A/N: This was supposed to be out sooner but I went to a wedding and the hotel had crappy Wi-Fi, soooo... yeah.. BUT I'm here now wit another chapter so I hope y'all enjoy! It would have been longer but I wanted to get it out in a timely(ish) manor.

Anya had intently been watching the challenge, so when Lexa was about to hurl the spear at Nia she followed the would be movement. When she looked at the queen Anya knew she failed her job. She failed Lexa. She failed Clarke.

"Drop your weapon or her power will be mine through death," Nia ordered, she was wearing the face of victory.

The spear clattered to Lexa's side. Nia had anticipated the brunette's movements and pulled Clarke in front of her. The sword that had been thrown towards them was now being held against Clarke's neck. Everyone who could have noticed was too oblivious and focused on the fight that had bee taking place.

Just minutes before, Bellamy was watching from the balcony of his room. The arena was close enough for him to see everything, but he didn't care about the fight- he cared about Clarke and she was all that he was watching. The Blake's eyes narrowed when he noticed Nia's stealthy movements towards the front of the stage. When he realized what the queen was going for he tried to yell at Clarke to watch out but his voice was useless against the roar below him. The second Nia touched the sword he bolted out the door.

The crowd had silenced, everyone was still. No one was sure of what to do. The challenge was over. Nia had broken the rules by taking her prize too early. Doing so in any normal situation would mean death, but this was no normal situation.

"Think about what you're doing, Nia. You have gone against the challenge, you have gone against me, and you have gone against the coalition." The inner turmoil Lexa had going on did not affect her voice, she knew doing so would only further endanger Clarke and give Nia more of a rise.

Nia's smirk became even cockier when she replied with, "None of that will matter when I have the power of Wanheda. I," she elongated the single letter, "will be Heda."

Lexa growled, not loud enough for anyone to hear, but a growl none the less. She knew Nia wanted power but the woman was not a nightblood and she could not be heda because of that. Lexa knew that she only needed to stall long enough for Anya to reach the platform from behind. The general had sunk into the crowd moments before the brunette said, "With or without Wanheda, you are not a natblida- therefore you can never become Heda." Lexa knew it was a gamble to say such words with an unpredictable person but it was one she had to take so Nia's attention would remain on her.

The maniacal laughter that followed was far from settling for Clarke. She remembered the story Lexa told her, about when Anya told her to count down from three and to only feel fear for those few moments. The blonde counted backwards in her head.

"Do you really think that with Wanheda's power I could not change these ways? Besides.." A cryptic smile broke out across Nia's face before she continued. "I have a natblida of my own and-"

Titus had been stoically quiet until this moment. "All natblida are supposed to be sent here, to Polis, to be trained as soon as they are found out about. That is our way-"

Nia's tsking sound interrupted Titus. She shook her head before strengthening her grip on Clarke and leaning close to her face. "Do you not see," the next part the woman said slowly, "our ways are about to change."

"That was not apart of our deal!" Titus bellowed furiously.

The second Lexa Titus finished his sentence Lexa angrily took a step toward him, her face now showing parts of the angry she was trying to suppress. A jerking movement from Nia halted her before she could take the second step though.

"Ah ah.." Nia shook her head. "One more step towards the stage and Wanheda dies."

Lexa screwed her eyes shut and balled her fist together, desperately trying to think of a quick way to get Clarke out of this. Before she could reopen her eyes an explosion sound in the distance, Lexa could see smoke rise above buildings. At the same time Bellamy bursts out of the crowd and startled everyone, including Nia, by yelling, "Clarke!"

The queen quickly regained her composure while saying, "It looks like it is time for our departure."

The following moments were complete and utter chaos. Anya was nowhere in sight and people were swarming past Lexa as she tried to run towards Clarke. Out of her peripherals the brunette could see the dark haired boy attempting to do the same thing on one side while Octavia and Lincoln did so on the other. The clashing of swords could be heard not too far off in the distance. Lexa was livid, it was not acceptable for her to be unaware of what was going on outside of Polis's walls. When she felt like she was finally gaining on Nia an ice nation warrior barreled into her. Lexa used the momentum to perform a backwards somersault. When Lexa popped up she reached for her sword before she remembered that it had been thrown from her hands during the challenge.

Ice Nation soldiers were now surrounding Nia and Clarke in an effort to protect their queen. She tried to struggle against the woman when people fearfully began running all around her but there was little she could do with a sword at her throat. One of the soldiers expertly bound her wrists together before throwing the blonde over his shoulder. Clarke looked around, she couldn't find anyone that she knew. Some of the city's guards tried to help her but they were all brutally slashed down by the small army that accompanied Nia. The feeling of her stomach bouncing against the man's armored shoulder made Clarke feel sick but she could do nothing.

Clarke continued to search around her anxiously, silently pleading to find Lexa, but all she could see were blue and white fur lined uniforms. The hole in the wall was the first thing that Clarke was able to see and no one had come for her. She began to think that maybe Lexa didn't care about her enough to go after her but she shook the idea from her mind. She knew that was a lie. Nia and the man carrying Clarke remained in the center of several warriors until a third person joined them, and to her astonishment this new person also had a person thrown over his shoulder- Anya.

At first Clarke thought the general had been knocked out, too much color was in her cheeks for her to be dead. Anya then opened her eyes, just enough for Clarke to see them, anyone else would have to be looking specifically at her to notice them, and made a subtle shh motion with her lips.

Anya was already upset with herself for letting Nia get close enough to Clarke to endanger her life, but not being quick enough to get her while they were on the stage only made the woman more mad. Polis guards were fighting Ice Nation warriors. What she found odd was that the only people that Nia's men and women fought were the ones that tried to go towards Clarke or Nia. No one even went towards Lexa, who Anya knew was somewhere behind her. Clarke, or rather Wanheda, was all they came to Polis for. While she wanted to make sure that Lexa was ok, Anya also knew that the commander could handle her own and her orders to protect Clarke had not yet been lifted. The general knew that she could not successfully battle the opposing warriors, and while guards were trying to help they were only a distraction. Anya could come up with one sure fire way to at least be around Clarke. Nia's warriors knew she would not ever want to miss the opportunity to get her hands on Lexa's closest advisor; Anya took advantage of that and gave them a poor fight.

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Once Lexa finally broke through all of the terrified citizens and fighting she knew it was too late. She could see white horses racing away from Polis. She looked behind her, the road leading to the tower was littered with bodies and broken stalls. Smoke still rose from around where the explosion had occurred. The Ice Nation did not have that technology. Skaikru and the Maunon were the only ones with that kind of power- one of them was extinct. Based off of the reactions of the few that came to Polis, Lexa couldn't even imagine the people of Arkadia trusting any person that was not one of them, especially anyone connected to Nia. Her people weren't exactly known for being charismatic.

People began to realize that the fighting was over and slowly returned to the street, all forming a silent crowd in front of their commander. Some of the city's guards were limping, but stood in front of her none the less- each one ready to obey whatever orders they were to be given.

Lexa did not only care for Clarke but also her people, she would not bring them into her fight.

"Azgeda has not only gone against me in the challenge but also the entire coalition. Skaikru has become apart of us as the thirteenth clan and while the official ceremony has not been done they are still one of us." Murmurs spread but quickly quieted, Lexa knew that the people of Polis supported her. "Wanheda is their advisor, I will not let their queen use her and treat her as an object, as a prize. If you were hurt in the fight then see a healer."

The brunette waited for people to disperse before finding the nearest able bodied guard and they spoke in hushed tones.

"Did anyone see Azgeda approaching these walls?"

"Yes Heda." The man visibly gulped but other than that showed no signs of feeling anxious. "The fleimkepa told the scouts that warned him he would take care of it and they did not need to bother with finding you."

Lexa glared, not at the guard, but since he was in front of her that's how it came off. "I want you to keep your watch on him until I return with Wanheda. Do not let the fleimkepa know your eyes are on him. On your way to him gather people to make pyres for the deceased."

They parted and Lexa turned, heading toward the stables located on the other side of the wall. Before she exited the city she could smell the familiar scent of iron. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw all of the horses slaughtered. Nia took away her only quick way of transportation. The animals did not deserve this. Lexa turned and punched the wall in frustration. This was not how the day was supposed to go. Clarke was gone, not just gone, but kidnapped. Lexa started to feel like all odds were going against her, but she'd fight the world if it meant saving Clarke.

Lexa recognized the sound of heavy footsteps and composed herself just before Bellamy ran outside of the wall.

"Where is she?!" Bellamy asked frantically, looking around as if he would find her in plain sight. Lexa couldn't look him in the eyes and that was sign enough.

Lexa could tell that the dark haired boy wanted to say something and was clearly restraining himself. "I am going after her-"

"We are going too," Octavia said breathlessly as she too emerged from the hole in the wall, leaving no room for argument. Lincoln soon followed who had Raven's arm around his shoulder and was supporting most of her weight. Lexa hadn't even noticed them disappearing from her side.

The commander glanced back at the dead horses, she had no fast way to catch up with Azgeda.

"We have a jeep not far from here," Octavia said.

Lexa didn't know what that was or how it'd help. Before she could implore as to what exactly it was Raven clarified, "Think of it as a really fast horse but with wheels."

"Lead the way," Lexa said without a second thought. While the Skaikru members weren't completely fond of her, they did have a common goal, to keep Clarke safe, so for the time being she did not have a reason to believe they were leading her into a trap. As they raced through the woods she remembered that someone had given Azgeda a bomb, but if this was quickest way to Clarke and she couldn't not take the chance. The jeep was not far, so the brunette wasn't surprised that the sky people had been sighted so easily. It was an amateur move for trying to get inside of Polis- one that she knew Lincoln would know better than to commit. It was a risky gamble, especially since he and Octavia had been banished.

The jeep looked like a cart but with seats and a roof. Bellamy had raced ahead to save time and got it started. The vehicle was not quiet when it roared to a start, they would have to stop it a distance away from wherever Nia and her troops were camped to keep hidden. Lexa took the other front seat, seeing as it offered a better opportunity to be aware of her surroundings.

"Get your ass out off the front seat, Bellamy," Raven yelled the second she saw the Blake brother in the driver's seat. Before he could argue she added, "You're a shit driver and you know it!"

Bellamy growled as he crawled into the backseat. Lincoln and Octavia occupied the remaining two seats.

The jeep didn't have doors so when the car started Lexa instinctually reached out for something to hold. She settled on just holding onto the roof with a white knuckled grip. The commander looked around, their speed and the lack of light made it too hard for her to see any tracks. As she squinted Lexa was just able to make out smoke.

"That way," Lexa said, almost in a way that sounded like an order, and pointed in the direction. Raven followed Lexa's finger and made a sharp turn, causing Lexa to slide in her seat and hold onto the roof more firmly. She saw that everyone else had something wrapped around their torsos that kept them in place but she didn't want to be restrained in case there was the need to make a hasty retreat.

"I thought you said I was the shit driver," Bellamy grumbled.

"Not the time, dude.." No one else said anything as the vehicle sped across the grass.

"Wait," Raven said as she realized something. "Where's Anya?"

Lexa still did not know. The last she had seen of the general was when Nia first got her hands on Clarke. "I do not know.." There was no point in lying. "My guess is that she is headed the same place we are."

As they travelled Lexa tried to direct Raven through plains and grassy areas so they'd be able to avoid trees in an effort to save time, seeing as they could be difficult to navigate through on something smaller like a horse but they eventually had to. Once it got too thick Raven stopped the jeep and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

It was a good time to stop, they had made a considerable amount of distance towards the smoke and scouts would be stationed around the perimeter once they got close enough, which wouldn't be far from where they were.

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Clarke and Anya were on separate horses. The younger of the two was still with the soldier that bound her wrists together while Anya had beed thrown over the horse of the warrior that carried her to the party while they were still In Polis.

Nothing around Clarke appeared familiar to her, whether or not it was because her night vision was poor she did not know. Anya was still asleep, or rather pretending to be. Clarke knew the general would wait for the perfect time to make her move, if she had one.. The day had many unexpected events, getting kidnapped unexpectedly and on purpose was not exactly on the agenda. Clarke didn't know if Anya even had a plan to get the out of this. It would be reckless, for both her and her ally, for Clarke to try to escape.

The trip was very unlike the one Clarke had taken with Lexa. Warm and comforting arms didn't envelope her. She did not feel safe- far from it. Worries plagued Clarke's mind: Her old friends, Polis, Lexa.. She did not even know if the fighting was still active or not. Clarke couldn't help but think she had only been in Polis for a few days and people had already died. It never seemed to leave her, death, it always followed her.

Before long all of the horses came a halt and Clarke didn't even draw a single breath before a blindfold was roughly tied over her eyes. She didn't know why they put it on her, it wasn't like she actually knew where they were at the moment. She felt the warrior behind her dismount before being yanked off by her arm. When Clarke reached the ground she lost her footing and slipped but sloppily caught herself on with one of her knees.

"Careful now, Wanheda," Nia whispered, too close for Clarke's liking.

Clarke felt arms helping her up, their gentle touch gave her a feeling of false comfort. She was more than aware that whatever the queen was doing was some sort of act. When Nia urged Clarke forward her arm was still wrapped around the blonde's waist. Clarke's attempt to put some distance between the two of them only resulted in nails being dug into the side of her ribs.

"Ah ah," Nia said in a sing song kind of voice. "We would not want for you to fall again." She paused to put her spare hand on Clarke's stomach. "Now would we?"

Being deprived of one of her senses- her eye sight, was enough to make the situation that much more unnerving. Still, Clarke would not give the queen the satisfaction of receiving a response so she swallowed her response. It was not to her surprise when another voice did speak up though however.

"Get your hands off of her," Anya growled. The general didn't make it obvious or let it be known but she had been keeping an eye on Clarke and everyone around her since they were reunited.

Nia laughed and only strengthened her grip. "I do not believe you are in any position to be making demands."

Clarke stiffened, trying to keep her emotions under control. She didn't care what Nia did to her but for her to disrespect Anya, for her to disrespect everyone, that ignited something in the blonde. Keeping her cool was becoming more and more difficult but she was determined to do just that. Wanheda scared Clarke, and nothing could be done about it because she was Wanheda. Whatever was about to happen, Clarke did not want Wanheda's anger to resurface.