Notes - Well hey there! I got inspired to start writing again by the amazingness that is The 100 and the relationship between Clarke and Lexa. IT IS AMAZING. Anyway, this fic is based after the finale of season 2, so if you havent seen it all up to their SPOILERS and you might get confused lol. Anyway, this is just the start! I hope you enjoy ^_^
Clarke stumbled through the trees, her hand resting solidly on the gun at her waist. She was tired, physically and mentally. Images of burnt and melted faces, of children, adults, elderly, kept invading her mind. Clarke supressed a sob and roughly wiped at her nose and eyes as tears threatened once again to escape. The metal of her glove scraped her nose and she finally let out a sob of frustration and leant against the nearest tree.
"Maybe there are no good guys." Clarkes mom, Abby had said. The blonde took a few shuddering breathes and straightened up again. Lexa had been right all along. Victory was built on the back of sacrifice, and now Clarke knew exactly how the grounder leader felt. But she wasn't ready to forgive her, just as she wasn't ready to face the idea of being near or with anyone. It had only been 2 days since she left the camp. Clarke began trudging again, aimlessly wandering, unsure of where her feet were taking her. A small timid smile broke her face as she stepped into a small clearing with a trickling pond and she gratefully knelt beside it taking the water into her hands, not caring about her gloves getting wet.
"Yo Trigedaku gona (are you tree crew warrior)? Or yo Skaikru (or sky crew)?" Clarke whipped around at the sound of the heavily accented grounder words, fumbling for her gun. A grounder warrior sat rigidly upon a two-faced white horse. She wore heavy furs, lighter in colour than the normal grounder armours and outfits. The grounders eyes took in the gun in her hand, and a small smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. "Skaikru." She snarled, jumping off the horse and landing lightly. Clarke shook her head slightly, frowning.
"I'm neither Skaikru, nor Trikru (tree crew). And I'm sorry; I don't speak your language." Clarke said in a strong voice, not allowing her voice to waver. The grounder looked at her curiously and walked toward Clarke purposefully. As she got closer, Clarke noticed the dark bags under her eyes and the slight limp and jerky walk. The grounder had dried blood in her dirty blonde hair and a dark look in her eyes. She stopped in front Clarke, her hand resting on the knife on her belt.
"Are you Mountain Men then?" She hissed, and Clarke realised why the woman was familiar.
"You were one of the grounders we rescued?" The blonde asked, her fear subsiding. She had seen her coming out of the Mount Weather door when Lexa… Clarke shook her head and held out her hand with a small smile, reminiscent of her first meeting with Anya. The grounder glared at her hand, her eyes slowly raking up Clarke's attire and settling on her shoulder plate, an intrigued expression on her face.
"You say you are not Trikru, and yet you wear grounder clothing and a sub-commanders shoulder." Clarke looked at her shoulder in confusion, remembering that Lexa had given her clothing for the war. She glanced back at the grounder who had stepped closer, causing Clarke to stumble backwards into a tree. "You say you are not Skaikru, and yet you do not speak our language. You claim to have saved my people from the Mountain, so you cannot be one of them." She said, lifting her knife up to Clarkes throat. "Bellamy mentioned one of his people working alongside Commander Lexa." Clarke clenched her teeth as the knife cut into her slightly, her grip on her gun tight enough to make her knuckles go white.
"If you know Bellamy then we are allies, so you don't need to do this." Clarke spat out, glaring at the grounder in front of her, who laughed cruelly in her face.
"I am no ally of Trikru or Skaikru. Commander Lexa made sure of that. My name is Echo. And you must have information on Lexa, you are hers are you not?" Clarke blinked in surprised, a pit forming in her stomach and realisation dawned on her. The light colours of the grounders gear, the disdain toward Lexa and the more heavily accented speech.
"You are from the Ice Nation?" Clarke said, hoping she was wrong. Echo grinned, her eyes dark.
"Yes, clever sky girl. You know, you remind me of her". Clarke frowned, swallowing as the knife traced her neck.
"Remind you of whom? Lexa?" Echo laughed coldly.
"No, Costia." Clarke felt a wave of cold run through her body, then anger.
"Costia? Are you telling me that you are the Ice Nation's queen? The one that tortured and cut off Costia's head? Just for information on Lexa?" Clarke said, her voice rising in anger. She could still see the pain in Lexa's eyes at the mention of her former lover.
"Yes, and it would do you wise to treat me like a queen, starting with respect." Echo whispered, using the knife to quickly slice Clarke's free armour-free shoulder. The blonde yelped slightly, glaring at the grounder, feeling the warmth of blood running down her arm.
"So what do you want with me?" She spat, her hand holding the gun shaking at her side.
"Information on your commander. I am no longer apart of the alliance, but my nation is. Lexa will pay for disallowing me to be a part of that. You shared her tent, you must know information." Echo spat, dragging the point across Clarkes throat. Clarke clenched her teeth glaring defiantly at the grounder.
"Even if I did know information I wouldn't tell you." She growled and lifted her gun slightly, pulling the trigger. Echo screamed as the bullet pierced her foot, stumbling back enough for Clarke to barge her with her shoulder. The grounder, still weak from the bleeding stumbled, falling heavily to the ground, dropping her knife in the process.
"We are not finished, Clarke of the Skaikru." Echo yelled, struggling to get up as Clarke climbed onto the horse that the grounder had ridden in on. "I know your people. Bellamy trusts me. I warn you now." She spat, getting to her feet and limping toward Clarke who back trot the horse.
"You cannot touch my people. We are in an alliance, and if you so much lay a finger on any of my people, you will be riddled with bullets." Clarke replied harshly, as she turned the horse around and urged it to run, leaving the laughing grounder behind her. She ducked and dodged trees, keeping her head down. She heard before she felt the arrow cut her arm as it flew past, and she lowered her body on the horse. She could hear grounders yelling behind her.
"I am Clarke of the Skaikru! Do not shoot!" She yelled behind her, not daring to look at the trees. Another arrow flew past and she urged the horse. She couldn't understand why they were attacking her. She glanced to the side and noticed a familiar path and steered the horse toward it. "Looks like I'm headed to TonDC." She murmured quietly.
Lexa leant back on her throne, one hand spinning her knife against her finger. She barely blinked as she pushed harder, breaking the skin and causing blood to dribble down her hand. She didn't see it though, all that was in her vision is the look of betrayal, and heart crushing hurt as Lexa turned her back on Clarke. The brunette clenched her jaw and pushed the knife in slightly deeper, her eyes burning.
"Heda Leksa (Commander Lexa)." A rough voice called startling the leader, causing her to slice her finger open. She glanced up as a guard was standing in the opening of her tent.
"Ah branwada (idiot)! Do not come in and startle me like that." She stood up abruptly, slamming her blade point down in the arm of her throne in anger. "I expect you have important information for disturbing me. I requested no one enter my tent until we reach Polis." Lexa strode angrily to where a cloth was sitting on a nightstand and roughly wrapped up her bleeding finger, aware of the guards eyes on her back.
"Heda, do you require a healer for that?" He asked, stepping into the tent. Lexa turned around with a glare and shook her head.
"Information, now." She spat, pouring herself a cup of wine from her jug, avoiding her guards gaze and staring toward the wall of the tent.
"It is in regards to the mountain. Our scouts spotted a group of Skaikru walking through the forest 2 days ago. We believe it was the 44 that were imprisoned." He said. Lexa's grip on the cup tightened and she could feel her breathing rising. Masking her face she spun around to look at the guard in the face.
"And the mountain?" She asked, green eyes boring into the guards.
"Unsure, Heda. We will send out a spotter when sun rises." Lexa shook her head, unclenching and clenching her jaw.
"No. If the maunon (mountain men) are still alive that will be a waste." After taking a sip of wine, the commander turned her back again to pour more wine in her cup. "Was Clarke of the Skaikru seen in the group?" She asked quietly, trying to stop the waver in her voice.
"Clarke was seen leaving Camp Jaha by herself 2 days ago, and then spotted not long ago with the Ice Nation's Queen. She was last seen riding toward TonDC. We sent warriors to stop her." Lexa had stopped listening at the mention of the queen. She dropped her cup with a loud clang and red wine spilled. She spun to face the guard, her eyes wide.
"Find her. Now. Do not hurt her or I will kill you and anyone else that hurts her." She hissed. The guard nodded. Lexa slammed her fists onto the table holding the wine. "Bring her to me. Bring them both to me."
"As you command, Heda Leksa." Lexa heard the sound of the tent flap opening as the guard left and growled, sweeping her arms across the table, knocking its contents to the ground. Hot tears pricked her eyes and dread pitted in her stomach. Love is weakness. This was the rule she lived by, and again, history was repeating itself.
Clarke could smell TonDC before she could see it. It was the rank smell of rotting bodies, and Clarke could feel bile rising in her throat as the horse took her closer to the devastated village, reminding her of the many people she had a hand in killing. Her shoulder began stinging as rain started to fall at her arrival of the crater. She could see bodies lying around and steeled herself as she hopped off the horse, tying it to a tree close by. She slowly walked toward the rubble, covering her mouth with her hand, her stomach churning. The last time she had been here she was rallying the warriors with Lexa to go to war. She felt a pang in her chest, and bit her lip to hold back the tears that were welling in her throat.
"Clarke. What the hell are you doing here?" A rough, but familiar voice made the blonde jump, drawing her gun up. Octavia walked out from behind some rubble, her eyes masked by dark grounder paint. Clarke lowered her gun with a sigh, watching as Lincoln followed his expression unreadable as usual. Clarke lowered her gun, and looked around guiltily.
"I was being chased by the Ice Nation Queen. I need to change into plain grounder clothes." She said quietly. Octavia's eyes widened in disbelief.
"So you kill all these people and have the gall to come back and rob their bodies?" She said, her voice cracking slightly. "I'm surprised you didn't just run back to Lexa. You two really are a heartless match made in heaven." She spat. The blonde stared back defiantly and shook her head, walking past her former friend.
"I did what I had to do to survive. I did what I had to do to get OUR friends back. YOUR brother." She stated, ignoring the look of fire from her former friend. She walked to the body of a young woman and began stripping her of her gear.
"Keep telling yourself that, princess." Was all Octavia said in reply, and Clarke heard Lincoln murmur something to her. The blonde ignored them, and unclipped her shoulder armor, watching it drop into the ashes, her chest tight with hurt. She began stripping off the remainder of the gear that Lexa had provided for her.
"Clarke!" Lincoln yelled out just as two arrows flew past her. She spun around, raising her gun to the trees. Octavia and Lincoln were already weaving toward the trees where Clarke could see at least three Ice Nation warriors. She quickly pulled on the light grounder gear, and smeared ash in jagged lines around her eyes and some in her hair to darken it slightly. She sprinted toward where her horse was tied up, quickly jumping up onto its back. Glancing back she watched as Octavia and Lincoln cut down the warriors and looked back at her.
"You had better get going, there's more coming." Octavia said.
"The alliance between grounder and sky people is void as of Lexa taking the deal." Lincoln explained. "Any sky people are and will be targets for grounders. Lexa broke the alliance." Clarke bit her lip, her head reeling. That's what the queen was laughing about, she realized with a jolt. That meant her people were in danger.
"Clarke, look out!" Octavia yelled and Clarke spun around as a warrior swung his mace into the side of her head. Darkness overcame her vision and she hit the ground with a thud.
Lexa drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair, her mind reeling with worry. She knew Clarke could handle herself, but her stomach churned. She knew what the Azgeda were capable, especially the queen, Echo. She had banished her for that very reason. She could not be in alliance with someone that had tortured and murdered her first love. The rest of the Azgeda were content with that decision, as lower leaders rose in rank. Lexa stood up, pacing to the front opening of her tent and glanced around. She spotted Indra crouched over a dying fire as rain begin pouring down.
"Indra. Ai gaf in yu sis au ai. (I need you to help me)" Lexa barked and re-entered her tent. She began taking off her grounder armor and setting it down on the table. Indra entered, her hand resting on her sword.
"Heda Leksa . What do you need?" Indra inquired, looking quizzically at the commander as she stripped down to basic pants and a grey tank.
"There has been a blatant attack and rebellion from Azgeda warriors. I believe they may be led by Echo. I am going to go and deal with them." Lexa withheld, tying her dagger and sword around her waist, and ensuring she had no grounder paint on face in the small mirror next to her throne. She needed to be certain that no one recognized her. Indra looked at her in confusion.
"I will have some guards accompany you, Heda. I cannot allow you to go alone." Indra turned to leave.
"Hod op! (stop)" Lexa commanded. "No one must know of this. It will cause unnecessary unrest. And what Azgedan warriors that we have on our side will most probably rebel. I will find the natrona (traitor) and bring them in. Jus drein jus daun." She growled, forgetting her façade. They would pay a hundred deaths for threatening Clarke. Her subordinate nodded slowly.
"And what do you need of me, commander?" She asked. Lexa grabbed a shawl and threw it around her shoulders, covering her noticeable and recognizable tattoos.
"I need you to ensure nobody is aware I am gone. If I do not return within three days, you will declare that the alliance between Trikru and Azgeda is void, and war will once again wage." She declared, ignoring the look on Indras face. "Do not question my decision. Gyon au.(go)" She dismissed and Indra bit her tongue, nodding curtly and leaving abruptly. Lexa slipped out the back of her tent, pulling the shawl over and head to ensure none of her people spotted her face. She hurried over to where her horse was tied, mentally remembering the face of the sleeping stable hand. She would deal with him when she got back. She climbed onto a black horse. "Gyon au, snap. (go, fast)" She hissed at the horse, digging her heels in and angled the horse toward TonDC.
Clarke groggily opened her eyes, vision swirling from the throbbing in her head. She struggled to move her arms, realizing they were tied behind her around a thin tree. Her vision began clear and she could hear multiple voices, both male and female. She glanced to the side and saw Octavia sitting next to her, her head lulling on her chest.
"O, wake up." She hissed quietly, glancing around to make sure no one heard her. "O, please wake up." Octavia groaned a little, her head lolling. Clarke bit her tongue and quickly hung her head when one the guards turned to look at them.
"Looks like the lively one is waking up." The warriors' voice was heavily accented, and Clarke glanced up just slightly to see him crouching in front of Octavia and holding her up from under her chin. "Would you like me to slit her throat, my queen?" The warrior asked, drawing a knife from his belt. Clarke held her breath, eyes watering slightly as he put it up to her friends throat. She should stop him, yell at him and get his attention, but Clarke knew. She kept silent, squeezing her eyes shut.
"You were willing to let her die 2 days ago. Nothing has changed." Were the words that rattled in Clarkes head.
"No. Leave her be, for now. We will use her as torture when the commanders little sky princess wakes up. For now, I want you to scout the forest. I will watch the prisoners." Clarke recognized the familiar voice of the queen. She opened her eyes to a squint, watching a pair of boots walk up to her, and stop in front of her. She shut them again, allowing her head to loll. She knew she had to come up with a plan, and fast. "I can't wait to see that commander of yours pathetically beg." Clarke clenched her teeth as a searing pain came from her head, and felt Echo tug her head up by the hair. She relaxed her face as best she could. "Sobbing and pleading not to kill her love. You know, she should thank me. I made her the heartless, ruthless commander she is today." Clarke heard the sound of a knife being unsheathed, and involuntarily gasped in pain, her eyes shooting open as she felt the blade slice into her cheek. She looked straight into Echo's sunken eyes, the bruising still evident, a grin on her face.
"Ah, I knew you were awake, you little sneak." Echo hissed, letting go of Clarke's hair and sheathing her knife as she stood.
"It was better having my eyes shut then looking at you." Clarke spat out, feeling the warm blood trickling down her face. "What is it exactly that you want from me?" She asked, watching as Echo walked over to Octavia and stood in front of her. Without so much as a blink, Echo swung her foot straight into Octavia's stomach, eliciting a loud gasp of pain from the girl, which turned into groaning. Clarke growled and tried to lunge at the ice nation queen, feeling the ropes cut into her writs. "Stop this! What you want is obviously from me, so don't bring them into this!" She shouted hoarsely as another yelp came out of Octavia's mouth. Clarke could see her regaining consciousness, hunching over as best she could to protect her stomach. Echo walked back to Clarke and leant behind her, untying her from the tree, but keeping her wrists bound and on a rope. Echo stepped back and yanked the rope roughly, causing Clarke to fall on her face and then began to drag her across the ground toward a tree stump in the clearing.
"Clarke! Let her go!" Octavia screamed hoarsely. Echo ignored her, and reached down to grab the front of Clarke shirt, lifting her up. Clarke glared defiantly at her, and abruptly shot her head forward, feeling the crack of the queen's nose under her forehead, blacking out for a few seconds from the impact. Echo yelled in pain and dropped Clarke to the ground, grabbing her broken and bleeding nose in shock. Clarke struggled to stand, trying to get her hands free from the ropes. Echo looked up, her eyes darkening and blood streaming freely from her nose. Clarke stood her ground.
"You can't hurt Lexa through me Echo. Didn't you hear? She abandoned me. To save her people and that included you." Clarke spat out, her chest hurting. She could feel tears in her eyes and tried to blink away the weakness. Echo glared at her angrily. "She cares more for her people, for you, than the woman she loves. And you call her pathetic. She is your leader. And she is damn good at it." Clarke continued, still moving her hands slightly to loosen the ropes. She kept her eyes trained on Echo, who had yet to move from where she stood. "You could stand to take a few pointers from her." Echo's eyes flashed dangerously and she pulled out her knife. Clarke fell to her knees and braced herself for the incoming pain. Maybe this was the relief she had set out to find.
Lexa pushed her horse as fast as she could toward TonDC. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. She was risking everything to save Clarke. She had done it before; she had sacrificed 250 of her own people to save Clarke, letting them burn to death, and using their sacrifice as a rally cry. She had risked being assassinated by countless generals by forging an alliance with the Skaikru. And then Lexa had betrayed her, in one of the worst ways possible. Condemning her and her people to death. Betraying the very trust they had built between the two of them. Lexa blinked away the stinging tears as best she could, flattening herself on her horse to will it faster. It was not a long ride from where they were camped and within 15 minutes Lexa heard yells and saw torch lights in the darkness. She pulled her horse to a stop and hopped off, tying it to a tree nearby. She crouched low and darted through the trees toward the fires and voices. Her feet were light and she kept her hand on her sword. She could see an Ice Nation sentry just ahead of her and opted to draw her knife, quickly leaping on his back, one hand over his mouth, the knife in his jugular. She waited until she was sure he was dead and quickly pulled on his gear, lifting the hood up. It was heavier and more awkward then the armor she was used to, but she wanted to be able to attempt to blend in if she were spotted.
"Branwada Azgeda.(foolish ice nation)" She hissed under her breath, spotting another sentry. She repeated the same action, moving in a circle and cutting down the sentries around what looked like a clearing.
"Looks like the lively one is waking up." Lexa heard a male's voice from the clearing and peered out into it. She felt a surge of both anger and fear go through her body. On the other side of the small clearing Clarke, Octavia and Lincoln were all tied to trees, their heads drooping. There was a guard with a knife to Octavia's throat and she clenched her jaw. A waste of a warrior.
"No. Leave her be, for now. We will use her as torture when the commanders little sky princess wakes up. For now, I want you to scout the forest. I will watch the prisoners." Lexa's head shot around at the sound of Echo's voice, her body shaking with fury. Echo leaned down and began speaking to the unconscious Clarke in hushed tones and Lexa attempted to figure a plan.
"Hey, what are you doing there?" A rough voice startled Lexa, and without missing a beat she spun around drawing her sword up and slashed the sentry's throat open. He fell backward with a slight thud and Lexa cringed, glancing back at the clearing to ensure Echo hadn't heard it. What she saw was Echo kicking Octavia in the stomach. She glanced at Clarke who was now conscious with a gash on her cheek. Lexa backtracked into the trees and started looping around so she was behind where they were tied up.
"Clarke! Let her go!" Lexa jumped slightly as Octavia's yell echoed through the trees and began running toward where both the sky warrior and Lincoln were tied up. She saw no other guards around, but she knew there would be more. She watched as Clarke used her forehead to break Echo's nose and grinned slightly, moving to stand behind the tree that Lincoln was tied to.
"Lincoln, Octavia. It is Lexa. I'm going to untie you." She hissed, and got no reply, taking that as acceptance. She pulled out her knife and began cutting through the ropes that tied Lincoln. She could hear Clarke talking quietly to Echo, unable to hear exact words. Lexa moved over to free Octavia and she heard Clarke raise her voice, her sawing motion slowing at the blondes words.
"She cares more for her people, for you, than the woman she loves. And you call her pathetic. She is your leader. And she is damn good at it. You could stand to take a few pointers from her." Clarke spat and Lexa was in shock, until Lincoln stood up abruptly. Echo had drawn her knife. Lexa pushed out from behind the tree, shoving past Lincoln and raised her knife.
"Pleni natrona! (enough traitor)" She yelled and threw her knife hard and fast. It imbedded itself deep into Echo's shoulder, a look of shock on her face. The queen dropped her own knife and grabbed her shoulder in pain, falling to her knees. Clarke spun around, her eyes falling on Lexa who stood panting next to where Lincoln was untying Octavia. Lexa quickly ran down towards Clarke, but walked past her to Echo, grabbing the knife that was in her shoulder and yanking it out roughly whilst kicking Echo to the ground. She spun around to face Clarke and crouched down in front of her. Her eyes studied Clarkes wide ones that were hidden by what looked like an attempt at grounder warpaint. Lexa struggled to find her voice as she cut through the ropes that tied Clarke's hands together. She leant backward, studying Clarkes face and eyes, her heart was pounding and she could feel a small smile pulling her top lip up.
"You're alive, Clarke." She barely whispered. Clarke stared back at her, her face a mask.
"Yeah, I am. Thanks to you. Although, at the same time, you put me in this position when you abandoned me at Mount Weather." Clarke retorted, her voice hoarse with emotion, her mask cracking slightly in her eyes, emotions swirling. Lexa felt like she had been punched in the stomach, and stood up abruptly, masking her own emotions. Clarke followed suit and stood up in front of her, throwing the rope to the ground. They glared at each other a few seconds to long before Clarke turned to see if Octavia and Lincoln were okay. She smiled when she saw then hugging and they both looked down to them. Lexa shrugged off her Ice Nation gear so she was back to a gray tank and pants. She turned to look at Echo who was still on the ground, holding her bleeding shoulder. Lexa could tell from the colour of her face that the woman was not well. Lexa lifted Echo up by her shirt and slammed her back against the tree stump that was behind her, baring her teeth at the queen in anger. She tied the queens' arms behind the stump using the rope that had tied Clarke.
"Not only did you take my first love from me. But you attempted to take my second as well. You destroyed the alliance between Trikru and Azgeda because of your pathetic revenge. You do not deserve any title, you do not deserve to breathe this air." Lexa hissed, her voice dripping with anger. Clarke had never seen her so angry before, and she watched with unease. Lexa drew her sword in a swift motion and raised it to Echo's throat. "You deserve many deaths worth of pain for what you have caused me. Jus drein, jus daun.(blood must have blood)" She said, using the tip of her sword to cut down Echo's arm, who clenched her jaw in order to not scream out in pain. Clarke could see no mercy in Lexa's face, unlike when she had to execute Gustus. There was only bloodlust.
"Lexa, please. We don't have to do this." Clarke grabbed Lexa's arm, pulling her back slightly. Lexa stared at her.
"Yes, we do." The commander stated, turning back to Echo. Clarke shook her head.
"I agree that we execute her yes, but not like this." She said. Lexa spun back around to face her.
"This is what we do, Clarke. This is what my people do. This is who I am. I WILL have blood for blood, you cannot stop this." Lexa snapped. Clarke glared defiantly at her, her eyes pleading with Lexa. The commander took a slight step forward, entering Clarke's personal space. "This person took the girl I loved and tortured her. She then tried to do the same to you, Clarke. And I cannot bear the thought of losing you again." She murmured, her eyes softening and darting down to Clarkes lips and back up to her eyes. Clarke swallowed heavily, her heart pounding. She couldn't deny Lexa this. She knew she couldn't.
"Ok, Lexa." She replied with a small nod. She saw a tiny upturn in Lexa's mouth, and felt her stomach flip.
"Clarke!"
"Heda!" Both Octavia and Lincoln's voices startled the two leaders and they glanced away from each other in confusion. Clarke spotted the sentries in the tree before Lexa did and responded, using her body to push the commander down. Lexa felt like time slowed down as she felt Clarke roughly grab her and push her as 3 arrows flew toward them. She hit the ground with a thud, the air escaping her lungs. Clarke had landed on top of her and rolled off onto her side. Lexa quickly jumped up and threw her knife into the throat of one of the sentries and saw that Lincoln had already cut down the second and third.
"Lexa!" She heard Octavia yell and spun around, feeling her whole body numb. Octavia was on her knees with Clarke up on her lap. Lexa could see the tip of two arrows, one in Clarkes shoulder, and one above her hip. The commander fell to her knees beside Clarke, her hands shaking. The arrows had pierced straight through, and Lexa spotted the tails of them on the ground. "Commander, we need to get her to Abby right away." Octavia shouted, but Lexa could barely hear her. Clarkes eyes were fluttering, her breaths short and sharp.
"Heda Leksa! Laik ste yuj (be strong)! Klark gaf in fisa! (Clarke needs a healer)" Lincoln shouted, jostling his commanders' shoulders. Lexa could barely piece her mind together. Clarke was hurt, and it was Lexa's fault. Her thought's echoed around her head, as she stared at Clarkes paling face, snapping back to reality as the sky princess let out a pained groan.
"Le-xa." The blonde murmured. Lexa's eyes widened and she stood up and grabbed Lincoln's shirt roughly.
"Steltrona, stel tri. (horse, hidden tree (stuttered))" She spluttered out and Lincoln nodded, running in the direction that Lexa nodded. She crouched back down and lifted Clarke from Octavia's arms and started carrying her toward where Lincoln had run off.
"Lexa, we need to get her to Abby. She will be able to save her!" Octavia said, pacing behind Lexa. The commander nodded.
"I cannot go with you. Your people will shoot me on sight without Clarke there to speak." She said icily, looking down at Clarke's pained face, her heart twisting in pain.
"I can talk for you, they trust me as well, Lexa." Octavia argued, but Lexa shook her head firmly.
"I need you to save her, Octavia." She stated. "If I am there, your people will not concentrate solely on Clarke." Octavia just nodded, clenching her jaw. Lincoln arrived, pulling the horse to a stop. He motioned for Lexa to pass Clarke up, and she obliged. Glancing down at the blonde's pale face, she felt her eyes stinging. Octavia climbed up behind Lincoln and nodded to Lexa.
"Gyon au." The commander nodded back, hitting the horses' rear. She watched them go, her body numb. She began sprinting back to the clearing. Her prisoner had been momentarily forgotten in the chaos. But now, she would truly pay. Lexa arrived at the clearing, her eyes widening at the empty stump.
"No." She whispered, feeling her fight leaving her. All she could see was Clarke, the stupid, idiotic, naïve sky princess. The look of wonderment mixed with fearlessness on her face the day they met. The small looks that Clarke shot her when the blonde didn't think Lexa was looking. The small smiles that she sometimes saw cracking Clarkes serious face. And the way that the sky girls lips felt like sunshine against hers. And now she was gone again. Her face white, blood staining her clothes. Lexa gritted her teeth, sinking to her knees at the stump. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. She was supposed to win the war with Clarke by her side. They were supposed to travel to Polis. She was going to wait for Clarke, for when she was ready. Lexa slammed her fist onto the tree stump, a sob escaping from her throat. "Clarke." She whispered another sob escaping. She banged her fists repeating the blonde's name with each hit, until she was exhausted, her eyes shutting as the sun began rising. But Lexa's bright sky was gone, and it was her fault, again.
NB - I was going to leave the translations of the Trigdeslang out but figured you guys might need to know what they were saying :P Hope you enjoyed it so far!