Notes: Okay so I am so sorry about the lateness of this chapter! I know you guys have all been patiently waiting but I promise you there is a reason for the lateness. One, this chapter is long, almost 6,000 words. Two, this chapter required a lot of research as a lot of questions get answered in this chapter and I wanted to make sure I did things right. And three, this chapter was difficult to write. Like, really difficult. I hope I did this chapter justice and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I am nervous about posting this because I am wondering what your reaction to this chapter will be! Good or bad I will read and respond to every one! Well, here is Chapter 10! Thank you all for your continued support of this story and I look forward to hearing what you guys think about the story.
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Chapter 10: The Markings
"Holy shit."
Clarke stared down at the woman below her in complete shock, unable to move. Her eyes however were under no such hold as they moved slowly over the woman's features below her. Clarke was only a few inches from the woman's face and was able to take in every detail.
Her face was strong and defined, as if it were molded from granite. Her dark brows were sloped downward in a serious expression and her lips mirrored them with their hard line. Everything about the woman below Clarke screamed power, screamed dominance, screamed dangerous – everything but her eyes.
Her eyes were memorizing deep forest green, but flecks of silvery blue and gold performed a ballet throughout them. The woman's eyes held a small world within them as they seemed to glow in the blue hue's surrounding them. The colors were enough to send Clarke's heart reeling but it was the way they seemed to bore into her, as if they were staring into her very soul was where Clarke truly lost herself. The closeness allowed Clarke to see the woman's well-hidden emotions as they danced like fire just beyond her walls. Confusion, suffering, anger, pain, longing…desire…her eyes held all these deep seated emotions and many more.
Clarke couldn't help but fidget under the penetrating stare but was stopped immediately as the hand wrapped around her bicep tightened to an almost painful level and green eyes darkened as they stared up at her.
Clarke froze once again, and allowed her gaze to wander to their intertwined bodies. Their bodies were molded together so closely that Clarke could barely determine where hers began and the woman's ended. But the strong thigh between her legs and the feeling of the woman's center beneath hers didn't need to be seen – it could be felt, clearly by both of them.
Clarke's eyes dragged back up to meet the woman's gaze and she couldn't help but gasp at the sight. The woman's eyes darkened dramatically but they also burned brightly, almost as if a black fire had erupted behind them. Anger, passion, lust and a surging hunger swirled like an angry storm in her darkened eyes. Emotions so strong, they looked as if they were about to burst from beyond their walls and attack Clarke, conquering her and the world right after.
The woman below her was beautiful in the same way that fire was beautiful, something to be admired from a distance, not up close. But as the grip on Clarke's arm tightened, the thought of playing with fire had never been so tempting.
"Klark gon Skai kru…" the woman's voice was lowered to a sexy, dangerous depth as she stared up at Clarke.
The sound of the woman's voice sent a shiver down Clarke's spine and as she looked down at the woman beneath her she could have sworn she seen the corner of the woman's lips curve slightly into a sly smirk. Almost as if the woman found it amusing to see the reaction her voice had on Clarke.
"You need to get off me."
The words washed over Clarke and instantly jolted her mind as the reality of their position came crashing down upon her.
"Shit, yes…sorry," mumbled Clarke quickly bracing herself with her arms on either side of the woman's head before pushing herself up.
A small growl sounded and a hand moved quickly. Clarke could barely register the hand before it connected with her hip, stopping Clarke in her movements. The firm grip on her hip caused yet another gasp to escape Clarke's lips as she stared down to see heated narrowed eyes staring up at her. Clarke stared down at the woman in confusion for a few moments, taking in the twitch in the woman's jaw. Clarke watched as the woman dragged her gaze slowly down Clarke's body to look between their bodies for a few moments before dragging her eyes back up to meet Clarke's gaze.
Clarke followed the woman's gaze and quickly found that in her haste to push herself up from the woman she had inadvertently pushed her thigh even deeper in between the woman's legs. Clarke could feel the heat growing in her cheeks, now understanding why the woman had such a reaction to her movements before bringing her gaze back up to the woman in question.
Clearing her throat awkwardly before looking away from the woman's heated gaze Clarke stammered out.
"Shit…god…sorry."
Clarke moved and lifted her leg out from in between the woman's legs before moving quickly off the woman's body, making sure to keep herself from touching the woman further and most importantly not embarrassing herself any further.
Clarke found herself moving to the woman's side and pushed herself up to stand only to quickly realize she couldn't. Ice was everywhere, surrounding them in a small ice dome only a body lengths wide and about four feet tall. Clarke's eyes rapidly searched the ice dome as she reached out and placed a shaky hand to the ice.
As soon as her hand made contact with it Clarke closed her eyes at the feeling of gentle humming vibrating against her hand. It was calming, almost as if the ice were alive and reassuring Clarke that it would protect her against the fog.
"Is this your work?"
Clarke's eyes snapped open. The humming of the ice had almost caused her to completely forget that she was trapped here with the Grounder leader.
The Grounder leader's voice was calm and cool, nothing like the raspy lust leaden voice that sent shivers down Clarke's spine. No, this voice had a different effect on Clarke. This was the same voice that the woman used with Clarke when she had an army at her back. It was the same voice she used before attacking Clarke with a giant bolder.
Clarke turned slowly towards the woman to answer but all words seemed to leave her at the sight that greeted her. The woman was sitting on her bottom, knees up to her chest as she leaned back up against the ice wall. The woman wasn't even looking up at Clarke when she posed the question. Instead she was staring down at a knife in her hand, twisting it in the reflected light through the ice, as if she were using it to slice through the rays of sun. The handle of the knife was made out of wood and worn down, signaling to Clarke that it was used often. Her assumption was correct as the woman began twirling the knife in her hand in precise fast movements.
Clarke found herself hypnotized by the fast moving knife until suddenly it came to an abrupt stop in the woman's hand. Clarke stared at the white knuckle grip on the handle of the knife before bringing her gaze back up to meet the woman's.
"I'm sorry…what?"
The barely curve of the woman's lips was back as she leaned her head back against the ice dome to stare at Clarke. She brought her knife up and swirled it around in the air, using it to point to their surroundings.
"The ice Klark gon Skai kru, does your people have technology that can control ice?"
"Clarke."
Green eyes narrowed in confusion.
"My name, it's just Clarke."
The woman paused at Clarke's words and eyed her with slight apprehension before tilting her head slightly.
"Clarke."
Clarke couldn't help the shiver that moved down her spine as her name left the woman's lips. It sounded so different when it passed through her lips. Clarke fidgeted for a split second before addressing the woman back.
"What about you?
The woman raised an eyebrow at Clarke's question, her face however still remained impassive.
"Do you have a name?" Clarke elaborated.
The woman eyed her for a few moments, her green eyes boring holes into Clarke's before nodding.
"Commander."
It was now Clarke's turn to raise an eyebrow at the woman, but the completely serious face that stared back at her signaled to Clarke that was all she was going to get. Deciding not to push it Clarke continued.
"Okay Commander," said Clarke nodding before looking to her surroundings, eyeing the ice dome with confusion before turning back to the woman.
"You are the one who apparently can control elements. Are you certain this wasn't you?"
The Commander's eyes narrowed at the question before looking around them with a passing glance before meeting Clarke's gaze, hard eyes glittering with inner fire.
"I cannot control ice. I am one with the Earth and only the Earth."
Clarke eyed the Commander for a few moments, processing her words before speaking.
"Earth, like rocks, dirt and stuff?"
Clarke swore she saw another twitch of the Commander's lips at the question before it quickly moved back into its ever present firm line.
"Yes, among other things…" the Commander paused as she tilted her head and while no emotion was showing on her face, Clarke could see green eyes lighten just a tiny bit as they stared at her.
"Or stuff, as you so eloquently pointed out."
Clarke fought against the blush that made its way up her neck, embarrassed that the Commander was jabbing at Clarke's poor use of words. Clarke looked away from the woman trying to stifle the heat building up against her skin before settling her back against the ice. Clarke let out a verbal sigh at the feeling of the humming vibrating against her back before addressing the woman once more.
"Is that normal for your people? To control the Earth?"
The Commander seemed to pause at Clarke's question, eyeing her curiously before shaking her head slightly.
"At one time there were many movers but not anymore. To be one with the Earth is rare amongst my people now. There has not been a mover of the Earth for many years. The last warrior gifted with the Wakan Tanka blessing was from my village but he passed long before I was born."
Clarke instantly recognized the Commander's words as something she had heard from Anya.
"Wakan Tanka," said Clarke slowly making sure to pronounce the words correctly. "Anya said to your people it means the Great Spirit."
The woman across from her stiffened at her words and her once curious eyes darkened.
"Anya spoke to you."
Clarke swallowed at the barely suppressed rage in the Commander's voice.
"Yes," nodded Clarke trying to keep her voice calm and level, not wanting to anger the woman further. Clarke brought her wrist up slowly, watching as the Commander's eyes followed her every movement before Clarke extended her wrist out towards her.
"She saw my band and tried to explain it to me."
Clarke watched the woman's reaction to her words before the Commander's eyes dragged down to the band on Clarke's offered wrist. The Commander's reaction was much like Anya's when she first saw her band, as wide eyes stared down at the band.
Clarke allowed the Commander to study the band for a few moments before pressing on.
"Anya said the band signifies that I was raised in something she called the Old Ways."
The Commander did not react to her words, her eyes still locked on the band as if the woman believed that in any second it would disappear from Clarke's wrist. Clarke grimaced at the woman's lack of reaction and words before pressing forward again.
"She said something about the voices in my dreams, she called them the calling?"
The reaction to Clarke's words was immediate as the Commander quickly drew her gaze from Clarke's band to stare at her, as something akin to disbelief formed on her usual controlled face.
"You hear the calling?"
The Commander's voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, almost as if she were afraid of Clarke's answer.
"Yes," nodded Clarke watching the Commander's reaction carefully. "They spoke to me in my dreams ever since I was a child but before I came out of the drop ship to meet you in battle they were speaking to me. It is always the same voices, saying the same thing over and over again."
The Commander eyed Clarke wearily now before her eyes seemed to travel from Clarke, to the band, to the ice dome and then back to Clarke. She would repeat this process a few more times before speaking.
"Are you marked?"
It was now Clarke's turn to eye the woman with disbelief.
"How…" Clarke stuttered out, involuntarily bringing her hand up to rub the burn on her forearm.
The Commander's eyes quickly moved down to Clarke's forearm, staring at Clarke's now halted hand over her jacket before bringing her gaze back up to Clarke.
"Show me."
Clarke eyed the woman with blatant distrust. Only moments before the Commander was trying to kill Clarke and her people and while the woman had made no move to attack her, Clarke couldn't help but be hesitant around her.
The Commander seemed to sense Clarke's apprehension before moving her knife quickly, causing Clarke to jump expecting an attack, but the woman moved her knife away from Clarke to sheath it back into its holster. The woman stared at her hand which was paused on the hilt of the knife for a few moments before slowly moving her hand from the hilt of the knife. The Commander moved slowly, methodically as she moved her other hand to her wrist and began rolling up the sleeve of her jacket. Her sleeve was rolled up to her elbow before she offered her arm out to Clarke.
Clarke eyed the Commander in confusion for a few moments before staring down at the offered arm and gasping at the sight.
There, on the Commander's arm was the same inscription that Clarke had on her forearm. It was different however. Clarke eyed the woman carefully for a moment before moving closer to the offered arm. From a distance it looked like a tattoo but as Clarke drew closer she noticed it was not. Tattoos were flat, but these markings were lifted. The black inscription almost resembled roots of a tree peeking from the ground, but in this case the ground was the woman's skin.
Eer die heilige
Eer die Aarde
Honnal al met wie ons die Aarde deel
Wandel in balans en skoonheid
Beskerm die mense
Clarke stared at the inscription in disbelief, and her hand itched to run her fingers over it. Instead her fingers moved to her jacket as she pulled her sleeve up before outstretching her own forearm to rest beside the Commander's. Clarke's stared down at her brand and was surprised to find that it no longer looked angry and raw, instead it was now fully healed. White scar tissue rose up from her skin, much like the Commander's lifted inscription.
The two inscriptions were exact mirrors of the other, except the colors. Black and white, complementary but independent opposites. Like night and day, each different, yet impossible to have without the other.
"Honor the sacred."
The Commander's voice broke through the silence surrounding them causing Clarke to jump. Clarke looked up from their inscriptions to see the woman staring at Clarke's inscription, eyes travelling over the words.
"Honor the Earth. Honor all with whom share the Earth. Walk in balance and beauty. Protect the people."
The Commander's voice was barely above a whisper but the power that it held seemed to echo throughout the dome of ice. The woman dragged her eyes from their bare forearms to meet Clarke's gaze. Her emerald eyes were piercing, commanding pools of promise.
"Like a tree that lives by its roots, these words are the roots and life force of the Old Ways. They are sacred, and when said they are carried upon the wind. They are the words of the heart, soul and the mind, to remember who we truly are, where we come from and where we are going."
Clarke's eyes never wavered from the Commander's as the silence hung in the air like a suspended moment. Clarke understood that this inscription was powerful, and she ached to understand more – to understand why she bore this mark. She yearned to understand what was happening to her. Yet, the silence that lingered in the air was much like the poisonous fog surrounding them, choking back all words that attempted to escape from her lips.
Words might have failed but her actions did not as Clarke started pulling her forearm back from the woman. Slowly she moved her hands to the sleeve of her jacket, gripping it tightly before pulling her arm out from the sleeve. She did the same thing with the other. Clarke closed her eyes and took a deep breath before reaching up to push the jacket off her shoulders.
She paused.
She wanted to see the markings on her skin. She wanted Commander to explain what was happening to her. But she also knew the second she opened her eyes – the second she saw the marks and received her answers, nothing would be same again. No longer could she cling to the safety and security she felt on the Ark. Yes, they killed her father, and yes they locked her in the Sky Box but it was home. A home amongst the stars, surrounded by science and facts, and the everyday repetition of life allowed Clarke to feel comfortable in knowing who she was.
Now however, that comfort was gone. The second her foot touched the ground Clarke lost sight of who she was. She was in a new world now. One filled with beauty, dangers, mystery and magic. This world was filled with so many unknowns but the greatest unknown of all was herself.
The sound of a cloth meeting earth however pulled Clarke from her rapid thoughts and Clarke knew it was not her doing, but rather the Commander. She opened her eyes and was greeted with sight of a long black coat on the floor in front of her. Clarke dragged her eyes up to the woman whom the coat belonged, to see her sitting cross legged, her palms were resting open on both of her knees and Clarke met the woman's gaze.
For a half second, the both sat there, staring at each other before Clarke allowed her eyes to wander down from the woman's eyes to see she wore a brown shirt that left her shoulders and arms bare. Clarke's eyes continued downward, down the woman's neck but only to stop on the top of the Commander's bare shoulders, where two large raised marking could be seen.
The Commander hand raised from her knee to point to the symbol on the top of her right shoulder. Her fingers ghosted across the large black circle that extended down her collarbone and further extended down her back, where it stopped Clarke could not see. The large circle contained an intricate pattern of what Clarke determined looked like trees or maybe the roots of trees. The trees or roots mirrored each other on each side of the circle, one black and the other side had caramel skin shining through with the intricate black pattern moving through it. It reminded Clarke so much of the yin and yang pattern that she saw in her history books.
Clarke watched as the Commander ran her fingers over the symbol for a few moments before speaking
"I surrender myself to the earth. I become one with my true nature allowing it to emerge. From these roots I shall grow."
The Commander allowed Clarke to absorb her words before moving to the symbol on her left shoulder.
It bore the same large black circle, mirroring its size but this one was quite different in pattern. The outside of the circle had extremely detailed lines running in intricate patterns all around it. The pattern then gave wake to heavy black lines in the middle of the circle. The middle pattern looked much like a tree, but branches were flowing downward in strong thick lines to then move to the bottom of the tree, forming into its roots before disappearing back into the tree base. The branches and roots moved throughout the circle, crossing over each other only to mold back into the trees base.
"The Great Circle of Life is the Circle of Unity with all things in the universe, including the Great Spirit, our Creator, about which all life revolves. We are all equal in the Circle, no one is in front of you and not one is behind you, no one is above you, no one is below you. We are all related and infinite."
Clarke's eyes lingered on the large symbols, the beauty of them were something truly to be admired and the Commander's explanation of each were awe aspiring.
Her eyes traced down the woman's left upper arm to where she found a symbol the size of a fist. Clarke stared at the large circle that contained two smaller circles inside of it, each growing small in size before realizing she recognized the symbol. Looking from the woman's arm to her band Clarke found the same symbol shining up at her. Clarke searched her mind for what Anya had told her the symbol had meant.
"Greatness or leader."
Clarke's voice was barely above a whisper but Clarke could see the small nod of the Commander's head at her words.
"The Old Way's wisdom is deep, profound, simple and true. It has passed the test of time. Long ago there were countless tribes each with their own language, sacred stories, customs and ceremonies. However, they all shared the wisdom of being aware of the connection to not only each other but all life and spirit. Each marking on my arm represents a soul mark, a connection to life and spirit. They serve as a guiding light to a sacred path."
The Commander's fingers traced the symbol for a few moments before speaking.
"The leader's mark is a reminder to protect the Earth for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born."
The Commander moved her finger to the next symbol, just below the leaders mark. Her fingers traced the two curved swords crossing.
"The mark of courage serves as reminder that when it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. It is a reminder to sing your death song, and die like a hero going home."
Her fingers continued moving down to the sideways anchor.
"The mark of mercy is a teaching of the sacristy of life. All life is scared. One must always walk in balance with the Great Spirt and all its people."
The symbol of a flower was next and it was placed just below the Commander's elbow.
"The wisdom mark serves as a reminder that if one is as wise as a serpent, then one can afford to be as harmless as a dove."
Clarke's eye moved to the Commanders other arm, starting at the top again to find a small cluster of circles.
"The mark of loyalty is the teaching of one people. All are my brothers. All are my sisters. The Earth is our mother and the Great Spirit is our father. We are all one people"
Clarke stopped at the next symbol, this one still reminded Clarke of a bug.
"The perseverance mark stresses the importance of knowing who you are; when your mission is clear and you burn with the inner fire of unbreakable will; no cold can touch your heart; no deluge can dampen your purpose. You know that you are alive."
The last symbol was one she still had no idea what it was actually supposed to represent but Clarke remembered Anya saying it meant unity.
"The unity mark is a sacred teaching of the Earth and its people. All the people are the chosen people. Care for each other and care for the Earth, for everything relates to everything else. Only together may we radiate the light of love and kindness, and only through oneness will we live in unity and peace."
"Each symbol represents a mark in my soul," the Commander paused as she reached up to touch the yin and yang tree mark on her right shoulder. "Through these marks I was gifted by Wanka Tanka to be one with earth,"
Her hand moved then to the other symbol on her left shoulder, tracing the pattern slowly before speaking.
"I was also gifted to be one with life."
Clarke watched the Commander with fascination. She listened to her words, as they seemed to seep into her skin and piece her very soul. Her voice was calm, cool and collected, yet it rang with power.
The Commander's voice and her patience explaining all her marks to Clarke was the last push Clarke needed to push the jacket of her shoulders. Closing her eyes and clenching her jaw, Clarke brought her hands up slowly, not having to see them to know they were shaking before finally reaching the lapels of her jacket. Steeling her nerves one last time, Clark eased the jacket off her shoulders.
Clarke opened her eyes as the sound of the jacket hitting the ground echoed throughout the dome. Clarke shivered, her white tank top was doing little to shield her from the ice surrounding them as the cold penetrated her now bare skin. Clarke held the woman's gaze for a few moments but it was broke as the Commander's eyes began to travel down her arms. Clarke stiffened at the penetrating gaze and knew that she would eventually have to see what marking or inscription now lay on her skin.
"You bear the seven soul marks."
Clarke's eyes shot wide at the Commander's words and she looked down to find her words rang true. White lifted brands, each symbol matching the Commander's in exact placement were placed down both her arms. Clarke looked at the symbols for a few moments before looking down to her shoulders to see she also bore symbols there. They were different from the Commander's however.
The position of the actual marking's made it difficult for Clarke to see but she could make out the circle on the top of her right shoulder. It was not as nearly intricate as the Commander's markings but it still was beautiful. On the right side of the circle a crescent moon sat, as a three waved lines flowed from it to extend to the other side of the circle
Clarke turned to her left shoulder and was surprised to see that while her right shoulder's marking was quite simple, the marking on her left was the exact opposite. The circle was filled with geometrical shapes, lines, circles, diamonds, squares and triangles – all of them were flowing together to create a very intricate and detailed pattern. Clarke eyes traced the symbol as her eyes stopped on the center of the circle where what looked like a snowflake sat at its center.
Clarke's eyes traced over the pattern one more time before turning to the ice dome. Her eyes traveled from the marking on her left shoulder and back to the ice dome for a few moments, as she tried to make the connection between the two.
The Commander said her markings on her shoulders gave her the power to control Earth and Life, whatever that means. Did this marking on her left shoulder, the one that had a snowflake in the middle give her the power to create the ice dome?
Clarke turned from the marking back to the Commander whom was sitting across from her silently, her eyes too were focused on Clarke's shoulder markings.
"What do these marks mean?"
Clarke crossed her arms so that she was able to reach up with both hands to run her fingers over the lifted scarred patterns on the top of her shoulders.
Her questions pulled the Commander's eyes from her shoulders to meet her gaze.
"I do not know."
Clarke's fingers stilled as the Commander's words reached her ears and her eyes shot up to meet the Commander's gaze. Frustration at the Commander's words began to seep through her body. It was as if Clarke was destined to not understand what was happening to her.
"These are the marks of your people, what do you mean you do not know?"
The Commander stiffened at Clarke's tone but answered anyways. Her voice was steady and calm, almost as if she were trying to placate Clarke's anger.
"As I said, there are countless tribes each with their own language, sacred stories, customs and ceremonies. The symbol of Wakan Tanka and the seven soul marks are the only universal symbols between the tribes. All others are unique to each tribe. I do not recognize your symbol because it is not from my tribe."
"I was born in a Trikru Village," said the Commander reaching forward and pulling her shirt to the side to show Clarke a mark that resembled a biohazard symbol that was frequently on display around the Ark. The position of the mark was just above the Commander's left breast, right over her heart.
"My people go by many names, Trikru, Wood Clan, People of the Woods, Tree People or Trigedakru. This is the mark of my people."
The Commander paused as her fingers ghosted over the symbol for a few moments before pulling her shirt back over to cover it.
"Since I became Commander all tribes are now my people but the Trikru will always be my home. The Trikru respect the Earth and believe our land more valuable than anything. The land gives us life and lasts forever. It did not perish by the flames of the great fire. As long as the sun shines, the waters flow and the trees grow strong, this land will be here to give life to my people. The land is sacred. It is the core to our being. The land is our mother, and the rivers which bring life is our blood. It is because I am Trikru that Wakan Tanka gifted me with the power of Earth and Life."
Frustration at the woman quickly left Clarke's body at the Commander's words. Clarke understood the reasoning as to why the Commander did not understand the symbols that Clarke bore on her shoulders. The grounder culture it seemed was much like that on the Ark.
Only twelve space stations were operational at the time of the nuclear apocalypse. The stations later came together, understanding that they would have a better chance of surviving if they worked together.
Thus, the Ark was created.
The Council believed that in order for the Ark to survive then the people must merge their cultures into one. English was taught, as it was the most common language. Religion was not necessarily forbidden but it was frowned upon. Traditions and customs were soon forgotten as everyone began to submit to the Council's rule.
The twelve stations became one people but Clarke also understood that many still clung to their old station, to their culture. Throughout her life on the Ark, Clarke frequently came upon old texts, or symbols in which she did not understand. Her father had explained to her that it was language of Chinese, or German…and many more.
Each station was represented in their own ways, as the people still clung onto the beliefs and customs of their ancestors, much to the Councils discontent.
Clarke could not blame the Commander for not recognizing the symbol, she was raised in a certain culture and only knew what was taught to her as a child. Clarke understood this, after all Clarke herself could not read Chinese. So she could not expect the Commander to be able to tell her what a foreign symbol represents.
Clarke brought her hand up to feel if she too bore a mark similar to the Commander on her breast. She felt the lifted skin of the brand through her shirt and knew that a symbol lay just below it. Bringing her shirt to the side she peered down at the mark. It was the outline of a hand, but at its palm was a spiral line engulfing the space of the palm.
A sharp intake of breath brought gaze up from the mark to see the Commander looking at the mark with wide eyes.
"You bare the mark of Azgeda."
Clarke brought her gaze from the symbol to eye the Commander in confusion. The Commander sat rigidly across from her as a hardness was back in her eyes as she stared at the mark and Clarke with narrowed eyes.
"You are Ice Nation."
Notes:
This is posted on Archive of Our Own where I did post pictures of what Lexa's, Clarke's, and the 7 sould marks look like in my mind. So you can check the story out there to see them.
On another note, Okay what do you guys think? Did you guys like it? Hate it? Tell me! I know I answered some questions but I also know I just created a bunch more. Clarke bares the mark of Ice Nation? WHATTT!? lol
Did you guys like the pictures? I can add them in the future if you guys liked seeing them. Let me know!
I really look forward to hearing what you guys think about this chapter! Hopefully I did this story and the characters justice :)