Here I am again with a new fanfiction about Clarke and Lexa. Basically it's a fiction with different character names that I started writing some time ago. So I'm quite a few chapters ahead. But I've changed the names of the main characters here to Clark and Lexa. That said, if you see any Helia or Aurelia (Lexa or Clarke respectively) please let me know and I'll change them, I might have skipped a name when I proofread ^^
Contrary to my fiction on Supergirl which was written as I went along, I already know where the story of this fanfiction is going. The first of a trilogy. Here is the story of the events you will read, the second one is the events before, and the next one will be its sequel. That said, we're not there yet lol
The snow had just fallen on Isarian, the wind was blowing, the animals were beginning to flee to find refuge in spheres more conducive to life, yet it was a magnificent landscape of beauty that offered itself to the sight of Lexa, queen of Isarian both feared and respected. With her long, wavy, and beautiful brown hair, and eyes whose piercing gaze could weaken any human who dared to look her in the eye, she was finally of a build worthy of her rank of queen. The horse on which she was riding, a beautiful black Andalusian, gave her this air of calm and serenity while imposing respect and dignity. This, in these difficult times, was a reassuring mark for her troops weakened by successive wars and in relative peace.
She and her escort had left early that morning to hunt the game that would allow them to spend the winter for her and her people. It was going to be a tough one, it would take them several days to find what they needed to survive for a whole winter. In order to do so, the Isarians had erected a camp made of tents in the manner of a yurt for the few days of hunting planned at the edge of the forest. Lexa was accompanied in his hunt by his faithful companion, Nayak, a magnificent black and white husky who was probably the only one of the troop to appreciate the harshness of the coming winter. With his tail still wagging, sniffing the ground, leading the procession, the hunters knew that as soon as he started to run, they would have to follow him to find the prey they were so lacking in those difficult days. After several hours of tracking game, the hunt began to take a good turn, despite the cold of winter, Lexa and his escort of hunters had managed to capture some game, which should be enough to last them for two or three weeks. The procession was about to return to the camp when a strange noise attracted Nayak's ear and he stopped, concentrating on an event that only he could hear. Suddenly he left in a hurry. Lexa, for whom the hunt was over, immediately called him back, in vain. Philémon, his faithful second wanted to launch out in pursuit of Nayak in order to follow with him this possible hunting track.
Elia gave him the immediate order not to follow him. The proximity with the enemy camp was far too important to take the risk of creating a conflict that would drag and plunge the people into an endless abyss. Their guards could at any moment surprise the hunt and that would be a disaster. Lexa proposed to go and get Nayak herself in order to bring him back. Philemon tried as best he could to protest, but he could not disobey the queen's order.
⁃ I'm going alone, their guards would never dare to attack me in times of truce, and even less so in this difficult winter period like today.
And it is under the reproving eyes of Philemon that Lexa threw her horse in pursuit of Nayak. Philemon ordered the rest of the escort to return immediately to the camp. He regretted that Lexa had raised him since his childhood after the death of his parents, a real hothead, but a seasoned warrior, and no doubt that Lexa would try to harm her life. And yet, he could not help worrying, she was not immortal after all. His feelings of affection, he also didn't let on, Lexa was against any form of affection, for her, it was a sign of weakness that her enemies could use against her and her people. And with no ties, there was nothing you could do against her, that was her way of looking at life. She had therefore banished all forms of affection from her life, much to the dismay of Philemon, who saw her as his own daughter but could not show any sign of it. Only Nayak, for some unknown reason, enjoyed a certain affection from Lexa that she herself could not explain. So Lexa went after Nayak alone. After a few minutes, she found her trail in the snow and followed it, she was getting dangerously close to the enemy camp, which was beginning to make her slightly nervous, the last thing she wanted was to start a war between their two peoples. The Zenarians were a hard, cold and cruel people who only wanted to fight with the spark that would trigger it, only held back from attacking the Isarians by a treaty concluded a few years ago between the two clans by their previous leaders. But the Zenarians asked only one thing, war... They secretly coveted the territory of the Asarans and wanted only one thing, a reason to break the treaty by whatever means.
Lexa saw Nayak in the distance, staring, not moving, she noticed that he was growling and on guard, something he rarely did, and that's when she noticed that he was facing four wolves, probably starving, who were surrounding him. She began to want to shoot one of the arrows out of her quiver, but the wolves noticed her and began moving slowly toward her while Nayak faced one of the remaining wolves. The wolves pounced on Lexa, who shot an arrow that landed in her heart on one of the wolves, killing him instantly. She tried to shoot a second arrow, but her horse became frightened and reared up, kicking one of the wolves, who fell immediately, dead. However, Lexa was thrown three meters away from her horse. There were still two wolves left, one was fighting fiercely with Nayak, the second ran at Lexa who wanted to draw her sword, but her arm was still numb from the fall, and the cold frost had stuck her sword in its sheath and she was in a very bad position. She who had defeated many men in battle was about to die stupidly from a wolf attack... Lexa was on the ground, the wolf began to run towards her to attack her, when suddenly a woman dressed in the warrior clothes of the Zenarians rushed in front of her, drew her sword and cut off the wolf's head with a single blow. Her face was hidden by a thick scarf, and all that could be seen were her eyes, scarlet blue, and hair that could be guessed from a Venetian blond. Lexa, still panting, immediately understood that the warrior was from the enemy clan, got up in a hurry and finally managed to draw her sword and guard the mysterious warrior standing in front of her.
-WHO ARE YOU! She immediately asked this unknown woman who had just saved her life.
⁃Pourquoi did you save my life? She asked again in an authoritative tone, but the look in the stranger's eyes made her feel hypnotized, she couldn't let go of it and she would have been unable to explain why.
In front of her suspicious and interrogating air, the stranger however advanced cautiously towards Lexa who, out of mistrust, took a step backwards, always with her sword on guard.
⁃Votre head, look, you must have hurt yourself when you fell, you are bleeding profusely, you should heal this wound before it gets infected, retorted the mysterious stranger who was handing him a white cloth to heal his wound. As she reached out her hand to Lexa, she revealed a birthmark on her right forearm, which she immediately noticed by its half-moon shape. The stranger noticed it and hid the mark by the sleeve of her thick coat. Lexa crossed her glance and for a reason that escaped her, dropped her sword on the spot as if she was defeated...
A strange feeling took hold of her, her breathing became more difficult, her heart was about to explode, and it was through this feeling that she fainted, falling on this cold snowy ground.
Where am I, why can't my eyes see anything, I hear everything but all my other senses are asleep...and this strange feeling that haunts my dreams, as if nothing is real and out of my control. No, it's not possible, I can't be dead already... So what is happening to me, why can't I sketch out the slightest movement, why did I feel both terrified and full of a certain fullness that made me feel at peace with myself...