Chapter One
Clarke ran. She knew she couldn't go back to Camp Jaha after everything she was forced to do on the mountain. She couldn't go back to a world where everyone would look at her in disgust and horror. Sure she had saved everyone, but at what price? To avoid it she knew there was only one place for her to be.
She kept running already knowing where her feet were taking her. It wasn't long before she saw the smoke of the village and the guards that were standing in place.
Both of the guards saw her at the same time and gasped out "Wanheda!"
"Sef of, beja" she said. The guards looked at her warily, but didn't budge. "Sef of!" She demanded this time. Reluctantly the guards moved and Clarke marched through the camp looking for one tent in particular. It didn't take her long to find the giant red tent right in the middle of the small village, or the angry looking Indra standing guard.
"Skai Prisa" Indra growled, grabbing for the hilt of her sword. This time Clarke didn't stop and ask nicely. She barged her way past Indra and into the dark tent. Sitting on her throne was the one person Clarke knew she should hate.
Startled by the sudden intrusion, Lexa looked up from the map that was currently in her hand. She let out a small gasp as the woman she abandoned stood before her. "Clarke," she breathed. Lexa stood up as the map fell from her hands.