Hi! This is my first fic and English is not my first language so please be gentle in your reviews.
To be honest, time-travel fics have become somewhat of a guilty pleasure and I just couldn't resist.
It's riddled with grammatical errors and spelling problems. I know it, you'll see it. No beta so all mistakes are mine.
My house belongs to the bank, my work belongs to my boss and I barely have money after paying my bills. And the 100 belongs to JRoth and Kass Morgan... Damn...
Words in italic represent trigedasleng... to avoid confusion I will only use easily identifiable words or sentences from the show.
The sun was setting but instead of the breathtaking hues of orange, purple, red and yellow that she had grown to love in her wondrous, albeit short time on earth, black clouds started to rapidly fill the previously clear sky.
If she had been a superstitious person it may have felt like a warning, an omen even, alas she wasn't, so instead, she just rejoiced and marveled at the opportunity to feel one more time the icy rain that was sure to follow.
The earth had never ceased to amaze her, even when fighting for her life she had taken the time to admire everything that surrounded her; the trees, the lakes, the flowers, hell she had even come to appreciate the mutated animals. Everything was vibrant and full of life, it tasted like freedom and endless hope, a dazzling contrast to the gloomy, monochrome and structured life in the ark.
Another memory assaulted her already overloaded brain. A brunet with intense green eyes and a smile that put the glorious sun to shame, her Heda, her Lexa; so strong, so stern, unyielding and ruthless yet delicate, gentle and loving at the same time. A contradiction in itself, a puzzle she quite never finished solving. Lexa was everything she had never known she wanted but now could never live without.
She was so lost in her memories and pleasant dreams of her lover, their stolen moments full of all-consuming love, lust, and longingness that she didn't even feel the first's cuts to her biceps, forearms and legs, it wasn't until a gona strike her in the chest that pain started to register on her brain.
Death by a thousand cuts; the bloodiest and most painful way to die, incisions shallow and precise enough to draw blood and extend the torture for hours, bringing agony and despair but not the relief of death. The irony of dying like this wasn't lost on her, she killed Finn to spare him pain and now she suffered his predestined fate. Karma was really a bitch.
Her eyes were wide open and her chin held up in proud defiance, she wouldn't allow them the satisfaction of breaking her, she embraced her death with such an unwavering confidence and poise than even the most seasoned warriors held their breath for a few seconds, whether in fear or admiration, she would never know. Clarke managed a small and pained smirk, she had finally gained their respect, she wasn't a weakling, a defenseless child they could bully and torment to their heart's content, only the toughest and more unyielding warriors could resist until the end.
Titus slowly but steadily approached her. No matter how much he tried, his face couldn't hide the awe and astonishment he felt. The Fleimkepa never held Clarke in high regards, he believed her weak, a distraction to Lexa's path of grandiose yet now he had to recognize he had been wrong; hot-headed and impulsive, yes, but not weak. Clarke Griffin was anything but weak.
At the sight of the bald man, bile rise in her throat, traitorous and spineless coward. How dare he show his face today?. He chided Lexa for her choices, urged her to correct what he perceived as mistakes yet he wasn't even man enough to admit his own misdeeds. In a fit of rage he tried to murder her and accidentally kill Lexa yet he accused Clarke and made her pay for his crime.
"Lexa would be proud of you" Shame, sorrow and guilt, irradiated from the man like waves, the once proud Flamekipa was reduced to a broken shell of a man. With one careless, and frankly stupid, action, he had not only snuffed the life of the woman he had vowed to protect, the closest thing he had to a daughter, but also condemn her lover to the worst of fates.
She idly considered mocking him for it but instead of acknowledging his words she just looked him in the eyes, a perverse satisfaction filled her entire being when her cold, murderous stare, made him flinch and lower his gaze.
"Have the decency to honor her and look at me murderer". Her ragged words coming in pants, punctuated by blobs of blood leaving her lips, were enough to give her a small reprieve from the torture. She effortlessly saw that her spiteful words planted the seed of doubt in her executioners, good, maybe Titus will be the next and finally pay for his felony.
Ontari was stunned and, despite herself, amazed at the woman in front of her. She had expected to rejoice with pathetic whimpers and supplications, hoped to hear screams and pitiful pleads for mercy but the skygirl endured her punishment silently and faced her death with a grace and stoicism few could brag to possess.
Her original plan had been to massacre all the skykru while the blond watch tied to the post, unable to do anything but weep for them but despite her ruthlessness she couldn't do it. Not out of kindness and certainly not compassion but out of admiration, against all odds, Clarke Griffin proved herself to be a worthy opponent. A fierce leader and even strongest warrior.
As soon as the night blood raised her sword to deliver the final blow, Clarke allowed a small and grateful smile to graze her lips, somehow through all this madness she gained Ontari's respect and that spared her the fate of watching the slaughter of the Arkadians. The skykru guards, no matter how many guns they had, were no match for an army of ruthless, bloodthirsty, Azgeda warriors.
When the double edge sword pierced her heart Clarke's eyes briefly flashed red and a deep, frightening voice rumbled from inside her.
"I'm Wanheda and my spirit won't rest until I find you again ai hodnes"
