Hatred into Love
Spoilers: All Season 1 and Season 2 of the 100; Spoilers from San Diego Comic Con The 100 Panel
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Formerly called Becoming Clarke
Clarke wakes to the sound of crackling and attempts to move her hands to her face but senses the binds before feeling them. Opening her eyes she sees the fire and the person beyond it, a burly man with white paint under his eyes with several severe scars across his cheek. Groaning she sat up, aware that her head was pounding and it felt as if she'd drank the entire case of Monty's moonshine in one sitting. The thought brought sickness to her stomach and she soon found herself emptying what little she had eaten onto the floor of the small tent. Thankfully unlike Lexa's tent it was dirt instead of animal hides.
The thought of the woman who betrayed her made her empty her stomach a second time. Anger filled her but also confusion, she expected the grounders to treat her with respect as Lexa had ordered them to. They'd been ordered to listen to her as well but whatever happened at the mountain had likely voided those orders. She was tied up and at the mercy and while she strived to remember how she'd been captured, the last thing she remembered was walking away from Camp Jaha.
"Drink." The burly man held out a cup and Clarke took it with her restrained hands, bringing it to her lips to wash away the acidic taste of the vomit. "Wanheda awakens, you slept for three days."
Clarke gently held the cup, "where am I? Why am I here?" She met his steel blue eyes, "do you even know who I am."
A piece of her wondered what Lexa would do to the warrior sitting before her. Would she congratulate him on capturing Clarke or stick a knife through his body for daring to tie her up. Her wish to strangle the woman was forefront on her mind but she knew that her safety depended on whether the woman still considered her valuable. If the alliance was off, if Lexa had only been playing her emotions to get what she wanted then the likelihood of her safety without a weapon was next to none. That made her more pissed, the idea that Lexa played her emotions to get her people back; for that alone she wanted to strangle the woman and then kill her before bringing her back and doing it all over again.
The man gave her a nod, "I know who you are Klark kom Skaikru. You are Wanheda, the Commander of Death and my prisoner. You will gain me back my honor as a warrior and allow me the chance to have the woman I love."
"The Commander won't praise you for this, she'll likely shove her sword through you."
The man laughed and leaned forward slightly. "The Commander is otherwise occupied with preserving peace with your pathetic people. She will not know of your capture until my queen has already sent her your head."
Clarke swallowed at the mention of the word queen, "Azkru Kwin?"
He nodded, "my beloved was forced to banish me but she will honor me back when I deliver you to her. She will delight at me delivering the Commander's beloved to you and like the first your death will make her listen to my queen."
"The Commander and I are allies, nothing more so this won't gain you anything."
The man stood and picked up a log, dropping it in the fire. "You try to protect your precious commander but all know you spent your nights in her tent. Her ruthlessness was legendary until you started spending your nights between her furs and then she became soft, listening to reason and bending to your will." He bent down beside Clarke and forced her chin up so they looked at each other. "Tell me your secret Clarke of the Sky People, what did you do to make a ruthless woman weak?"
Clarke spit at him and he knocked her across the face, she fell to the ground. "I'll tell you nothing." She tried to pick herself up but her tied hands made it difficult.
She was pissed at Lexa and would show the woman how much if she ever saw her again but between the Ice Nation and the woman who betrayed her, her loyalty would stay with Lexa. She knew what extremes the woman would take, knew her methods and thought processes. Clarke couldn't even begin to predict how the Ice Queen worked but if the woman murdered Costia it was sure bet she'd take out anything that could make her have power over Lexa.
As she turned over, Clarke saw the man sit back down across from her. "Tell me your name, I at least deserve to know my captor's name."
"Roan, now stay silent."
She sat up after several attempts and looked at the fire. "Why can't I remember anything?"
"I said stay silent!"
"Did you poison me?" Clarke looked up to see him staring at her.
He was on his feet and held a knife to her throat seconds later. "Stay silent or I shall remove your tongue. Your tongue is not required to be attached to you when I give you to my queen."
Clarke nodded and he backed off, sitting down across from her. "I'll be quiet, just tell me why I can't remember anything."
"All the food you had with you were poison, known to induce madness. After your mind clears you do not remember anything. Now be quiet."
Night wore on and Clarke noticed that Roan laid down to sleep with his knife not far off from him. Silently she moved across the dirt and got to her knees, reaching for the knife. Clarke paused when she got her hands on it and waited to see if Roan would wake. When she didn't she maneuvered herself till she sat on her bottom, flipping the knife carefully in her tied hands she began using it to cut the ropes that bound her.
It took a long while but the ropes finally cut and fell into her lap. Brushing them aside, the former sky leader quietly put the knife in her boot and turned onto her hands and knees to crawl to the tent opening. It was only once she was free did she survey the area to find she was still in the forest. Heading away from the camp, she was careful to step only in wet patches of moss and leaves to avoid making noise, it was one of the few survival things she'd learned from watching both Anya and Lexa.
Morning arrived and Clarke found herself on the edge of a village, those moving around in it were noticeably Trigedakru so Clarke knew she was partially safe. Just as she started toward the village, a hand grabbed over her mouth and around her waist. Fighting she found herself thrown to the ground, leaning over her was Roan and he looked angry.
"You think I would not know you escaped? I put that knife there to see if you would attempt such foolishness and I was right."
"Let me go, I'll do anything you want." She groaned as he sat on her, his big frame and muscle no doubt the reason he weighed a ton. Clarke found herself unable to move despite her attempts.
He chuckled and pulled rope from around his waist, tying her wrists. "Others would take their pleasure than let you go but I have no desire for you. Your attempts at seducing me to get what you wish will not work."
Clarke stared at him before turned her head to see several of the village warriors doing patrols near the tree line. "Sis au beja!" Clarke yelled and repeated the phrase, biting Roan's hand when he attempted to put his hand over her mouth. "Sis au beja!"
As expected the warriors moved from the tree line towards them and when they arrived to see Clarke under the burly warrior they stared at them. Roan exchanged words with them in Trigedasleng and Clarke had learned enough while with Lexa to know that he was telling them his young wife repeatedly tried to run because she didn't like the marriage her parents arranged.
"Spicha!" Clarke yelled and looked at the warriors as she fought against Roan's hold. "Azkru! Azkru!"
Roan slapped her across the face, "em pleni houmon."
"Ai laik Klark kom Skaikru!"
That had the warriors pointing their weapons at Roan and one threw him off of Clarke, helping her up. She stood and the warrior handed her a sword, motioning to the man that was standing facing them. "He is yours Wanheda."
"You can keep your life but next time we meet I will not hesitate to slit your throat." She lowered the sword. "Go before I rethink my decision."
Roan turned and ran into the forest and Clarke felt the adrenaline slowly dissipate in her body. Pain from wounds and bruises filled her and she held out the sword to the warrior beside her. He took it and as she let go, Clarke found herself being dragged under the heavy current of pain.
Softness cocooned her body as Clarke became aware of herself, she was warm and the bed she laid on wasn't the forest floor. Opening her eyes she found a woman leaning over her, a wet cloth in her hands as she dabbed at Clarke's forehead.
"Weron ai?"
The woman smiled, "a village two days from the Azkru border. Do you remember the warriors saving you from the ice warrior?"
"Yes." She looked around to find herself in a tent, no one else was there besides the woman but it was clear it was a family home. Clothes hung from rods to create the semblances of rooms and the small area Clarke lay in was warmed by a pot holding a fire. "What happened?"
The woman put the rag down in a bowl and stood, starting to prepare what looked like a small plate of bread and dried meat. "You were injured, a wound was infected and the brutality of that ice warrior did you no favor in allowing it to heal."
"I remember cutting myself when I ran from him." Clarke sat up slowly and accepted the plate from the woman. "Mochof, what is your name?"
The woman sat on the edge of the bed, "Osa, you speak our language with little accent, who taught you?"
"I know very little Trigedasleng, enough that I can get by if necessary. As for who taught me, it doesn't matter." She refused to think about the language lessons that she exchanged with Lexa as they sat eating their meals by the fire. She was still angry at the woman and had the urge to shove a knife into her back so she knew what it felt like to be stabbed in the back by someone she cared for. "Are you a warrior? I thought warriors only spoke gonasleng."
"I was a warrior until I birthed children to my houmon, the last made me weak and I was unable to return to battle. I became a healer as they are necessary when men go to battle and come back with wounds."
Clarke nodded, "once I'm better I'll move on and leave your village in peace."
"Word has already been sent to Heda that you have been recovered, she will no doubt arrive within two days of receiving such word."
"Heda need not know I'm here." Clarke placed the plate aside and looked at her hands. "Heda and I aren't exactly allies despite the alliance between our people. That is, if there still is an alliance."
Osa chuckled, "you may believe that Klark kom Skaikru but I assure you that Heda instructed all the villages that you were to be treated as is she was the one residing in the village. Heda will come and when she does I would be gracious," she stood and smiled down at Clarke. "Even if your anger at her makes you wish her dead."
"How did you know?"
"You have the look of revenge in your eye when she is mentioned."
"Yeah well I deserve to after what she did to me!" Clarke folded her arms and allowed her mind to momentarily flash to the mountain and Lexa's betrayal.
Osa nodded and patted Clarke's arm, "rest Clarke of the Sky People, you are still weak from the infection."
A/N: Here we go, this one is going to be fun to write I know!
Next: Lexa arrives and Clarke unleashes fury at the woman for her betrayal.
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