made". Clarke opened her mouth to reply, but the opening of the tent flap disrupted their ritualistic, flirtatious morning talks.
Octavia smirked as she walked in, "You don't have to keep the whole camp up at night you know, some of us do have better things to do than listen to you two"
Lexa ignored her as she rose and dressed, her mind lamenting on the day that was to come. "Is death the only punished the chieftains will accept?", inquired Lexa, her voice taking on a tone of begging as she finished her sentence.
Her question has meant for nobody, but it was Octavia who answered, " Betrayal demands death, you should know that, you have killed many in justice,"
Octavia's words bite deep into Lexa, but she knew she was correct, she had killed many in the name of justice, but to her this was different . Despite Octavia's words to Lexa it was Clarke who responded," She betrayed you Lexa, She betrayed us. She would've left me to die."
"I know my love, but the death of one you once loved is harder than you can comprehend" as she spoke she leaned forward and kissed clarke on the forehead. She slowly plucked her sword from the ground, steeling herself for the spectacle that was to come " Lead on Octavia" uttered Lexa, her voice cracking as she spoke. Outside waited the one who she had loved once, the one who she had thought dead, the one who had betrayed her to the Ice Queen, after she had begged her help when she found out she was alive. Outside waited Costia, the betrayer of her people, the destroyer of hope, the name that she now called herself.