Hi guys

Not really sure how to navigate this yet but this is my first Fanfiction (I appreciate you have read that many times!)

I do not have a creative job at all and it has been years since I have written anything.

Probably like many of you I was devastated by the events in series three episode seven and I wish beyond wish that my favorite fictional character of all time had a different fate. Well this is my interpretation of how the events could have unfolded. I have loved every second of writing this! Many apologies for typos or grammar errors, I hope you just enjoy the story! Please review! I would love to have any input, encouragement or good old fashioned constructive criticism! Thanks everyone for reading.

CHAPTER 1

Atop her horse Lexa surveyed the tree line, snowflakes gently landing upon her lashes. The gradual snow fall was not enough to calm her nerves, being so close to Azgeda lands was more than unsettling. Lexa was always well attuned to potential danger and could often sense it before any of her trained warriors. With near seven hundred survivors from the mountain behind her the Commander knew their march to Polis was becoming harder for them to complete, as many of them were half starved and weak, that morning alone she received word of sixteen deaths.

It was becoming vastly evident that they needed to set up camp before more died from exposure and exhaustion. This situation was less than ideal but her people had to come first especially as rescuing them from the mountain had come at such a high price, the highest price in fact. Her people lives over the woman she...

No! She internally chastised, every time her train of thought ventured towards the blonde, painful feelings threatened to take hold, dominating her mind until she became so overwhelmed with emotion. Weakness, weakness Lexa, have you so readily forgotten your past? Do you not recall the pain you have suffered? Quickly pushing the sky girl from her mind Lexa turned to her body guard. "It's three more days to Polis, these people need rest, give the order to set up camp."

"Heda, forgive me but is it wise so close to Azgeda lands?"

With the sharpest of looks Lexa spoke directly to the hulking man "we have marched for two days, our people will not make it to the next town let alone Polis. You will give the order, then you will ensure that the warriors are doubled for watch tonight."

"Sha Heda." He responded with a low bow to mark his respect especially having questioned his Commander. Without a second look Lexa slipped from her horse, turning in a full circle to look out through the thick trees. Her muscles tense and nerves so on edge, she felt like a coiled spring ready to counter an unexpected attack. Holding the reins to her magnificent black stallion Theron, he put her at ease slightly, animals such as he have greater intuition than any human's ability to sense danger. He was so unfazed he was almost telling Lexa not to concern herself too much. It would be senseless for Azgeda to attack, though the majority of her army was made up of Trikru there are some survivors from Azgeda within the rescued party. With sword at the ready Lexa started to walk among her people, nodding slightly when they bowed in acknowledgment.

They did not have enough tents or shelters, and it was certainly impossible to feed them all. Watching the pain and suffering of her people as she passed Lexa's heart began to ache, she could feel her eyes wondering, scanning the faces of the rescued. Almost imagining they were going to be there, hoping that in some odd twist of fate her family survived all these years.

That thought was knocked from her mind as she felt a bump across her shoulder, the Commander swung round only to face an elderly woman barley able to stand clutching at her long coat, quickly catching the woman she lowered her to the ground gently cradling her head. The dazed woman's eyes widened with fear when she realised just whose arms she was in. "Head! I am sorry!" Attempting to get up Lexa gently fought the woman's flailing arms. "Shh now, lye still, its okay." Soothing her ragged hair out of the woman's eyes she could see years of neglect this woman's body had endured, emaciated, it was amazing she had made it this far. Feeling hundreds of eyes upon her Lexa became very aware of herself, it would not do to appear soft in front of so many. "You!" She shouted to a young Trikru warrior, "take this woman to shelter and ensure she is fed and taken care of." Without hesitation the young man scooped the elderly woman up from the floor. Looking around people were still staring, not unfamiliar with this behavior Lexa had come accustomed to being the center of her people's attention from a young age, but today she was not in the mood to be scrutinized. Placing a hand to the hilt of her blade she walked on at a brisk pace until she reached the edge of a small stream. Several others thankfully paid her no attention as hey busied themselves gathering water for the vast majority who were unable to get it themselves. Lexa knelt down catching her reflection, specks of dried red blood mixed with her iconic smeared black war paint. She was all for looking fearsome and a force to be reckoned with but this time all she saw was the traitor at the mountain staring back at her. Quickly dipping her hands into the freezing water she splashed it across her face almost feverishly to rid the markings. Slightly out of breath Lexa looked back in the water only to see someone's formation materialised behind her.