Title: Light Rises from the Night
Author: Pinion King
Fandom: The 100 (TV Show)
Date Started: 13th March 2016
Series: Light Rises from the Night

Authors Note:
This is the first multi-chaptered story I have released in quite some time. After 3x07 I decided to scrap the story I was working on and migrate it into this one instead. The idea for this gives me a new angle and a bit more freedom to do what I want then my original idea which in all honesty could have turned out to be the same as every other story out there. Lexa will still be there, but to start with she won't be the main focus. She will get her chance though. I'm only planning on 15-20 chapters, but will see how the story flows.

Chapter 1

Clarke shivered as she sat curled up in the corner of her new prison cell. No matter what happened she was obviously destined to end up in a prison cell mourning the loss of a loved one. First her father and now she had lost Lexa. Her face felt dirty and she had tear tracks running down her cheeks, her hair felt stringy and full of grim. She wasn't sure how long she had been down here; all she knew was that they had brought her a tray of food six times. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She was afraid she was going to lose her sanity, at least on the ark she could draw. Here is was cold, damp and dark. The air was stale and had a very unpleasant smell, although she was pretty sure most of it was her. She hadn't had much sleep, part from comfort, part from the fact that every time she closed her eyes she saw the whole incident again.

"You alive down there?" A voice echoed through the line of cells, it sounded familiar. Murphy, she had forgotten about him.

"Yeah" she replied dully.

She closed her eyes and leant her head back against the wall. Her despair was slowly being overtaken by anger. She had imagined some very gruesome punishments for Titus most of them ending in a very bloody and painful death. There was one that stood out, it would really not just hurt him but it would haunt him, every day he would be reminded that it was his fault that he was now in this position. Mental torture would be far more lasting then physical. She only had a few issues; she was stuck in this cell to begin with and had no idea what the state of things were at the conclave, and if that was also in her favour the next part could very much kill her. Not that she really cared. If it didn't work then there would be all out war and her people would be the first to die. She had nothing to lose. The prison door opened with a loud clang and the light that flooded in forced her to cover her eyes. Either her next meal was due or Titus was coming to gloat and drag her out to a tree. She gave a start when she heard a grunt and the prison guard tumbled down the stairs.

"Clarke?" she knew that voice too, and it wasn't Titus. She leant forward slightly and saw a brunette in warrior clothes appear in front of her cell.

"Octavia?"

"Oh thank god, I've been looking for you for days. I'm glad you're ok" Clarke raised an eyebrow "Ok, I'm glad you're alive. You look and smell like death."

"I'm the Commander of Death I have to look the part." Octavia snorted at the comment "Would you mind getting me out of here?"

Octavia produced a pair of keys and began to unlock the cell. "When you didn't show I got a little worried, and then I heard about Heda. I tried to get to your room but no one would let me through. I overheard a guard worried about Wanheda being kept prisoner. How did you get down here? What happened?" Octavia finally go the lock undone and opened the door.

"Titus locked me up down here. Titus killed Lexa."

"WHAT?"

"Keep your voice down. Titus was trying to kill me, he somehow had a gun. Lexa heard the noise and came to help. Titus shot her. Lexa made Titus promise that no harm would come to me and I don't think he wanted to follow that one."

"Why was Titus trying to kill you?"

"He thought I made Lexa weak. That it was my fault for her new stance on peace. He tried to set it up so that Lexa would like Skaikru killed me and launch war on them."

"How would he frame Skaikru we are the only ones here."

"He had, whoops" She took the keys out of Octavia's hands and moved to the other end of the prison. "Wake up Murphy it's your lucky day." She opened the cell door for her fellow Sky Person.

Octavia looked down at Murphy "where did he come from?"

"Long story. What has happened with the conclave? Is there a new Heda?"

"No, the Commander Spirit rejected all the Nightbloods. There is a meeting in the throne room now about it. That is how I snuck in."

"Perfect"

Octavia gave her a curious look "Clarke, what are you planning?"

"Starting a revolution. Come on." Clarke shrugged her shoulders then started moving towards the door, stopping to grab the sword off the fallen guard first.

"Where are we going?" Octavia followed her, Murphy trailing further back.

"Throne room"

"Clarke you can't just burst in there! They will kill you!"

"Titus will be there and I have unfinished business." The blonde growled.

"Clarke that is suicide"

"I won't be going in there" Octavia frowned at the blondes words "Wanheda will be."

When they finally made it to the elevator all three stepped in, and waited for the long ride to the top to commence. When it finally did all three were silent, Octavia was shooting Clarke confused and worried looks. Clarke was standing stock still with the sword still held in her hand. Clarke was half glad of the way she looked, Wanheda looking like this was far more scary then a clean one. When the elevator stopped Clarke ran out and before anyone could blink the two guards standing in front of the throne room door were out cold on the floor.

"That was cool. You have to teach me, if we make it out alive." Octavia was staring wide eyed.

Clarke pushed all her weight against the doors and they swung open quickly making a huge noise as they bounced back off the walls. Everyone in the room was frozen as they took in the sight that was Wanheda with fire and murder in her eyes, which were locked on one target. She stormed up the centre of the room and with strength she didn't know she had, she picked Titus up and slammed him into the wall behind him, pushing the sword into his throat. When she spoke her voice was laced with nothing but anger and clearly echoed through the room.

"Did you really think you would get away with it? Trying to kill Wanheda, killing Heda, and then locking Wanheda away to make sure no one could find out your dirty little secret. Well it's out now because everyone in the room now knows that you killed her, you killed Heda! You couldn't take it could you, that Heda was no longer your little puppet. She wanted peace you wanted war. So you came up with your little plan go behind Heda's back and ignore her orders, kill Wanheda, blame the Skaikru and have Heda start a war."

No one in the room moved or said anything they just watched the confrontation in front of them trying to process what was happening.

"I could kill you right now, Jus drein jus daun correct? That's what you wanted right? I could slit your throat and no one would care. Although it's not much of a fair trade, the blood of a traitor against the blood of a great Commander, so I wouldn't stop there, I will burn the clans to the ground, I would make what happened at the mountain look like child's play, you pushed and pushed and you have finally released The Commander of Death. I hope you are happy, and that you live for eternity to see the world you created."

Clarke heard a few worried shuffled behind her, so far so good.

"Or we can take a second option, Lexa's way Jus nou drein jus daun yes? I know the Spirit hasn't chosen a new leader, and we both know why, don't we." Titus was looking at her with fear "There is no one here worthy to carry her legacy, but one. Do it and I will spare the clans, don't and the clans will burn. Starting with Polis."

Clarke heard some more movement behind her. She could almost feel the fear. They feared Wanheda, perfect.

"Administer the test Flamekeeper."

Clarke blinked another familiar voice. She wondered when Roan had gotten there. He was far smarter then she gave him credit. She locked eyes with Titus daring him. He looked like he had swallowed something sour. Clarke stepped back and removed the sword from the man's neck. With a look of resignation she pulled the box that held the Spirit and opened it.

"Hold out your hand." He instructed and Clarke instantly followed.

As he removed the Spirit from the box she could see him trying to shield it from the rest of the room. As he moved the Spirit towards her hand the tentacles she had seen when it was removed from Lexa reappeared. Clarke gave a started jump when they touched her hand and sent an electrical shot through it. Nothing happened for a few more seconds before she let out a yelp and cry of pain as the back of her neck began to burn. She heard gasps from around the room and hoped it was a good thing. The burning stopped and the pain turned into a dull throb. She started to feel dizzy and weak in the legs, but before she could do anything her legs crumbled and she met darkness.

Lexa was pacing, not something she normally did. She was in a dark room with nothing but a single candle for light and a door that wouldn't open. She was supposed to be meeting the new commander when they were chosen. She wasn't sure how long she had been there but it felt like a long time. The pacing was her latest idea to keep herself occupied. Humming didn't last long, tapping lasted even less. She almost let out a scream of joy when the room began to change. She recognised the room almost immediately, it was her throne room. She noticed her red banners that marked what clan she was from had changed to blue. She gathered the new Heda wasn't Trikru, and the banners were too light to be Azgeda. It reminded her of the blue Clarke wore. She quickly stopped herself; thinking of Clarke was not a good idea. She heard a thump and turned to face the doors as they were pushed open. When she saw who was standing there, her mouth dropped open.

Clarke wasn't quite sure where she was. The last thing she remembered was the burning in her neck, then feeling weak and dizzy. She had a quick look around, but aside from a single candle and a set of doors there was nothing but black. With no other option she leant against the doors and pushed them open. Hoping what was on the other side wasn't bad. When the doors opened she recognised the throne room from the Polis tower, only all the banners had changed from red to blue, her blue, Skaikru blue. The room was empty, except for a loan figure that was staring at her with their mouth wide open.

"Lexa?"

"Clarke?"

"What are you doing here?"

They somehow managed to say everything simultaneously as they quickly moved towards each other and wrapped each other in a hug. They both just stared at each other in silence, neither knowing what to do. It was Clarke who finally broke the silence.

"Where am I?" she asked as she did a quick look around while still in Lexa's arms.

"The Commanders Spirit." Lexa pulled away from Clarke, instantly missing the contact with the blonde. "This is where I would come in my dreams to speak to the past commanders. I have been waiting here for the new commander to arrive."

"So I am inside the Commanders Spirit?" Lexa nodded yes "The only way to access it is if you are Heda?" Lexa nodded again and Clarke let a small smile form on her face. "It worked then."

"Clarke, what worked?"

"The Spirit rejected all the nightbloods" Lexa's eyes went wide "So as Wanheda I demanded that Titus test me to see if the Spirit would accept me, he was reluctant but Roan stepped in and made him. Apparently it has chosen me."

Lexa's eyes had darkened at the mention of Titus. "He lives?"

"Yes. I was locked in prison to keep his secret, Octavia broke me out and I confronted Titus in front of the clan leaders. They all know now. I blacked out after the Spirit touched me, but not before I felt something burning my neck." Lexa spun Clarke around to look at her neck.

"You have the sacred symbol."

"The infinite sign?" Clarke turned back around.

"Yes." Lexa locked her eyes with Clarke and unable to take it anymore she leant forward and kissed the blonde. Clarke instantly responded, she committed the feeling of the brunette's lips on her to her memory so she would never forget them. When they broke apart and were both breathing heavily Clarke resumed their conversation.

"So, you were waiting here for the next Commander. Why?"

Lexa sat on the ground and motioned for Clarke to do the same. "There are things that I must tell you about the Spirit and the role and history of the Commander. It was explained to me when the Spirit accepted me."

Clarke motioned her to continue and Lexa began her first lesson.