Azgeda Chronicles-A story of survival

by Crimson MirrorGlass

Clarke has fled her people after the mountain. Anya and Lexa have betrayed her. The Ice Queen has captured her. And she has the perfect thing to make Clarke bow. This is not a story of love. Just a story of necessity. Many Ocs. Anya, Wells and Finn are all alive in this. Inspired by "A Different Landing" by Rhinomouse. Now officially rated M.

12. The Persistence of Sky People

Enkmenessa: Thank you. And Happy New Year to you too!

Lalcalde1000: Oh boy, wait for it. Just imagine how tense that little reunion is going to be.

Trigger warnings for mentions of violence and torture.

Azgeda Chronicles: Chapter 12: The Persistence of Sky People:

Azgeda territory: Norway

Ontari's tongue caressed against Clarke's, coaxing it into her mouth, sucking at the muscle. Clarke moaned into Ontari's mouth, hips bucking up to meet Ontari's flicks of her fingers against her clit.

Clarke wrapped her arms around Ontari's back, allowing Ontari to straddle the other woman's leg properly, grinding herself against Klark's leg again, the Azgeda woman pulling her face from Clarke's, head lowering to Clarke's neck and biting the blonde's throat, tongue slipping out and licking around the bite, both women panting.

Ontari lifted herself back, her right hand continuing right with what it was doing, massaging away with her fingers and with her other hand pulled Clarke's white fur garments from the other young woman's right, scarred shoulder, revealing the warrior marks burned into them. Ontari leaned down, body flush against Clarke's once more and mouth clasping over the skin of Clarke's shoulder, biting hard and licking at all of the raised skin of the scars and the few small patches of unmarked bare skin. As she kissed her way down to Klark's chest, pulling more of the fur away, rewarded for her actions, and for what she was doing below Klark's belt with Klark's whimpers, her right hand for once was removed from Clarke's cunt and both her hands grabbed Klark's arms and brought them up above Klark's head, pinning them there and squeezing the other's hands as she pulled back, staring into Klark's hazed over blue eyes. "Promise me you won't enjoy killing or torturing the Mountain Man."

It was a lowly thing to do and Ontari knew it. She was holding Klark in the throes of pleasure and she was making Klark promise her something like this. It was underhanded, but Ontari was desperate.

Klark groaned, glaring up at Ontari but shook her head, still. "I can't promise that." Klark panted. "And you know that." Ontari winced and nodded. She hated it, but she knew it was the truth. Klark couldn't force herself not to hate the Mountain Man. And she couldn't force herself not to enjoy the possibility of torturing him. Clarke might hide them well, but she couldn't stop her emotions from existing. And one way or another, the Ice Queen would find a way of coercing Klark into torturing the man. There was not much either of them could do about this.

Ontari just nodded, saying nothing else. What else was there to say? Ontari kept her left hand on Klark's wrists, keeping the other young woman's hands above her head on the bed. Her right hand went to her own garments and peeled back the furs from her body, revealing the tight fitted, black, silk shirt with patches that were see-through, revealing Ontari's taut stomach and shoulders. Ontari shucked out of her clothing around her upper torso, undoing her belt and pulling her shirt up, her eyes never breaking contact with Klark's.

"You keep your arms right there." Ontari ordered. Klark smirked but obeyed, nodding. Only then did Ontari remove her other hand from Klark's wrists, both her hands pulling her shirt up successfully over her head and tossing it over onto the foot of the bed with the other garments. Ontari maneuvered her legs, straddling Klark's waist now instead of the blonde's legs, her groin up against the other's, both women letting loose gasps. Ontari slid her body over onto Klark's, the black-haired woman's own scarred and symbol marked body flush against Klark's. Ontari kissed Klark's scarred right cheek, then the other's cracked lips, slipping her tongue into the blonde's mouth again.

Clarke grinded herself upwards against Ontari's vagina, thrusting hard, making sure the other felt the pressure. She heard Ontari groan into her mouth, making the blonde smile into the kiss. Ontari pulled away, only to turn her attention to Klark's throat, teeth biting into a pulse point. Klark gasped, arching back into the bed. Ontari continued to bite, pulling her body back only a little so that she had enough room for her hands to go to Klark's garments, pulling them back from Klark's upper torso. When Klark's furs were off her chest, Klark lifting herself up so Ontari could slide them down her back, Klark finally pulled her arms down, moving to her shirt and trying to lift it up, till Ontari pulled back and growled softly, "What did I say before?"

Klark's hands froze and Ontari removed her hands from Klark's garments, going back to the blonde's hands and pinning them up above Klark's head. Ontari's left hand remained where it was, but her right went down to Klark's chest, cupping the blonde's left, clothed breast, squeezing, flicking her thumb over the nipple and moving her mouth to Klark's other breast, mouth over the nipple, biting hard. Klark groaned, arching upwards again, heated cunt grinding up again into Ontari's.

Ontari moved her hand from Klark's breast to the bottom of the blonde's shirt, pulling it up, only removing her mouth from Klark's other breast when she was pulling the other's shirt off. Klark lifted herself enough to allow the shirt to be pulled over her head, Ontari releasing Klark's arm, Klark pulling her arm out of the sleeve of the shirt and Ontari tossed the garment over the edge of the head of the bed, going back to concentrate on Klark.

Ontari smirked as her night black hair spilled over onto Klark's chest, tickling her, making her gasp. Ontari's mouth clasped again over the stiff nipple she had been paying attention to before, hand going back to work on the other breast. Her left arm slid up to the back of Klark's head, grabbing the blonde's hair and pulling harshly. She heard Klark's breath hitch more and her hips bucked again in approval. Ontari's teeth bit down harder around the tip of Klark's pink bud, bringing Klark to cry out louder.

Ontari shifted, going to sit along Klark's legs, hands releasing Klark's hair and breast, head moving down to Klark's now toned stomach, biting at it hard and letting her teeth scrape against the other woman's ribcage, her tongue darting out and slipping into the blonde's bellybutton, causing Klark to whimper, hands gripping the furs beneath her. Ontari started pulling on Klark's heavy fur pants, undoing the belt around Klark's waist and removing it pulling her mouth from Klark's navel. Klark lifted her rear off the bed, allowing Ontari to take her pants off and Ontari shifted back more, off of Klark's legs, pulling Klark's pants down fully.

Klark was now totally naked, muscled legs from calves to knees to outer thighs and her right ankle marked with whip marks and brands from punishments and the honor awarding of a war hero, and knife marks from battle.

Ontari smiled, pushing Klark's pants aside and grabbed Klark's legs by their calves, one leg in each hand and dragged Klark close, chuckling at the smirk she had thrown her way by Klark. She pushed the other's legs open by the knees, lying between them, sending Klark a devilish grin that was shared with the blonde. Ontari met Klark's eyes. "Ready?" Ontari asked. Klark nodded, smirking, "Why are you even waiting? Can't you tell that I want you?" Klark spread her legs wide, letting Ontari get close to the other young woman's cunt, seeing the moisture that was beginning to fall out of the folds. Ontari held Klark's thighs tight, smiling darkly and looked up at Klark. Klark nodded and Ontari held Klark's thighs to by her head, on her shoulders, biting down hard on Klark's inner thigh.

Klark hissed, gripping the furs, head flung back. Ontari's mouth released Klark's leg and she crept closer to Klark's heated center, her own cunt grinding hard against the furs below her, making her groan, hips bucking against the bed, the enticing, musky but sweet smell that Ontari was so familiar with, flowing from the golden-haired beauty's fold only spurring her desire and her need.

She scraped her nails along Klark's thighs, clawing them as she stretched her neck out, tongue slipping out and licking at Klark's folds. The reaction was immediate and nearly made Ontari cum. Klark screamed, her back slamming down onto the bed, her hips bucking. Ontari smirked, turning her head to Klark's right inner thigh, biting it before nuzzling it and moving her face closer to Klark's vagina, licking her tongue over Klark's clit, bringing another scream from the other woman. Ontari held Klark's legs close and made sure her hips were held down, mouth closing over Klark's clit, sucking on it hard.

Klark's trembling and screaming reached a nonstop. Her hips were practically bucking off the bed. Her long cries and screams bounced around the thick walls of the room, and Ontari continued to suck and lick at the other woman's clit, her right hand getting close out from under Klark's leg, two of her fingers slipping into Klark's warm entrance. Klark's hips bucked harder with the assault and Ontari could feel Klark's pleasure beginning to peak. The young woman beneath her was beginning to crest, too bad Ontari wasn't planning on letting her have release, just yet.

Ontari kept her fingers inside Klark but didn't move them and opened her mouth, pulling her face away from Klark's clit. An anguished whimper was released into the room, making Ontari nuzzle Klark's inner thigh again. "Ontari," Klark groaned, "I swear if you stop, I'm going to-" Ontari chuckled, diving in again and taking a long lick at Klark's clit, continually licking up and down. Klark's screams were renewed along with the rapid bucking of the young woman's hips.

Ontari's fingers continued to slip in and out of Klark's tight channel, pausing from her licking to gently close her teeth around Klark's clit's tip. The shriek that left Klark's throat sounded like it could shatter the windows. Ontari could practically feel Klark's pleasure start to become too big for her to contain and just when she was sure Klark would reach her limit, she pulled her mouth away from Klark's groin again, pulling her fingers out.

Klark heaved out, "Ontari, please-"

Ontari flicked her thumb against Klark's clit before slipping her thumb into Klark's heat, churning it around, her mouth returning to Klark's nub and sealing her mouth over it and returning to sucking and licking at it nonstop, ignoring the heat building up between her own legs, begging for release of her own. Later. That could wait for later.

Ontari was relentless. She sucked on Klark's clit, lashing it with her tongue, sucking on it hard. Her right elbow against Klark's left leg and her left hand on Klark's hip kept the blonde from bucking the Azgeda woman off her. To her satisfaction, and spiking her own pleasure, Ontari felt Klark's hands grab her black hair, trying to push her closer, or just trying to keep her from moving away again, fingers digging into the back of Ontari's head.

Finally, Klark arched all the way off the bed, fingers clenching with remarkable, stiff force on Ontari's head, her throat hoarse with her loud, ripping screams that pierced the air, her legs clamped over Ontari's head, clamping against the dark-haired woman's ears, despite that, Klark's screams were heard as clear as an ice storm's howls. Ontari pulled her thumb out and thrust two of her fingers into Klark's heated hole again, pulling her mouth away enough, regardless of the grip Klark's legs had on her, for her to take some of her mouth off of Klark's clit. Enough for Ontari to rub the pad of her thumb against the end Klark's clit savagely.

Klark's inner walls squeezed, clenching around Ontari's fingers, Klark's hands buried in Ontari's hair were as stiff as boards. Ontari felt hot liquid touch her fingers, spilling out all over them, reaching her lips and thumb. Ontari pulled her fingers out and lowered her head, slipping her tongue inside Klark, her fingers replacing her mouth on Klark's clit, still stimulating the woman under her, the burning heat between her own legs becoming unbearable.

Klark's shrieks were nonstop now, as were her thrusts. The blonde woman wrenched herself off the bed and collapsed like an earthquake against it, legs finally relaxing and her stiff grip on Ontari's head becoming slack.

Ontari was released but she wasn't done yet. Ignoring the heat between her own legs, Ontari licked at Klark's opening and slid her tongue in, pulling the hot muscle out only to drag it along the hot pink flesh of Klark's opening.

Klark screamed, body writhing, head thrashing back and forth as Ontari continued this torture, right thumb and index finger squeezing on Klark's clit roughly. Ontari didn't even give Klark time to react verbally, slamming her tongue into Klark's opening and licking at the beginning of Klark's channel.

Klark's shrieks tore from her throat and she sounded hoarse now. "Ontari!" She barely gasped out as she eventually succumb to her next orgasm that ripped through her, body arching off the bed again, neck bent back, blonde hair spilling over the end of the bed. Her hips bucked up harshly and she felt the release shatter her, her scream leaving her throat as she slammed back against the bed again, becoming boneless.

Her body twitched as she panted again and again. Her heart pounded repeatedly in her chest like it was trying to escape her body.

At last, Ontari pulled away from Klark's body, though hesitantly, slipping her arms and hand away, both of them and her mouth soaked. Not like she was complaining. She licked at some of the warm, wet substance at her lips, hands coming to the waist of her fur pants and pushing them down, kicking her boots off her legs and letting them fall to the floor. Her oversensitive clit brushed against the front of her pants as she pulled them down, but her body felt far too hot to where anything right now after that.

Clarke wanted to rest. But there was one thing that she knew. Ontari. She hadn't even been touched yet. Clarke tried to find her voice, tried to tell her lover that she wanted Ontari to crawl up and straddle her face, to ride her mouth, but she could barely feel the strength in her throat to speak. She felt pressure shift on the bed, and heard the bed creak before the pressure came off the bed and Clarke saw Ontari stand up, fully naked, walking to one of the shelves in the room.

Clarke tried to call out Ontari's name, but her throat was hoarse. When had Ontari taken off her pants? She took a breath and tried again. "Ontari? What are you doing?" Ontari turned her head over her shoulder and smirked at Clarke and Clarke would have blushed a couple of years ago when she saw what was on Ontari's mouth and lower jaw. Evidence of Clarke's pleasure. Glistening moisture. Moisture that Ontari proceeded to lick away and bring back into her mouth. Clarke would have blushed now as she once had two years ago, had she not gotten so used to the Grounders' freely sexual ways of life that she had already experienced with Lexa and Anya previously. Clarke's thoughts went dangerously close to Lexa and Anya again when Ontari answered her, "Just getting some water."

Clarke nodded, trying not to think about any of the heated nights she had spent with Lexa and Anya. Riding Anya's hand and face, Lexa laying between her legs and doing what Ontari had just done…except the way Lexa loved and the way Ontari loved couldn't have been more different. Lexa touched her in a way that made Clarke think that Lexa thought she'd break easily. Ontari loved desperately, fervently, like she needed her. Anya had too, come to think of it. Clarke felt like kicking herself as soon as those thoughts surfaced. Anya's catlike grin flashed in her mind, the dark-skinned warrior above her, riding her lover's sex with her own, her clit grinding against Clarke's own, the both of them cumming as Anya held Clarke's hands above her head. Lexa's tender touches along her side as she tangled her legs with Clarke's, Clarke's leg going further upwards towards Lexa's cunt, grinding.

Clarke pushed the thoughts away, along with the heavy, cold sense of loss. They had abandoned her. Whatever her feelings for them, she couldn't trust them. They had proven how trustworthy they were. She mentally cursed Emerson. Him being here brought more than a few troubling memories back for different reasons. She had to get rid of these thoughts. Having Emerson here wasn't good. For more than one reason.

Ontari grabbed a wide, tall glass of water and brought it over to the bed, kneeling down, bringing it to Clarke's lips, her ebony hair falling past her pale shoulders, her right knee on the floor, sweat dripping down her body, clear as day in the light of all the fires around them. "Sit up." Ontari said in a calm, but commanding voice.

Clarke did as she was told. Against all odds, her muscles that had become impressive over the months but now felt as useless and limp were willed by Clarke to push up against the bed. She sat up, exhausted and weak, elbows grounded to the bed, head lifted up as Ontari carefully poured the clear liquid down her lover's throat.

When Ontari was sure that Klark had drunk a good amount, till there was only half left in the glass, Ontari asked quietly if Klark wanted more and when Klark shook her head, Ontari downed the rest herself, more than aware that there were two more glasses of water. She had brought three from the basin in the main kitchen nearby just in case.

Ontari brought the glass back to the shelf and put it down. She smirked, the molten heat between her legs firing more powerfully when she heard Klark groan out, "Ontari, if you don't get your ass over here and put your cunt on my face soon, I am going to go over there and drag you back to bed."

Ontari chuckled, grinning, shoulders shaking. "I seriously doubt you have the strength to do that at the moment." Ontari said, walking over slowly, "But I won't keep you waiting any longer, kran in segara."

Seeing Klark lie back against the bed again, shivering pleasantly, whether because Ontari had just referred to her as "my love" or because Ontari was very deliberately walking slowly and smoothly back to the bed, making sure Klark was looking at much of her naked body as she could.

When Ontari was certain Klark was going to start threatening again out of sheer frustration, Ontari came to a stop next to the bed, smirking down at her lover. "You very much want me to straddle your face and ride you, do you, Klark?" Ontari teased. Klark smirked, fighting a glare. "You already know the answer to that. Get your butt over here." Ontari chuckled. Sky People had the strangest sayings. She was certain it wasn't just her "butt" that Klark wanted over on the bed, but Ontari was absolutely going to do what Klark demanded. "Alright. Since you're asking so honestly." She climbed onto the bed, left knee on the edge, a few inches from Klark's arm and the blonde reached for her as she maneuvered herself towards Klark's head.

Though her hands were shaky after what happened, Klark's grip was tight around Ontari's waist as the black-haired woman lowered herself onto Klark's face, a hungry look in Klark's eyes as Ontari's groin was planted over the Sky woman's mouth, tongue immediately darting out and lashing against Ontari's core, bringing a cry from the Azgeda heir as her arms gripped the silver bannister over the head of her bed, knees barely resting against the pillow where she was straddled, thighs shaking with Klark's administrations, a pure white sheet light wrapping itself over her vision as Klark licked at her clit again and again.

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North Atlantic Ocean

The Great Stallion

Everyone was up on the cool air permeated deck in only a few minutes. Everyone who had weapons on them kept those weapons out quickly. Anya, Lincoln, Octavia and the rest off the Grounders had their blades out. Wells had grabbed the gun that he had taken from Arkadia out of his pack, loaded it with one of the magazines he had taken for the gun and pulled the safety off, rushing to the deck, making sure Raven was safely below before that. The crewmates of the ship, two of them ordered over to the passengers to show the Commander by Kint were dragging two figures with them.

The Commander, who had joined them as soon as they reached the deck, having gotten out of her quarters fast when she had heard the cries above deck, and had one of her swords out, had her eyes on the approaching shipmates, seeing that both men had these intruders. The torches slid into the metal pedestals grafted to the wood of the doorways and on the masts allowed Wells and the others to see who the shipmates were bringing over.

Getting a good look, Wells's shocked gasp joined with Raven's disbelieving hiss, after Wells heard three steps behind him, telling him Raven was walking up, the tapping of Raven's cane alerting him. "Finn?! Charlotte?! What the hell are the two of you doing here?"

It was dark, but even if there had only been one lit torch, Wells could make out the thin but spry figure of Finn, cut short brown hair, wisp of a beard at his chin and all. And he certainly made out the small girl with him. He stared, eyes wide at the child who was looking up at him, bright, green eyes soft.

"Wells….." Charlotte said, and Wells almost immediately took the bullet magazine out of his gun, putting both the gun and its magazine into the baggy pockets of his pants and leaned down a little to get to Charlotte's level. "Charlotte," He said, voice thick with confusion. "What are you doing here?" Charlotte struggled in the grasp of the man that had her till Wells heard the Commander order in Trigedasleng to "release the child." The man that had Charlotte released the girl, Charlotte lunging into Wells instantly, arms around his neck, hugging him fiercely.

"Wells," Charlotte whimpered, not even pulling back from the young man as he lifted Charlotte up off the deck, hugging her close in his arms, holding her up. He gave Raven and the Commander a confused stare over Charlotte's shoulder. He had no idea how Charlotte and Finn followed them here. There was actually only one way. There was a tracker right in front of him. He turned away from Charlotte and glared at Finn. "Collins," Wells grumbled, "You helped Charlotte get here? You and the others were supposed to be protecting her." Finn shrugged, glowering, "Hey, it wasn't like I didn't think I needed to come with you guys too. I said I did. Charlotte just convinced me."

Wells scowled at Finn's smirk at those last words. Wells was going to assume that there wasn't much convincing needed in getting Finn to help the girl. "And you've been following us on foot?" The Commander asked evenly. "The whole way?" Wells looked at the dark-haired woman and noticed there was both a flicker of skepticism and amusement in her eyes before they disappeared.

"Well, yeah." Finn grumbled and Wells looked at him and then down at the girl in his arms, noticing how dirty their clothes were and that Charlotte's blonde hair was all messy. "I mean, we didn't have any horses or anything like that. So we were on foot the whole way. We've walked for longer. So we could do it. Just as long as we got to lie down in the cargo area of the ship where the stalls were, then we were fine. Because man, we needed to lie down after that." Finn offered the Commander a grin and Wells avoided looking at the woman, more than sure this wasn't amusing her much anymore.

"I see." The Commander said. She turned to Raven and the rest of the shocked 100. "None of you ordered this?" Raven shook her head. "No way. I told this dumbass to stay at camp. If we wanted him to come with us, we would have told him to. Finn, what the hell?"

Sterling came up, struggling to move and put his shoes back on at the same time and Monroe came up, armed with a rifle, only lowering it when she saw who was here on the ship, mouth dropping.

Wells could almost sense Finn's indignant look when he snapped, "Rae, I care about what happens to Clarke too. I couldn't just wait back at camp and pretend that she isn't in danger. And I wasn't going to pretend that I was okay with you going off to get yourself killed either." Wells tried not to roll his eyes. He just bet that Finn cared about what happened to Clarke and Raven. He noticed Raven's face and thankfully she didn't look like she was in pain over Finn being here, just annoyed. "Okay, Finn, this time you've done something really stupid. More than usual, I mean." Raven shook her head, leaning on her cane as she looked at the Commander, "So how much trouble is he in for this? And Commander, Charlotte's just a kid."

The Commander looked at Charlotte and Wells, against his will, took a step back, tightening his protective hold on Charlotte. He didn't think the Commander would kill a child for something like this, but considering he had thought that she would actually face the Mountain Men like she had promised and had been proven wrong, he wasn't sure he trusted what she did next.

The Commander spoke calmly as she regarded Wells, "Do not fear for the child, Wels kom Skaikru. I won't hurt her. And Fin kom Skaikru, it seems that you've made yourself valuable." She looked at the startled, bedraggled young man with questions in his dark eyes. The Commander added, "A young man and a child who was able to track and follow us on foot? All the way to the docks? Defiant as you are," The Commander's voice was disapproving a moment, "You are loyal. And both of you are strong. Strong enough to go all that way to the docks and get onboard without anyone seeing you."

The Commander turned to Lincoln and Octavia. "You were training each of the Skaikru to be warriors, Linkin?" Lincoln nodded. "Sha, Heda." The Commander turned away and faced Finn. "You will stay on the ship." The Commander finished after a moment of contemplation. "But get rest tonight. Tomorrow, your training will intensify. The both of you should eat and rest tonight."

Finn grinned, relieved. Wells felt Charlotte laugh as she pulled away from him, grinning at him. Wells smiled, also relieved that Finn and Charlotte weren't being thrown in a cell in the ship or being brought ashore. He wasn't sure even the Commander would do this, but he was just relieved that the woman hadn't decided to throw Finn or Charlotte overboard.

"Right," Wells said, thinking of what the Commander had said, "We should get you some food, Charlotte. You haven't eaten all the way to the docks." Charlotte lost her grin and shook her head. "I didn't want us to stop. I was worried we'd lose you guys if we slowed down. Finn was tracking you, but I was worried the tracks would be rained on or an animal would get rid of them or something." Wells nodded, feeling a strain on his arms and he eventually lowered Charlotte back to the deck. He had grown stronger with Lincoln and Octavia's training, but lifting up a ten-year-old was no small feat.

He released her and Charlotte was smiling again at him. "So, we're getting food, right?" Finn asked, walking over to the group, grinning like he hadn't done anything wrong. Wells shook his head. Damn it, he was going to kill Finn one day. He was sure of it. Finn was going to put Clarke, Raven or Charlotte in danger and Wells was going to kill him for it. He was willing to bet actual money on that. Either that or Finn was going to give him a heart attack with his antics. One of those options.

"Yeah," Monroe laughed, reaching out and smacking her hand against Finn's back, "You lunatic, we'll get you two food." The Commander nodded and called out, "Kint, bring this boy and girl down to get food." Kint answered in agreement and walked over, telling Finn and Charlotte to come with him. "I'll come with you," Wells said to Charlotte, taking her hand in his. The Commander looked at Wells and the young man wondered if she would try to stop him, but she gave no indication that she would as he followed Charlotte after Kint, Finn trailing behind them to the kitchen below. Raven groaned as the three of them and Kint disappeared, "So that happened. Yeah, that's as normal as you can ask for. Damn it, Finn."

She received chuckles from Monroe and Sterling in response, plus a lifted eyebrow from the Commander.

The Commander looked at Onya and the woman shrugged, finding the whole thing amusing and a hassle. Onya growled under her breath, "These persistent Sky People are more trouble than they're worth." A smirk touched her lips though.

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Azgeda territory: Norway

Ontari lifted herself out of the bed, sheet of brown bear fur falling past her scarred, ivory breasts, as she looked at Klark, the blonde sleeping on her chest on the bed. Ontari leaned down, gently kissing the tips of one of Klark's many lash marks on her back. Klark's back was covered in them. Long, wicked, cruel whip marks. Continual punishments Klark had taken in place of all the crimes the twenty-six might have committed. It was why Ontari had never been able to will any anger at the person or people that had killed Atano, the torturer even before learning who it was. He was only doing what Nia ordered him to do, but Ontari had wanted his death too for what he had done to Klark again and again.

Ontari had suspected quickly after learning of Atano's death that one of the twenty-six might have been involved. She didn't know then, but she knew now that she had been right. Fynly and West had ended Atano's life and Maaryo, Kristin, Paul and Glen had covered it up. But she also knew that the twenty-six weren't the only ones protective of Klark. Klark was Wanheda, valued by many and given gratitude by many for the Mountain and the cured Reapers in Azgeda. There were many that could have killed Atano in Klark's name even if Fynly and West had gotten to him first. Ontari wiped away any dried moisture that might still cling to her mouth and chin and slipped slowly out of the bed, placing the fur over Klark's body, her own naked one moving around the bed to where her clothes had been flung. Calmly and with only one thought on her mind, she redressed herself, slipping the shirt, pants and layers of furs back on. Once they were all secured over her, she flipped her black hair out of where it had tucked itself under the back of her fur jacket, letting her mane fall past her shoulders again as it usually did.

She walked past the still active fireplace to where she had kicked her boots off and grabbed each of them, pulling them on quickly, her eyes still on the sleeping Klark. She wasn't going to risk Klark losing any more of herself than she had already lost. It was late at night. She knew exactly when the guards would be done with their shift. In only a few minutes they would be relieved of their duty and the new guards in the dungeon would be replacing them. That meant that Ontari had a small chance of getting to the dungeon unseen and getting out after she was done.

She kept note of the fireplace and the pedestals of fire pits still active, and the pits in the room around floor full of coals. Klark would be warm here. The heat and fire was still active.

Ontari went to the door, looking back at Klark sadly. She hoped Klark would forgive her one day for doing this. She had to do this. For Klark's sake. She went to the door, pulling the latch up and opened the door, walking outside and closing the door.

She had to move quickly. Klark had lost so much of herself here in the Ice Nation. Already wounded, already haunted, Klark had been destroyed bit by bit by doing what she needed to do for her people. And now? Now Klark had finally begun to piece herself back together, find hope where she had thought there was none. She had a family and allies that would do anything for her. She was on the route for creating a better Azgeda. She was starting to believe in a better world again. She had even started drawing and painting again, which had almost been nonexistent after the mountain. Klark, as Ontari had discovered, had an excellent talent for art, drawing, painting and the like.

When Klark had begun to see hope for taking down Nia and her army, Ontari had found Klark drawing more and more when the blonde would have the chance to be on her own and do it. Klark was becoming more and more open by the day, despite what the queen had done to her. Ontari couldn't let the Mountain Man's presence start to hurt Klark's light, start to destroy her chances at having a peaceful life.

As soon as the door was closed, Clarke opened her eyes and turned over in bed. She had been awake since she had heard shuffling around in the room, but had stayed quiet, knowing Ontari was going to do something. Had Ontari not been shifting around so much on the bed, Clarke would have allowed the other to know that she was awake, but as Ontari had displayed odd behavior, Clarke had kept quiet. Clarke lifted herself up out of bed, pushing the covers away from herself and despite her exhaustion, got out of bed, wiping at her face and went for her clothes.

Outside of the room, Ontari stalked down the hallway, thinking about what she could do to make it look like an accident. The man was already bound and gagged and he hadn't had much to eat in days, clearly. Ontari didn't even know how he had stayed alive this long, even if he knew knowledge about the outside world and the food he could find.

Ontari made her way down the stairs, through the halls. She dodged the guards and anyone that might see her. She made it to the dungeons surprisingly fast, even with her concerns about being caught. She reached the furthest, large, steel barred cage at the end of the room, standing in front of it and looking through the bars at the bound Karl Emerson, who looked back at her, confused and angry. Ontari looked around the dungeon and the cage, trying to find something she could use as means of killing him and making it appear accidental. Suffocation would work. If the prisoner dropped dead from exhaustion, there would be little questions asked, as people and the queen knew of Emerson's physical health.

A broken neck might not bring that many questions, as Emerson was bound to the bars and had likely struggled the whole time and would continue to struggle. She thought about making him choke on his gag, wondering if that would work. She dismissed the thought, though.

Or dying of freezing would be nothing. All she'd have to do was put out the fire in the fireplace and all the flames on the torches. Each wall was adorned with six different torches, all torches lit. And a fireplace warming the place. Only an hour, maybe two at the most and the dungeon where the Mountain Man was tied would be flooded with cold. Icy cold. And two more hours after that? The Mountain Man would die of cold. Eventually his arms and legs would become as stiff as a statue's limbs. His toes and fingers would fall off. His nose would be easily broken off. His eyebrows and hair would be caked with ice.

It would be nothing to do that, but it would not be subtle. It would not be easy to get away with that. The fireplace, the torches, all of them going out at once? That would instantly incite suspicion.

She had to be quick and make sure that she left no trace and the quickest way without leaving a mark was suffocation. She made the decision. She'd put her hand over his mouth and nose, killing him after a few minutes. Then it would look like an accident. No one would question it and neither she nor Klark would be held accountable. And Klark wouldn't be able to indulge in her darker needs.

She stared at the man, finding him more foreign than even some of the Sky People. It was strange to imagine that this malnourished, dirt stained, wild-eyed man had been part of the people that had been the cause of many of her Tribe and many of other tribes to fear for their lives and for their peoples' lives. It was strange and unthinkable that this scrap of a man was once part of a terrifying race of people that mothers and fathers would warn their children about.

When Ontari had been a child and the shadow of the mountain loomed over all, even those that lived out here, she had heard of her people going to the mainland to serve the Commander at the time, Ahan and as a result were snatched by the Mountain Men. Sometimes they were turned into Reapers. Sometimes, as Ontari found out, they were drained of their blood for the Mountain Men's purposes. But the same thing was always certain. If taken by the Mountain Men, you would never be seen again.

Ontari had had nightmares about the Mountain Men and about the Reapers. She hadn't known that the Mountain Men couldn't live above ground until she had turned fourteen and her mother had informed her more about the Mountain Men. As it turned out, the very air burned the Mountain Men. Ontari didn't understand it and was certain she didn't want to understand it. The Mountain Men were abominations. But until Nia had informed her that the Mountain Men couldn't live above ground, Ontari had had nightmares of the Mountain Men gaining access to ships and going across the ocean to Azgeda territory. Preying upon the people in her tribe as they saw fit.

It was so strange to see this weak little man that was once a part of those people. He was no monster. He was just a man.

Ontari nodded, knowing she had to do this. She walked to the ring of keys hanging on the metal hook affixed to the wall and grabbed the ring off the hook, holding them close, about to go to the door and unlock it, when a stunned voice called out behind her, "Ontari, what are you doing?!" Ontari whirled, mouth dropping when she saw Klark standing in the middle of the hallway, clothed fully, staring at her with anger and confusion. Ontari heard, and she was certain that Klark did too, the sound of the man's breath hitching and muffled, angry growls.

Ontari knew immediately now that Emerson recognized Klark. Knew who she was, despite all the Azgeda clothing and the marks on her face, and he hated her. Ontari was glad she knew that. It gave her all the more reason to kill him. Make sure he couldn't cause problems for them later.

"I was-" Ontari began, knowing any excuse she was able to come up with would be weak at best, when Klark cut her off, "Don't. I know already why." The Sky woman's face contorted in anger and her blue eyes hardened. "I know why. You…" Klark turned her head to Emerson, eyes bleeding with rage as she and the prisoner met each other's gazes. One hateful gaze meeting another's.

Ontari almost shivered, feeling the rage and bloodlust in this dungeon. She had been in this dungeon literally thousands and thousands of times. She had committed unspeakable tortures on prisoners in this dungeon. She had killed in this dungeon. This was one of the more clearly hate filled interactions she had ever witnessed. And neither of them had even spoken a word to each other yet. It was just an invisible line of murderous rage, a living, ugly, deformed thing made up of molten hot hate. Ontari knew that if this man wasn't bound to the bars like he was, he would be lunging at the bars of his door, screaming like a wild animal, arms through the bars, arms reaching like weak claws for Klark. Despite how physically weak he was, this man was desperate to kill Klark. To pay her back for his family likely dying in the mountain along with the rest of the Mountain Men.

Ontari didn't know this man's story, but she knew for a fact that despite all the fear and the nightmares surrounding the Mountain Men, this man was just a man. Which meant that the Mountain Men were his people and he must have had a family there. A family that had died when Klark had pulled that lever and killed everyone in the Mountain. That was why the man was looking at Klark with such hatred. And Emerson? He had threatened Klark's people, had tried to kill them.

It was like tempting a wildfire to happen, having these two in the same room as each other. Ontari recalled one of the soldiers in her mother's army describing a similar feeling when he had been in the room when Heda had confronted the Ice Queen after Kostia's head had been brought to Heda's bedside.

The soldier in question who had told her this story, Solben, had had that nervous look in his blue eyes when he described the story, shivering. He had told his princess and eventual queen how the Commander clearly had wanted to remove the Ice Queen's head for what she had done to her Kostia, but she had hidden it well with an emotionless mask.

But even then, everyone who had been in the room at the time of the Commander welcoming the Ice Queen into the Coalition could just feel their Heda's murderous bloodlust, her need to wreck the queen open from throat to bowls. But she didn't do it.

And the Ice Queen? Nia's rage only grew with Heda being so calm and negotiable. Nia, though unable to do nothing, as she was brought into the Coalition, and doing anything from there would have been treason, so the woman had done nothing. But Nia hated Heda from there more than she ever had, and that hatred had been palpable. Like it had a life of its own in that throne room in Polis when the Ice Queen had bowed before Heda and it had taken everything Heda had not to grab one of her swords and remove the Ice Queen's head from her shoulders.

Though Ontari had not been there for that incident, since her mother had wisely kept her "secret weapon," her secret nightblood hidden away in Azgeda, the stories Ontari had heard from those that had been there that day, always made her shiver, knowing that peace like that between the Azgeda and Trikru could only last so long. And here she was, seeing something potent and violent just begging to be released from both Klark and Emerson in this dungeon.

It was repulsive, terrifying, tense and fascinating all in one.

Klark turned her glare away from the Mountain Man, then just glanced before turning back to Ontari, eyes hard, "Let's talk down the hall. I don't want him to hear us." Ontari was silent for a long time, not able to speak, and she almost didn't budge from her spot when Klark began to move down the hall. Ontari's senses finally came back to her, despite her shock and she followed Klark. They got to the end of the hall of the cages, a good few feet from where the Mountain Man was. Klark turned on Ontari and said in a hushed voice, but her anger was strong, "You got me to get to sleep, let my guard down and then you were going to kill him. Ontari, I trusted you. He's mine!"

Klark's eyes glistened with anger and unresolved need for vengeance and Ontari tried to ignore the stinging warning that it was already too late. Klark wanted to kill him. There was no way around that. And she had made a claim on who got to kill him now. That was not good. "Klark-" She began again, but Klark would hear none of it. "No," She hissed, teeth clenched, "Just don't. I have a right to be angry at you." Her darkened eyes slanted to Emerson in his cage, "And to want him dead."

"You do. You do. But Klark," Ontari willed herself to speak, getting close to Klark, knowing that if anyone else felt the violent need to cause harm coming off of Klark right now, they would not be foolish enough to approach the Sky woman, "You deserve better than this. Please go back to our room. I'll do it. You won't have to think about him again." Klark turned her fiery blue glare on Ontari and the Azgeda woman turned the stare back, knowing she had to stay firm with this if she didn't want it to get any further into a violent direction than it already was headed for.

"Don't you dare," Klark hissed, "I'm not some child you can tell to go and hide and sit on my ass like a good little girl until you're done with the important stuff. I'm the one who killed his people. He threatened to kill my people. He tried to murder them. This is between me and him." Ontari winced at the brutal tone in Klark's voice. Not even when Klark was ordering attacks on villages under Nia's orders with the threats of the twenty-six being tortured, should Klark not do what the queen said, had Klark's voice ever sounded like this. "Klark," Ontari tried again, "Please, you don't want to do this. This isn't you."

Klark scowled, "Isn't it? I killed hundreds of children in Mount Weather. Children who didn't have anything to do with hurting my people. I've killed dozens of children in villages to keep only twenty-six people safe. Again, children that had nothing to do with hurting my people. Torturing a man that actually had a great deal to do with the pain my people went through will be nothing." Ontari tried not to wince. Klark had a point.

"Klark," Ontari said, voice impassioned, "You think I don't remember how many nightmares you've had? Or where your mind goes when you're told something that reminds you of what happened in the Mountain? This will only make it worse. Let me do it, Klark. You won't have to live with this. Of all the things the Mountain Men did to you, you won't have to live with this part of it." Ontari stared at Klark pleadingly, hoping this might sway her lover to listen.

It didn't.

Klark's eyes hardened a she growled with passion, "Emerson was the one that offered the deal to Lexa!"

Ontari almost stumbled back at that revelation. Emerson was? He was? Ontari looked into the cage at the wild eyed man, noting that his dark eyes now seemed a little panicked, as if signifying that even if he didn't hear what they were saying, he could detect that their conversation was dire and was really, fully realizing for the first time that this was a situation where he was doomed one way or another. He hadn't heard a thing they had said, given where the two of them had placed themselves, but Emerson could clearly feel the burn of their hateful stares from where he was bound. Ontari thought about what she had just heard. This man had been the one to offer the deal to the Commander? The offer to let all of the Commander's people, except for the Sky People who weren't considered the Commander's people go, so long as the Mountain Men got the bone marrow needed to walk above ground. The bone marrow that allowed Emerson to be here in Azgeda and not die from the mere air. Ontari had thought it had been the leader of the Mountain Men, the one Klark had called "Dantay Walass." Or his son, "Kaje."

"I thought it was Kaje Walass or his father." Ontari said, looking back at Klark with confusion. Klark shook her head. "They came up with the idea. But Emerson was the one that made the deal. Cage and Dante were both inside the Mountain at the time when the Commander ran away." Klark barked out the words "ran away." Ontari grimaced. Under most circumstances nowadays, Klark spoke of the Mountain more calmly than she used to. And spoke of the Commander's betrayal with more sadness than with rage and injury. But clearly, having this Emerson here was bringing up old and dark memories that were stirring Klark's worst instincts.

Klark added, voice cold, "Cage might have given the order, but he was in the Mountain. I don't think he could tell what the Commander was doing. Emerson was the one out of the Mountain, making the deal, acting as the mouthpiece between the Commander and Cage Wallace. That deal wouldn't have gone through without Emerson's help."

Ontari absorbed this, stunned. So Klark and Emerson's relationship was more murderous and dangerous still. Emerson had caused even more damage to Klark and her people than Ontari had thought.

She looked back at Emerson, real anger and hatred beginning to simmer in her own chest, wishing to kill Emerson for what he had done to Klark. But she couldn't make this last. She had to get rid of him now before Klark could lose more of herself in torturing him. She glared murderously at him before she softened and turned back to Klark, still hoping to get her to understand. "I understand, Klark. But if you do this?" Klark turned to glare at Ontari, and the unaffected Azgeda heir continued, "You won't just be giving the Ice Queen what she wants. You'll be giving the Mountain Man what he wants. He wants you to be as ugly as he is. He wants to know that he's affected you like this. Don't give him what he wants."

Klark scoffed, pulling away from where she stood in front of Ontari. Her acidic gaze turned to Emerson again. "Don't feed me that 'don't be as bad as these people' argument, Ontari. I tried that already. I tried that more than once with the Trikru. And I think everyone in the Coalition, knows how that went, don't we? I will slaughter Emerson. And you won't get in the way."

Klark moved forward, grabbing the keys from Ontari's grasp. Ontari hissed. Klark had no weapon as far as she could tell, but Klark didn't need any. Klark had been trained since the moment she had bowed to the queen six months ago. She was a muscled warrior and leader now, and the last Mountain Man was a thin, scrap of a man who had been tied up for perhaps weeks. There was no comparison when it came to strength. Should Klark release Emerson, it would be only seconds before she had him by the throat, thrown to the ground and beating him bloody.

"Klark-" Ontari started, reaching out fast and snatching the keys back from Klark, desperation starting to leak into her voice along with her rapid movement, before clanking rang out from behind them, making both women whirl around, recognizing the sound of the main dungeon door opening.

Footsteps accompanied the creaking of the heavy door. Klark and Ontari both tensed when they saw a figure emerge from the stairwell. It was the Ice Queen.

Ontari froze, quick to hide her unease and she could feel Klark behind her doing the same and fought the need to reach out and grab Klark's hand, fighting the urge to reassure the other. She wasn't sure that would help. Help either their appearance of not doing anything suspicious, or help them in trying to calm down.

Nia stepped forward, holding her hand out behind her back and telling someone to stay where they were. Ontari assumed Saktar or Mathias. Or both. If it were only Mathias, then Ontari wouldn't be so tense, but if Saktar was there too, then they had more trouble than the queen herself. They were outnumbered. Either way, this could ruin every carefully placed plan they ever had.

The queen turned to her heirs, a wide smile on her face. "Ontari, dearest, I thought I heard one of the guards say they saw your beloved come down here." Nia turned to look at Klark and Ontari could feel Klark tense. "And Wanheda, what do you think of my newest gift? My scouts learned of who he was and where he was at the time, when I had him brought here. He was hiding like a miserable, cowardly little rat in a hole somewhere in the Podakru territory. When I learned of who he was, I knew that he had to be brought here, and that he would make an excellent gift for you."

Klark walked closer to Ontari and Ontari could see out of the corner of her eye that Klark was hesitantly nodding. "Ain. He is an excellent gift. Thank you, your majesty. I wanted to see myself that the scum was here and alive like I had been told. I hope you can forgive my lack of patience." Ontari was grateful for Klark's quick lie. Learning how to lie so easily in the Azgeda and hiding everything they were planning was very useful. And it was helping them now. Hopefully it would keep Nia from discovering what Ontari had tried to do for Klark.

Klark added, appearing curious, "How did you find out where he was? I hope you can forgive me for asking, your majesty. Just wondering."

Nia didn't answer, just smirked. She looked over at the bound prisoner and spoke coolly, smirk still on her face. "Well, I don't need that much sleep." She looked at Ontari, grinning, "Your mother is many things, Ontari, but a weakling that needs more sleep than a few hours is not one of them. I can sleep later. Now," Nia turned to the door and ordered one of the guards to close it. The door was soon slid shut with a boom and Ontari felt her blood chill. She could feel how tense Klark was next to her.

They had just gotten into a situation that they couldn't get out of.

Nia turned back to face both younger women, reaching into her belt and pulling out a thin, but long, wicked knife, the knife bearing a silver, polished, triangular blade that gleamed in the firelight, the pommel round and made of dark wood. She offered the knife by its hilt out to Klark, smirking. "Wanheda. I believe the honors are all yours. I would like to see you make the few first cut. Maybe a finger? A few fingers? His tongue?" Nia hesitated before adding, smirk widening, "No, not his tongue. You want to hear his screams, don't you? Maybe cut some of the skin on his face away."

Ontari slid her eyes to look at Klark. She could feel how uneasy Klark was the moment she heard all those words. Klark's lips were tight together and Ontari could almost feel Klark's skin crawl. Ontari kept her eyes on Klark who was showing no signs of her emotions on her face. This was it. Whatever happened now, it would bring destruction, suspicion or sadistic pleasure. Ontari wasn't sure which she dreaded more.

All this left one more question that Ontari truly couldn't figure out. Klark had asked a good question before. How had her mother even discovered the Mountain Man in Podakru territory? How had she even done that? Her mother's reach was long, but not that long. How had she known exactly where the Mountain Man was at that exact time and knew where to send her warriors after him? Those questions just made her mind spin. And she knew, no matter what happened now, she had to get answers for them.

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North Atlantic Ocean

The Great Stallion

Some of the Trikru, including Onya, entered the kitchen, watching Wells sit across from "Charlotte" and Fin, both stowaways in question eating to their hearts content. Charlotte was joyfully devouring three peaches, not seeming to decide which one she wanted to finish off first, all of them having many impressive bites in them already, and Finn was gulping down the bowl of soup that had been lain out before him.

Wells smirked at Charlotte, just happy that she was getting food in her stomach. "Better?" He asked, taking note that Charlotte had stuffed more peaches, apples and other fruit into her green hoodie pockets. Charlotte nodded happily. "These are really good." The girl answered, peach juices from the first peach she was finishing up all over her hands and face as she tossed the large, brown pit back onto the table.

"I imagine they are," The Commander's voice spilled into the room as she entered the cabin, Wells noticed with relief that the woman's swords were both sheathed. He didn't want Charlotte to get scared or think she had done something wrong. The Commander continued as Charlotte looked at her, "The Floukru are well-known for their trade with other tribes and those fruits were brought in recently from the Trikru territory in exchange for providing us with this ship. Have you ever eaten these fruits before, goufa?" Charlotte looked surprised and looked at Wells questioningly. Wells answered her look, assuming Charlotte was reacting to the word "goufa." "Child. Goufa means child." Charlotte nodded, then looked at the Commander and shook her head.

Raven came over, dragging over to where Wells, Charlotte and Finn were sitting, hobbling over onto the bench, sitting next to Wells, grinning at Charlotte. "No need for going slow with your food, kiddo. It's not like you need to breathe." Charlotte gave a muffled grunt as she bit a lot more off another peach and Wells chuckled. Wells shrugged, "Don't think it can be helped. I don't think Finn stopped to eat for a while." Wells gave an annoyed glare to Finn who had lowered the bowl and shrugged, wiping away the last bits of soup from his mouth with the back of his right hand. "We couldn't slow down. If we slowed down to get food, we wouldn't have been able to catch up with you and get on the ship."

"Wouldn't that have been a tragedy?" Wells said in aggravation.

"Yes, actually." Finn grinned, "You guys would not have wanted to find out that we weren't able to get back to Arkadia and that we died out here." Raven said darkly, "Don't be so sure about that. Charlotte we wouldn't have wanted to die. You are pushing it, Finn." Finn gave his usual, innocent, charming grin. Raven didn't look fazed at all.

A sigh came from next to them and they looked to the Commander who was watching the whole scene with the same cool expression on her face. The Commander spoke firmly, "We will leave you to your meal. But when you are done, find a place to sleep. You both will train tomorrow."

Charlotte hesitated but nodded. Finn gave a forced smile. "No problem, Commander."

Raven eyed the Commander suspiciously as she had the moment the Trikru woman had entered Arkadia. Wells said, quickly, hoping to interfere before any more tension could rise, "Thank you for your understanding, Commander. I suppose this is goodnight then?"

The Commander nodded. "Sha. Goodnight, Wels kom Skaikru. Reivon." The Commander turned to the two stowaways. "And Sharlote and Fin kom Skaikru." She moved away from the table and ordered her warriors to go back to their quarters. The Trikru and the other tribe members walked gradually out of the room, the Commander eventually disappearing, much to Ravon's relief.

Wells noticed Raven breathing out deeply. Fox, Harper, Monroe and Sterling came to sit down next to them. "Damn, Finn," Monroe snickered, "You are out of your freaking mind." She looked down at Charlotte, "You too, short stuff. What were you thinking?" Charlotte scowled, grumbling through chewing. "I was thinking that I didn't want Wells to be alone with idiots like you and that one." She nodded to Sterling. Sterling smirked, hand going to his chest in mock hurt, "Ouch. I'm wounded, Charlotte. Truly."

Wells rolled his eyes and turned to Raven, concerned about Raven's unease around the Commander. "You alright?" He asked. He knew what she would say instantly, even though it wouldn't be the truth. "Yeah." Raven said, giving him a nonchalant look. "Why wouldn't I be?" Wells sighed. "Because you look at the Commander like you keep expecting her to pull a knife out on you."

He said it nearly silently and all three Monroe, Sterling and Charlotte were making such a commotion that Finn, Fox and Harper didn't hear him, but since Raven was right next to him, she heard perfectly. She stiffened and turned on him, glaring with acid in her gaze. Wells didn't show any emotion besides sadness. He had been captured in the mountain when Abby, Kane, Clarke and the rest of the Ark people had first tried to ally with the Commander against the Mountain Men. But he had been there. After he had practically thrown Clarke into the dropship to protect her from the explosion, Wells had jumped out of the way just in time when the explosion had gone off. There was no time for him to jump in and as far as he had been able to tell, Charlotte and Clarke were already in the dropship and were already safe. So he jumped out of the way. And when he had come back to the dropship, looking for Clarke and the others after the battle with the 300 Grounders, he hadn't found his people.

Until he was captured by the Mountain Men. He and Clarke had escaped. Wells hadn't wanted to leave Charlotte, but there wasn't enough time. They helped Anya out of the mountain, despite Wells for the first time actually feeling real rage towards Clarke for making him leave Charlotte, but now he understood it. The three of them escaped, Anya almost killed him and tried to take Clarke prisoner, but they restrained Anya together. And they tried to form an alliance with the Grounders. When he and Clarke had reunited with their people, Abby, Kane and the additional people from the Ark, they had tried to start the alliance with the Grounders, that was when it had happened. When the Commander had started a mistrust in Raven towards her.

It had been a mistake on the Commander's part and a deliberate framing on the part of the now dead Grounder named "Gustus's." That Gustus man had framed Raven, trying to get people to believe that Raven had tried to kill the Commander and had almost gotten her killed. Wells didn't like to think he was sadistic. But he had been glad when he had seen how Gustus died. Good. That was justice if he had ever heard it, considering how he had tried to get Raven killed.

It also meant that Raven was now deeply afraid of the Commander. Even without the Commander leaving all of them and especially Clarke, Wells's sister to die, what the Commander had tried to do to Raven, even if she had been tricked, was enough to make Wells hate the woman for it.

"Leave it alone, Jaha." Raven said, voice not holding the strength that it might have once had and that was even more of a reason for Wells to see the Commander as the enemy. Every single person that he loved now, Clarke, Raven, Charlotte, Lincoln, Sterling, Monroe, Abby, Kane, Finn, the others, even Octavia, they all had been put in danger because of one big reason. The Commander. It was hard to care about the Commander's rule or even her concern for Clarke when his people had this kind of history with her.

Wells tried not to grimace at that thought. Maybe peace really was impossible.

Author's note:

Kran in segara: The Azgeda words for "my love."

Dantay: Dante

Walass: Wallace

Kaje: Cage

So taking a moment from ranting, (gasp), I know, right? No one faint, okay? I want to just say something about Lexa. It's not even necessarily an insult, more of an attempt to analyze Lexa's feelings for Clarke and why I suspect Anya's would have been more suited for her in the show. It's Lexa's idealism. Let me explain that. I think Lexa genuinely cares about Clarke. But I don't think she's in love with Clarke. At least not in the way people think she is. Not even necessarily the way Lexa thinks she does. I think she's in love with the leader she thinks Clarke is. The ideal of what she wants Clarke to be. I might be wrong. The asshole that writes the show committed one of his misogynistic fantasies before we could delve more into season three and Lexa's feelings. But that's just a theory of mine.

Anya, on the other hand? Does she strike you as the type that would care about sugarcoating things or being in love with ideals? She's not interested in ideals, just reality, the truth and how to deal with it. She's capable of loving Clarke for exactly the way Clarke is. She wouldn't mince words about the relationship she'd want either or what kind of person or leader she thought Clarke was or should be. That might just be me though.