The night before the caravan was scheduled to leave, Clarke made her way to Luna's hut and could not keep herself from smirking when she opened the door and was immediately wrapped into a fierce hug. The kiss that followed tightened things all over her body and sped her heartbeat beyond what it should be for a simple dinner. When they pulled back from each other Clarke grinned and looked her. "I can get used to this!"
Her laugh was full of light and melody and it was a sound that Clarke knew she would miss the entire time Luna was gone again.
"Well then, you are in luck because that's how it's going to be from now on."
Clarke hesitated for a heartbeat as a sudden wave of sadness pass over her. "I wish more than anything that I could go with you. Actually, I wish I could go myself. I have a bad feeling about this trip, Luna—"
Luna gently covered her lips with two fingers. "Shh, it is going to be fine Clarke. I really need to go this time. Since the war began we are in need for new supplies and restocking. I also need to discuss things with heda about aids for the losses we are confronted with during the war. The benefit and my own usefulness cannot be questioned. Neither can my safety. You've seen it yourself, Floukru makes this trip every cycle so there is nothing to worry about, ai hodnes." Her expression suddenly changes as she kissed her hand. "Hey, why do your fingers smell like honey?"
Clarke knows that this was one of those arguments she wasn't going to win, so she decided to drop it and go along with her queen's attempt to change the subject. Taking a page from Lena's book, Clarke wiggled her eyebrows at her and she swatted her in the stomach before heading over to the table to lay out dinner.
"Well, it may have something to do with what is wrapped in cloth in my pouch." She spun around and saw her eyes lit with a surprised gleam.
"You brought honey cakes?"
Clarke shrugged, pleased to make her happy. "What kind of going away is it if we do not have some sort of treat?"
She crossed the short distance between them and once again wrapped her in a fierce hug. Her words were soft and serious and Clarke knew immediately there was no innuendo intended. "My treat is you. I'm going to miss you desperately."
With hands as gentle as she could make them, Clarke cradled her face. The words coming straight from her heart. "Nothing in this world is more important than you to me now. You are all I think of every second of the day. I couldn't think of anything other than being in your arms again wherever you are away."
She pressed Clarke's hand to her cheek, eyes shutting out the world around them. "My love, every single heartbeat of every day that I'm away from you is an eternity of loss for me. I don't think you realize just how much of my heart you've claimed."
The air went out of her lungs and she closed her eyes in the face of such love. "You honour me."
They stood there for a few heartbeats longer before she slowly pulled away. "We should eat."
Luna's abrupt mood change baffled her. "Why the rush?"
One look from those golden eyes of hers brought it all into focus. "Because I have plans for you and I'd like to get to them sooner rather than later, perimeter scout."
Clarke chuckled and nearly swallowed her tongue when Luna spoke again. "Tell me, have you been practicing your knot work like I suggested?"
"Luna?"
She merely gave her a mischievous smile in return and Clarke's heart raced with anticipation. Dinner was tasty, if fast done, and their honey cakes became a sticky mess of teasing expectation. Candle marks later, after they had sated both their bodies and their hearts, Clarke lay in the bed watching her queen sleep.
Even though their love felt older than the language they used to speak the words, it still had the shine of newness about it. Her heart sorrowed for her absence and her body ached for her queen as if she were not lying next to her in the night. It was because of her need and the pending ache of loss that she could not still her hands through her hair. It was because they balanced on the precipice of separation that she will tell her goodbye one last time. With lips and the practiced hand of soft caresses, Clarke roused her to wakefulness once again. In the dull light of the dimly flickering oil lamp, Luna's eyes held sleepy confusion before registering the insistent touch of her questing fingers. It was there, when the moon was high and sleep was the last thing on their minds that they connected again. Like flame to fresh candlewick, they burned bright and longer into the night than good sense dictated. The solace of sleep was a worthy sacrifice for a few last moments with her queen. She knew that if the world ended with the rising sun they would die content.
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The air chilled their skin at first light and Clarke was glad for the cloak Luna had made for her sun-cycles before. She had packed the few completed cloaks, rabbit furs, and all her finished master quality arrows onto the supply wagons the previous day, so all that was left to do would be to dump it in the cart and say her goodbyes. Luna's mare stood placidly nearby with saddle and bags in place. She hung her spare scout quiver from the pommel for easy use though she sincerely hoped they would not need such an extreme amount of arrows for the trip. But living on the edge taught her to be prepared.
Lena was already mounted nearby, waiting for the rest to move. She smiled at her sadly as if she knows exactly how Clarke was feeling at the moment. She always knows somehow. That's way it hurts every time even more knowing that both her sister and Luna leaves her.
"Be safe and please look after her for me. Come back just as unscathed as you are now. Both of you. I love you, sister. I'll miss you."
"I will. And I love you too. Don't forget to look after yourself while worrying about us. Now go say goodbye to your queen!" Lena said looking behind her with a sad smile.
She turned away from her sister and sucked in a breath at the nearness of the one person who cradled her heart so tight. Her gut clenched at the sadness in Luna's eyes and she ached to take that anticipated pain away. Clarke held out her arms and that was all it took for her to throw herself into her embrace. They perhaps held each other too long, and yet it was not nearly long enough. Clarke meant to give her the softest of kisses to remember her by but their mouths and hearts demanded a greater sacrifice. When they were forced apart by the need for air, Clarke blushed nearly crimson at the catcalls and whistles that cheered their desperate behaviour. With a shaking hand, she cradled her cheek and Clarke could see all the emotions reflected in her watery golden eyes. "Promise you'll come back. Swear to me, by leaf and by arrow, that you will return."
She laughed. Clarke knew it was to diffuse some of the sadness of her departure. "Clarke, it is a harmless trade mission and I'll be back in only half a moon."
She shook her head, refusing to be bated from solemnity. "Promise me, Luna. Promise."
As she met her gaze with her own, Clarke knew that the words that she waits would be important, perhaps more important than the promise she had made to Torrel to live free, and possibly surpassing her own pledge to honour the queen and nation when she received her rite of caste necklace. She knew that the words her queen spoke to answer her were more than a few words that meant something to some people. What came from her mouth would also come from her heart and the words would mean everything to just one. But she wants to hear it. She wants it even though she knows such a promise isn't up to her.
Luna smiled and deposited feather light kisses to her brow, her cheek, and the corner of her lips. "By leaf and by arrow, I will return to you just as I left. As the spirits is my witness, I will hold you in my heart every moment that I'm away. I will always return to you, Clarke. Always."
Clarke nodded once then turned and walked away. She hoped Luna did not take it personally. She doesn't want to cry in front of everyone or make Luna any guiltier than Clarke knew she already was for leaving so soon again.
...
Clarke knew it had only been four days since the trade caravan left but it felt like moons have passed since. The gloomy feeling she felt unlike any other times they were apart wasn't making her feel any better about the situation. She had been keeping herself busy with scouting since and it was her first night in the village since her queen's departure.
She doesn't know how long she had been asleep when she was woken up by the insistent knock on her door. She found a very nervous and worried looking Jax when she open her door.
"Clarke, the council is here inside the chief's hut. They are asking for you."
"What happen? Why are they having a meeting in the middle of the night?" Clarke send a silent prayer for it to be nothing to do with the trade caravan.
"I don't know exactly what it is about, but a messenger came from the trade caravan a candle mark back. He looks like he was in a fight. The council is waiting." Clarke paled on hearing the news. She quickly ran out towards the chief hut and burst in. The chief, Kante, Sarah, Deka and a few others were shouting amongst themselves when she entered. Upon Clarke arrival that all suddenly stop and all she could hear was the sound of their breathing.
She looked at Kante for he was in charge in Luna's absence. "What happened? Tell me Luna is safe? What about Lena? Please tell me the caravan is safe?" She was pleading by the end of her questions.
"Wanheda, I want to say that everything is fine but it isn't." Kante looked at her with sadness and pity in his eye and his next words broke her heart. "Luna has been abducted. The caravan was attacked when they were attacked while they were in Ingranronakru's territory. The Ingranronakru betrayed the coalition and has announced themselves aligning with Azgeda just after the abduction. They killed everyone in the caravan except Queen Luna, Ambassador Lena and a messenger who was spared to bring you a massage from Queen Nia of Azgeda."
Clarke was holding her breath and sucked in a breath only on hearing Luna and Lena were not dead yet. She was crying hard of the little relieve she got on hearing Luna was still alive. She cried not caring what the people present there will think of her show of weakness. She tried to get herself together and shakily asked what she needed to know before she could go after Luna. "What massage?"
Everyone was looking at her nervously and some with pity in their eyes. She doesn't care about anything at the moment then what she needed to know to get out of there.
"We don't know how, but Queen Nia knows you are here. She wants you in exchange for our queen's life and Lena's. There are ten Azgeda warriors in the border waiting for an answer."
Before anyone could say anything further, Clarke ran out of there towards the forest. She heard Deka shouting for her to wait but there was nothing to discuss or think about. She was the reason Luna and Lena were targeted. She was what's making them suffer. How foolish was she, to think she could have a family when she had a target on her head. Because of her, everyone that is close to her, was in danger. Because of her innocent lives has been lost. There were twenty five of them in the caravan including her queen and her sister and twenty two of them were dead because of her. And the two that has all her love was with the enemy.
She doesn't know how long she had been running the trees, but she soon saw her perimeter scouts closing in on her. The closest one was Selvi who was having a hard time trying to catch up with her.
"Scout leader? Wait."
She slowed down a little. "Selvi, where are the Azgeda troops?"
"They are on the main trade road. What is happening Scout Leader? Why did you come alone? What did the messenger say?" She could heard Selvi breathing hard trying to keep up with her but falling behind slowly.
"Selvi, listen to me very carefully. I'm going with them. Tell Kante and Deka to not follow me. Tell them to gather the army and come to the Azgeda border on Trikru's side of the border, but not to cross the border. I don't want a war that we can't win to be fought and more lives to loss than it already has." She closed her eyes trying gather as much confidence and hide her inner turmoil and grief before she meet the Azgeda troops. "They have our queen and Lena. I'm going to get them back. Protect the border and the people when I'm gone. Don't let anyone that threatens our people pass the perimeter. Take care, Selvi. May we meet again." After giving her instruction, she ran the trees with an extra burst of speed leaving her scouts behind. All she could hear was a faint sound of protest from her third scout which she knew won't be able to follow her.
She soon found the Azgeda troops gathered around a small fire. She slowly came out of the shadows and walk towards them raising her hands to not feel threatened. They hesitated for a moment before a bulky warrior signalled the others to inspect the surrounding. She simple stood there anxious to get going but knowing she couldn't tell them that. The bulky guy came and hit her with the handle of his sword which knocked her out.
...
Her journey went by a blur, with few moments were she was given food and water and then knock out again. It was killing her head with a painful headache, but on the other hand, it made the journey go by faster. She doesn't know how long they have been travelling but if the weather was anything to go by she would guess they were getting closer to Azgeda. Why they had to knock her out is a mystery to her. Weather it was to avoid resistance or to hide their route or their camps she couldn't figure out, but at the moment all she cared about was reaching Azgeda.
After days of travelling this time when she woke up it was dark. Her head throbbed with a sickening intensity, her stomach roiled and she was shivering with intense cold. All she could do was roll to the side and vomit. The pain was so intense she blacked out again. The second time she woke it was still dark but she felt slightly better. Her head still ached fiercely but at least her stomach had calmed. Despite the darkness she tried to get a feel for what was around her. The sound of clinking metals told her that she was not the only one in shackles. Someone had covered her with a blanket which she was grateful for considering they didn't have to give her that. She doesn't know how much the Ice Queen know about her relationship with Luna, but she doesn't want to show them what she was feeling at the moment and risk giving them more edge over her. It was easier said than done considering she was awake and anxious. She still doesn't know what she was going to do. Not knowing exactly what the situation is and having no clue about what to expect was one reason, but she doesn't care much about it and all that was on her mind was worry, sadness, helplessness and regret. Regret seem to be a constant in her life. It had been her constant companion since the moment her dad got floated.
She was pulled out from her thoughts by the sound of several footsteps in the hallway outside. She could smell the men that came her way long before she could make out their outline from the torch they carried. She composed her expression before four large warriors with white paint all over their faces came in and gag her before covering her head. They pulled her up and led her to a series of hallways and corridors before they finally stopped and pushed her on her knees. The sack was pulled off her head and she blinked rapidly against the dazzling light. When her vision readjusted, she looked up at the throne in front of her. If Lexa was intimidating, the woman in front of her was something else. Unlike Lexa, she was much older with dirty dark blond hair and cloak made of fur of some kind which for some reason was made to look faded and old. What was more revolting was the scars on her face which was carved purposefully in patterns not like the rest of her warriors.
"Hello, Wanheda." Clarke could hear the smile in her voice while her expression remain menacingly satisfied like she had won a prize. Her eyes swept all over her, studying her. "I have been looking for you for more than three years now while your legend grows. But now that you are in front of me, I wonder what all the fuss is about. You are just a child just like that inept girl who is unworthy of being a commander." She sneer while spitting out the last sentence as if the words left a foul taste.
"I'm not here to hear you complain." Clarke said getting the queens attention. "I've done my part, now do yours. Set Queen Luna and Lena free."
Nia gave her a look that almost looked too giddy that unnerved her and told her it was not going to be this easy. She felt her anger spike at the queen's expression.
"Ah the deal. I remember, Wanheda. But you see, there is a complication and I thought I would let you sort it out." She gave a signal to someone still looking at her and smiling widely.
Soon three prisoners were brought out with their head covered and forced on their knees in front of her as they had done to her. Their faces were soon revelled and Clarke whimpered at seeing her queen in such an unforgiving state. She tried hard not to show Nia what she was feeling but she must have seen her slip up because she was smiling more brightly, if it was even possible. Lena and Raven were not any better. They were gag and bound. A look of surprise crossed on all their faces when they saw her. Luna started fighting to get to her in vain. Clarke almost broke on seeing the anguish on her face and she wish, oh how she wish she could stop those tears.
"Awww… isn't this sweet. Quite a reunion I would say. But alas! We still have to deal with the little complication with our deal." Clarke then turn to face her trying hard not to lash out and loose herself. "You see our deal was you for two of them. So, what do you say? Kill one of them and I will set the remaining two free. Hmm?"
Clarke couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even more she couldn't believe such a person with a soul this twisted even exist. She bit her lips hard until she could taste her blood to keep her grounded. "You know that's not going to happen. I'm what you wanted. Leave them out of this you crazy bitch."
She laugh at her response which only made her see red with anger. She pulled her chains to get to the crazy bitch but it was properly secured.
"Now it is starting to get exciting. You've last much more than I presume you would." She turn to her guard then. "Bring him. It seem like Wanheda here needs to learn her place."
When she turned back to her, Clarke could see the glint in her eyes and she was sure whatever was coming next wasn't going to be any good either. "You see, Wanheda, I wanted your dear friend here to build bombs, but she wasn't very cooperative. Then someone who wants you dead more than me came to me with an offer I couldn't resist." Just then someone entered the chamber and stood behind Luna, Lena and Raven. Clarke's mind flipped out while her heart beats feverishly inside.
"I see you two don't need any introduction." Nia say still with the damn smile on her face.
"I thought you were this strong independent leader. Well, I guess I was wrong if you are desperate enough to seek a mountain man's help." Clarke spoke trying to rile up her tormentor. She has to buy time to come up with something, but with her limited movement nothing was coming to mind then buying time.
A flash of anger passed through Nia's eyes but was schooled very quickly. "Oo.. But he isn't here to help me in the war. He is only here to keep your little bird friend in line. She won't do what I say and I won't get what I want if she is hurt. Which left me with a rather impossible situation. Carl Emerson here has the passcode to launch the missiles at mount weather which is already secured by my warriors. This little situation seem to motivate your friend." She mused for moment which Clarke knew by now was an act to torture her more. "Which reminds me, I couldn't kill her. That leaves your lover here and whatever she is to you." She said looking at Lena.
Clarke lashed out then. She could feel her wrist bleed. "I'll kill you. I swear if you touch anyone of them I swear I'll end you in a much more painful ways then you could ever imagine."
Nia only laugh at her outburst. "So, which one do you want to safe, Wanheda? Or shall I choose for you?"
As soon as she said that, Carl Emerson took out a pistol and stood there with a hard look on his face. Clarke loss it then. She couldn't think of anything and all she could see was Luna's sad expressions and the never ending tears on her beautiful, beautiful face. "Please, I'll do anything. Please, don't hurt them. I'll join the war for you, I'll serve you in whatever way you want, I'll do anything, please let them go. Please.." Clarke was begging by then. Her sobbing and pleading suddenly came to an end with the deafening sound of a gun being fired and she saw her queen falling head first on the floor and a pool of blood forming around her.
Everything stopped then. Something inside of her snapped. She could hear nothing, feel nothing. All she sees was just her and her queen's fallen form in front of her in a field of abyss and darkness. She didn't cry neither has a single tear fallen from her eyes since she heard the deafening sound. She doesn't hear Nia giving instructions to her guards. She doesn't see, Lena sobbing uncontrollably. She doesn't see Raven looking at her with sadness and worry in her eyes. She doesn't feel the guards lifting her up and leading her outside. She doesn't see the crowd of people she was led through. She doesn't feel her hands and feet being tied to a pole at a stage at the edge of a cliff. She doesn't hear Nia speaking to her audience about who her captive was and what she was going to do to her. She doesn't hear Nia asking for a poisoned sword to prolong her suffering instead of giving her relive with a quick dead. She doesn't feel the sword that was pushed through her gut and then being pulled out. And she definitely doesn't feel her losing consciousness and being thrown off the cliff.
...
Lexa was restless. It has been four days back that the two Floukru generals has come to her seeking an audience. She felt so many different things while listening to what Kante was saying. Anger, regret, sadness, happiness, acceptance, jealousy and a lot more emotions she doesn't know she even has inside her. But it had ended with worry and anger at hearing that Clarke had gone alone to give herself up to save her queen, which in itself cause Lexa to feel numerous emotions. She was angry at Luna for keeping all this a secret, but knowing Clarke and what she had done to her, she couldn't blame her for keeping her promise to Clarke. At that moment she had kept all those thoughts and emotions on the back of her head and sprang into action. Giving orders to go to the Azgeda border as asked by Clarke to her scouts and see if they can infiltrate the border for a rescue mission.
But here she was with no progress and with no idea how to go forth. Every group she send to infiltrate was either slaughter or push back. Nia seem prepare and correctly predicted that Lexa would come only from Trikru and Azgeda border since it was the only clan around Azgeda that was with Lexa. She knows fighting head on would kill many and she couldn't risk it with Azgeda already prepare and in their environment.
Her temper was starting to grow steadily by the minute and her hand itch to kill. Her heart was a whole another form of torture. It ache to save Clarke and the helplessness she felt at the moment reminded her of Costia and how helpless she was then too. She kept coming back to one thought every minute. A single thought that if she hadn't left Clarke at Mount Weather all this won't have happened.
The pain in her heart soon outgrew the steady growing temper and she realise she was starting to hyperventilate. She lean down a tree and try to breath. She was grateful that it was dark and no one was near her. She was soon on her knees and breathing hard but with no air coming in. A hand then engulf her and slowing starting stroking her back.
"Lexa, listen to the sound of my breathing. And try imitating it okay? Start." Anya took a deep breath making sure to let Lexa hear the whole process and breathe out. She continued the same process a few time and soon she was back to normal. She hadn't had a situation like this in a long time. The last one she remember was the night she received Costia's head. She suddenly realised she was still in Anya's arms and stood up feeling ashamed and angry at herself for not being able to control her emotions.
"Lexa, I have known you since you were a child. Nobody saw it other than me so don't beat yourself up over it."
Lexa looked at her then. Seeing the worry and care in those eyes almost brought her to tears. She took a deep breath and schooled her emotions. "Thank you, Anya."
"Clarke is strong. I worry more about Nia for bringing her into the war. Don't think too much into it, Lexa. You should rest. You didn't sleep last night either. You need to keep your mind sharp and your body rested if we are required to fight when the time comes." Anya reasoned, but Lexa knew it was not true. Clarke wasn't a warrior. And she was alone unlike at the Mountain. She also knew she won't be able to sleep even if she tried.
"I'm fine, Anya." Lexa said walking back towards her tent.
"Lexa, you aren't fine. You've eaten only little since you receive the news and haven't gotten more than a few hours' sleep. You are snapping at anyone who made the smallest of mistakes and that's making everyone tense. They need their leader calculating and calm not angry and reckless." Anya almost shouted by the end, stopping Lexa on her track.
She knew her mentor was right, but she doesn't know how to remedy what she was feeling. Anya came in front of her and place a hand on her shoulder making her look at her before she spoke softly. "You haven't given up on Clarke all this time when you don't even know where she was. Don't lose hope now when you know she is alive and where she is."
Unable to voice herself, Lexa simple nodded. But the moment was broken when a warrior came running looking for her. "Heda!"
She and Anya walk towards the warrior who came running at seeing them. "What is it warrior?"
He took a quick breath. "Heda, a scout spotted someone coming at our direction from inside Azgeda territory."
"Which direction? Lead the way." Anya said and they went running.
They soon came to a stop at the edge of the border where Lexa's scouts were watching. Kante and Deka too came running their way. She was in such a state that she didn't even think of schooling her emotions. The worried and hopeful expression was on display for anyone looking her way to see, though at the moment everyone's eye was on the silhouette of the woman coming their way slowly like she was having a hard time moving forward.
Not having the patience to wait anymore and watch the person suffer trying to walk, as soon as she saw two arrows sticking out of the women, Lexa called her scouts and told them to watch her back while she runs in the shadows towards the clearly injured woman.
She ran as fast as she could without giving out her location. She soon reach the woman and felt a pang in her heart at realising she wasn't Clarke. Her momentary lapse was broken by the arrow flying passed her. She quickly lift the woman on her shoulder and move back the way she came dodging arrows after arrows. Her scouts were firing back taking the heat off of her. She was almost out of their firing range when she felt another arrow hit the woman who gave only a weak whimper. She could feel her lose consciousness.
"Anya don't let anyone cross this line. Get me a horse. Quick." She order as soon as she was near enough to be heard.
She carefully placed the woman on the horse which was brought to her. It was dark except for the little moonlight that seep through the canopies of the trees and she still couldn't place who the woman was with all the blood and dirt on her face.
"Kante. Deka. Come with me. Anya, come as soon as things are settled here." She get on the horse and starts riding fast towards the healer's tent.
Luckily Nyko was still there when she brought the woman in and he immediately started checking her with a word from Lexa. Lexa was then asked to wait outside until he was done. As soon as there was light she recognised the woman as Lena even with all the dirt and blood and tears. She wanted to stay and wait for Lena to wake up, not wanting to waste a moment to ask about Clarke and Luna, but Lena was unconscious and she would only get in Nyko's way and slow him down.
Kante and Deka were outside waiting for any news. Deka broke down when she heard it was Lena and Lexa could see the relief on the general's face through her tears. Lexa didn't know that Deka and Lena were together and couldn't help but commend the general's strength of being able to keep herself together all this time. They soon sat by the fire silently waiting for Nyko to be done. Lexa couldn't keep the worry at bay of what happen to Clarke. She doesn't know what she could do to rescue Clarke. She had prayed to the spirits more times than any before these past few days and she still couldn't stop herself from doing it again once more. At the moment all she asked was for Clarke to be alive.
Since the Plain Raiders' betrayal, they were at a disadvantage and she couldn't attacked recklessly. How she was going to rescue Clarke was still not known to her. She needed assassins but Azgeda is filled with their own vast number of assassins which makes infiltrating impossible. She had asked Kante about the Phantom which was the only hope she has considering she was the only one good enough not to be seen by anyone yet. But to her disappointment, Kante has said that the Phantom was missing since the day Luna was captured. Lexa could only hope that whoever the Phantom was, he or she was looking after Clarke and Luna.
They were soon joined by Anya about a candle mark later. Time seem to move much more slowly that night. Their torturous wait came to a halt when the sky started to slowly change colour. Nyko's helper came out of the healer's tent and informed them that they can enter.
As soon as they got inside, they found Lena in deep sleep. "The arrows were poisoned. I don't think she will wake up anytime soon, but she will wake up. She was lucky the arrows didn't hit anything vital. You can sleep in one of the cots here if you want, but don't disturbed the injured. Call me if anything changes when I am away." Nyko walk away after saying that. Deka quickly got on her knees and sobbed holding Lena's hands. Kante walk over a cot and sat there watching Deka with sadness in his eyes.
"Lexa, you should go and rest. You heard what Nyko said. She won't wake up anytime soon. Go to your tent and get some sleep. I will get you if she wakes up when you are away." She slowly nodded to Anya and left the tent.
Sleep didn't come easily and neither was the nightmare making her sleep a restful one when it did come. The nightmare was becoming a regular thing which is one of the reason she was avoiding sleep. Getting Costia's head was one of the most traumatic and hurtful moment of her life. And she was relieving that same moment every time she fell asleep, but instead of Costia's head, this time it was always Clarke's.
Much later that day, the sun has just set and she was still at her tent thinking of ways to get inside Azgeda when Anya called her and led her to the healer's tent. When she came in, she found Deka giving Lena water with much care like she was holding a fragile thing. Lexa was happy to just let Deka handle the situation and didn't want to overwhelm Lena in her state, so she stood back with Anya and Kante.
"Lena, love, what happen?" Deka asked looking almost afraid when she voice her question.
As soon as Lena heard the question, she sobbed uncontrollable and Lexa was able to pick out only four words between sob that shattered her world completely.
"Nia killed them both."
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