It has been six months since I have last updated this story and I have to say I am so sorry y'all. A lot of shit went down for me and I love all the love and support I have been given by my loyal readers. I have finished my time at college and am now slowly saving money so that I don't have to worry about money while I go to the police academy.
I can't begin to tell y'all how much all your words of encouragement mean to me. For awhile I was in a dark place and it was so difficult to do anything. My anxiety also took a giant hit so that was super fun. Thankfully I had all y'alls support, as well as my friends and family. Also if you know someone that is suffering from depression or anxiety don't tell them to just 'think happy thoughts.' This simple phrase is the single worst thing because I was told this once again at one of my lowest points and it didn't help because it just made me feel like I was a failure. That I couldn't even do something as simple as being happy.
On another note: Don't be a fucking pussy and leave a negative comment behind a guest account. Grow a pair and fucking leave it behind an actual name so I don't have to stew in my anger waiting for your little bitchy comment to show up. Why don't you just not read my story if you don't like it. If I don't portray a character the 'right way' then write your own god damn story. Also you sound like that dumb bitch that commented on the last chapter I updated. So once more dear sir or ma'am you can take that large stick you carry to smack those that work hard to create stories that you love to shit on and shove it Right up your ass. You can even use it as a chair. I hope you feel so much better after you have read this because I know you will because this is the second time you have pulled this shit.
Another rant. The main website I use for my trigedasleng has been removed. So that's fricking great.
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Chapter Six
"Lexa is right Clarke. I know what I said but she needs to remember because she knows things that you have not been told," Becca looked apologetic, but I could see the resolve hardening.
The woman flashed from her throne to standing in front of Lexa and then grabbed the back of her neck and placing her right hand against her face. Brown eyes locked with green before the green glazed over and she fell back limp into her throne.
My scream of rage was drowned out as I lost consciousness in the present, eyes rolling into the back of my skull and my memories flashing before my eyes. Memories that I had no want or need to remember or to live through once more.
*Flashback*
Lexa was sitting before me in her throne, a dark sneer on her face as she looked at me. Fear coursing through my veins as I tried to put on a brave face and show confidence but it was failing me. The past couple days catching up to me as my eye began to twitch.
The verbal spar this time was not as fun or witty as the second time and only brought me sadness because I had failed to adequately impress the woman. Walking through the woods always making sure to keep at least one eye on the grounders that followed at a mellow pace. Not trusting that they wouldn't stab me in the back.
Desporation coursed through my veins at the sight of Lincoln not breathing or heart beating. The deep sadness that seemed to thrum from my chest at the sight of Octavia crying over her lost love. The feeling only intensifying at Lexa's words. The crackle of the shock baton as it restarted the man's heart.
I could only watch as Finn was standing in the middle of the clearing with his hands raised as the grounder warriors grabbed him and took him away. Raven screams of anger echoing in my ears.
Blood slipped down my my arm, heart pounding in my chest, as it slowly became harder to breath. My chest felt incredibly tight, my feelings for Finn seemed raw and the overwhelming guilt felt like it was swallowing me whole. His ghost following me around and reminding me of my failure to protect who I care for.
Foam frothed from Gustus' mouth as he fell back against the wall, Lexa panicking as he continued to choke. Raven being taken when the poison was found in her jacket. Her screams searing itself into my memory.
Her bright crimson blood staining her dark blue shirt as she continued to bleed. The rope steadily cutting into her wrists as she tried to pull herself away from the bloody blade as it was once more passed to another village member from Ton D.C.
The vodka burned as I took large drags from the bottle. Only stopping when I couldn't take the burning anymore. Lexa's eyes were wide in something almost akin to surprise and guilt. The liquor warmed my body and gave me the courage I needed to scream at the warriors that surrounded us.
Lexa's face was hard as stone as she pushed the sharp point of her blade into Gustus' chest killing him. The anger that I felt towards the man that almost ruined the alliance that was needed for us to take the mountain.
Blood splatter hitting me in the face from how close he was when hit by the dagger. Lexa rushing closer to the man before ripping her dagger out as she threatened the man. The roar of my encounter with a pauna as she slashed the man's leg open. Her scream of pain when the gorilla grabbed hold of her leg. Waking up to her watching over me. The first stirrings of positive emotions toward her.
The absolute fear I felt over her safety when hearing of the bomb being sent to Ton D.C. after I sent off Emerson with my warning. Ragged breaths of my horse when I finally managed to get to the village. Grudgingly accepting her reasoning for not telling the other generals of the missile that was headed this way.
Rushing away from her when I saw my mother in the village. The feel of the explosion as my bones shuddered and vibrated. Of blood slowly dripping down my face from the blood as my world came into focus once more after hearing those words from my mother to see Lexa holding my face in her hands. How it felt nice and filled me with warmth.
My finger tensed and the sound of a gunshot sounded off, the mountain falling to the ground next. Not feeling any relief from the guilt of all those who died in the village. My anger at the mountain only increasing in intensity.
Stopping Ryder from shooting Octavia as she was stationed at the look out point. The words flowing from my mouth as I called Lexa a liar. All of the build up of emotions finally releasing at the one woman whose presence I enjoyed to be around. The curl of desire that flared through my body when she pulled me into a kiss. Her lips soft and how much I wanted to continue but stopping due to the left over feelings I had for Finn.
The horns of war blasting through the small valley. Her soft hands wrapped around mine as we pushed the button down together. Lexa's blood splattered face as she told me of how she made the decision with her head and not her heart.
Anger and betrayal flowing heavily through my veins. The red slowly inching in from the edge toward the center. Her whispered words of 'May we meet again,' seemed to be the only thing I could hear as everything else faded away. The anger falling away to leave only devastation that a woman who I trusted with all my being, who I wanted to have as part of my life has betrayed me. The guilt that maybe if I hadn't pushed her away earlier then she wouldn't have abandoned me and my people.
Dante on his knees before me, his words swirling through my head. I hardened my heart and took Lexa's advice. I pulled the trigger and watched with slight satisfaction as he fell dead to the floor, ignoring the look of utter horror on my friends faces.
Bellamy and I pulling the lever. Horror.
All I could feel was horror and I couldn't protect myself from the feelings of my past self. It felt like I was living that life through once more.
I was running. Running from everything that reminded me of what I had done. The memories of everything I had done since landing seemed to replay constantly through my mind the three months I had been alone.
Every night was a nightmare. The burned faces of those I killed flashing through my minds eye. Always waking up in a cold sweat and sometimes vomiting the small amount of food I had managed to force down my throat. The depression was all consuming. It felt as though I was walking through thick sludge to even take a single step.
The anger was another constant companion during these days. Anytime something didn't happen the way I wanted it was met with lashing out and a few animals that were unsalvageable.
Niylah became the only one that I would see during my time in the woods. I always made sure to come back to her trading post. She was the only human interaction I had. The night we slept together was nothing more than a release for me. I knew she felt more for me but I didn't care. The itch needed to be scratched and she just happened to be there.
Roan capturing was definitely the breaking point for me. I knew that the Ice Nation had been looking for me for some time. Niylah had heard rumors and made sure to let me know if she saw any bounty hunters from that clan as well as any scouts.
My body felt weak and by the end of week trip I felt close to death. When he placed the bag over my head, I felt no fear as to what was to come. I didn't care that I most likely was going to be tortured and killed by the Ice Queen. Part of me felt a strange sick satisfaction that I was going to cause Lexa pain after my death.
Then it was her face I saw once the bag was removed. Not the Queen. The rage that had been steadily rising finally exploded. I spit in her face, making sure that I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. I can't remember the words I had screamed at her but all I could see in my mind's eye was her leaving me alone on the mountain.
Roan slipping me the dagger. The blade pressed firmly against her tan skin. Feeling sick when all I could see on her face was acceptance and how apologetic she looked. It made me sick and I had to push her away. Her speaking of peace between my people and hers.
Seeing my mother again was an experience but the happiness that she showed towards me meant little to me. She shouldn't have been happy to see me.
Bowing before Lexa, made my stomach turn but I needed to do this to protect Skaikru from the Ice Nation. The strength of their army was clearly seen when Roan forced me into the woods. The throne room doors opening to allow Bellamy, Octavia, and surprisingly Pike to enter. All talking about how this was a trap.
Raven's broken voice coming over the radio. Telling us that everything in the Mountain was gone. Part of me knowing that mountain should have not been touched, let alone have my people move into it.
Lexa was bowing to me. The same vow I muttered just days prior in this time to her. This was the moment that I knew that she deeply regretted what happened at the mountain. The anger at her was now a low simmer, barely rearing its head when I see her now.
My first encounter with the dark haired night blood. Her blood dripping down onto my face after the Queen cut into her. My stomach turning at the sick glee in both women's eyes. The concern I felt when I saw Lexa once more. Her telling me that 'You have never seen me fight.'
Her throw was straight and true. Her strength and power was shown with the bang of Nia's back hitting the throne, the tip of the spear splintering through the wood. She was truly beautiful at that moment. The sun hit her at just the right angle to make her look like an angel of death. A warrior goddess who had been given mortal form.
She looked so soft when she entered my room. I couldn't help but stare in wonder at her beauty. Knowing that what I wanted her. It was so hard to tell her goodnight. To let her walk out of my chamber room doors. I went to bed that night with a deep longing throbbing in my chest.
She was wearing her sash like a cowl this morning. The fog covering the ground around us and the trees in the distance. Lexa laughed slightly and my heart clenched and warmed in wonder at her.
The 300 warriors she sent were dead. All dead except for Indra. Fear and anger when I learned at what my people had done. Anger to learn that my people voted for this but I couldn't let the war happen. Knowing that if I did then my people would be wiped out.
Barely making it out of Arkadia alive without being tortured or imprisoned. Lexa declaring Blood must not have blood to her people for me.
Lexa fell asleep on the couch and I couldn't help but draw her. Try to show the peace that radiated from her resting form onto the paper. To convey my emotions for her in a positive outlet. The spirits of the Commanders talking to her before she woke. The sliver of fear going down my spine finally realizing that they were real. That this wasn't just some spiritual mumbo jumbo.
Emmerson socked me in the face with the chains wrapped around his wrists. Lexa screamed at her guards to take him away. The vengeance I wanted against the man going against what I pleaded Lexa for.
Titus warning me to leave the city.
Changing my mind at the beginning of the formal 1000 cuts ceremony. Him being banished to waste lands, to the desert.
The blockade with a kill order being enacted. Going to talk to Lexa, only to end with kissing her. A single tear rolling down her cheek. Bringing her to bed and have her look up at me in pure wonder.
Pulling her clothes off slowly to allow me to taste her skin. Us joining together in ways I never imagined happening. Running my fingers gently up and down her back as she closed her eyes for a minute. Her skin softer than the furs that covered us. That covered her. Her mentioning a living night blood before her rolling over onto me and my train of thought lost in the feel of her touch. Of the pleasure that she brought me. Of the pleasure that I brought her.
The bliss and sadness I felt over leaving her room, only to find Murphy tied a chair in mine. Titus saying that leaving wasn't enough to end my control over her.
The loud bark of the gun as he fired at me. The door opening before my fingers touched to handle and taking a step back in alarm.
So much blood. It covered my hands, arms, chest, and parts of my face. Giving her the travelers prayer and gently pressing my lips to hers once more. Tears streaming down my face at how cold her lips are. The taste of iron mixing unpleasantly with the salt on mine.
Titus then rolling her cold body over and removing the flame. Telling me how the flame needs to be removed from her so that it can be passed onto the next Commander, repeating the words that only a nightblood can take the flame. The sound of a loud bell echoing through the city and the tower.
Being pulled into the throne room with the others later in the early morning only to see the nightblood that was with the Queen sitting on the throne. Her kicking over the bag of heads.
Titus taking Murphy and I to a secret passage that would take us out of the tower and how to make our way out of the city. Repeating his promise that he made to Lexa. That he was only doing this because of that promise.
I didn't care. His words meant nothing and only brought more anger and pain. My arm racing forward and connecting perfectly with his throat. Him dropping to the ground, holding onto his throat. Searching the pockets of his robes until I found that flame and pocketed it. The nightblood that had taken her throne wasn't worthy of this.
Running through the opening with Murphy hot on my heels. Making it back to outskirts of the city before stealing horses and racing towards Arkadia. Fearing what would happen now that the kill order was active.
Indra helping us sneak over the border and into Skaikru land. Not saying anything to me when she saw the blood that still stained my skin. How my eyes now seemed hollow and empty. The last thing she did before disappearing into the brush was pull me into a tight hug whispering to me words of strength.
Pike locked me in a cell with the other Trikru who had been there originally for treatment. I had to watch over the course of one week many of them die because of the lack of medicine. It didn't matter that I tried to help. The fevers became to strong, their brains overheating, bodies shutting down from the infection.
Lincoln was killed a day after I was locked in with them. He had started a riot to break out but that had failed. The lone gun shot seemed to bring the world into silence. The only sound that could be heard through the window was a long-agonized scream from who I could only guess was Octavia.
The horns began one week after this day, early in the morning. The sun had barely began to lighten when the first horn blew. This horn was followed by another, before it sounded like hundreds or horns were being blown.
The crack of sniper rounds could clearly be heard in the cells. The few remaining Trikru with me all rushed to the window. The cells were on the second floor and gave us a view of the valley the Ark had landed in. Not much could be seen through the trees.
The horns stopped and only to be quickly forgotten when hundreds of thousands of arrows flew into the air. Each arrows tip was on fire, lighting up the sky as they flew.
The cell door opened. It was Octavia. She had climbed through the vents and she was here to break us out. She broke the news that the entire coalition was at the front door and we needed to be gone.
The mountain covered our rear and gave us an escape route as long as we left then.
Hundreds of my people followed me. Most of the remaining 100 came as well. Only a few stayed behind including Bellamy, Jasper, and any of those who had family from farm station. Thankfully Monty joined our group. Murphy vanishing on the road back to Arkadia with a dark haired woman with tattoos across her face.
The 400 that followed quickly dwindled down in number. The desert was to harsh for the elderly that followed and for the younger children.
We needed nightblood and thanks to rumors we learned about Luna. That she was the one that escaped the last conclave in exile from Polis. I gave orders to keep the party moving towards east and closer to the sea as not many clans had villages there. It would be easier to hide.
Octavia and I went to the capital village of Flokru to see if we could speak to Luna. She was the only hope at having a nightblood on the Commanders throne that wasn't absolutely psychotic.
Disappointment seemed to pulse with the beats of my heart, hearing the no come from Luna's lips. It also seemed that she was losing favor with her clan as she had cut off all trade with the other clans once she heard of Lexa's death.
The problem that came with this was now a new nightblood was needed but the only other one alive was insane. Later that week the radio crackled to life to hear my mother telling us that nightblood was just a serum that was originally given to many of those on the ground to help them survive the radiation.
Octavia and I agreed to kidnap Luna. Many of the businesses that were based in their capital were beginning to lose profits and already many were shut down. One of the boating companies had even begun to burn the other boats to monopolize the fishing import. Luna ignored the inner problems that were building trying to just keep other tribes away from her clan.
Many were calling for her to step down so that they start the trading back up. Much of the land they were on was not condusive for the growing of anything besides some vegetables but not enough to really feed all of their people. That was why the trade agreements for the clan was so important.
After one of the major fields that made up their vegetable plants was destroyed a revolt happened and Luna was removed from her throne.
She escaped in the middle of the night. I found her.
My mother found a way to reverse engineer the nightblood from her bone marrow. I went out on a kill mission to remove the ice nation scouts that had begun to circle out camp. Not that they knew this. Tunnels systems truly came in handy.
Their were more scouts than reported. I was attacked from behind in the cave I had taken shelter in. The next four days were hell. I was cut into, beaten, and whipped within an inch of my life for information on the flame. Thankfully the flame I had buried deep in the earth of the cave in the very back. An area that I had barely fit in.
They had started with the whip. The whip instead of leather had a metal hook like end to it. Each lash across my back caused pain to explode from where it connected. The only thing they got out of me was screams. Then they had moved onto burning the wounds on my back closed. I was half delirious by this time.
They removed all of my nails from both my fingers and from my toes. Cut into every available inch of skin they could before burning the wound closed. The men knew what they were doing.
My head forced multiple times into the water barrel they had brought in. I was only pulled out once I stopped struggling as hard. A hot knife was stabbed into my eye. That happened on the last day. No longer could I see out of my left eye. It was almost ironic that it was the same eye I almost lost in my fight against Gustus. Barely an hour after another Ice Nation warrior entered the room I had been locked in to tell them that the flame had been found.
An arrow pierced the mans throat, the tip seemed to explode from the front of his neck.
Two arrows quickly followed killing the two other men.
I was delirious from the pain, my vision fading in and out. Barely recognizing Octavia and Indra as they stormed into the room. A sword breaking the chain that held me up.
Everything flashed forward once more but the damage had already been done. I had felt everything. The torture I had barely lived through once, reliving once more. Once more, I created a wall that seemed to keep my true self locked away.
Memories continued to flash forward at a much quicker rate. Not feeling much of anything besides the phantom pain left from the experience.
Breathy moans caused from Octavia touching me. Of our battle cries as we decimated those before us.
A sword breaking through skin and armor. Of shocked hazel eyes that were already glazing over in death as she fell. Octavia dying with a smile on her face, knowing that she was going to see Lincoln again.
Falling deeper into my role as leader. No longer allowing many to get close to me physically.
My mothers eyes connecting with mine before closing for the final time. The smile on Ontari's face as she held the bloody knife above her head.
Walking through the cave system to find that Jackson had killed himself. Leaving me as the only healer.
The third winter when the flu decimating half of the remaining people alive.
The drums of war closing in on my people for the final time. Making it through the door before it was closed for the last time.
*Flashback end*
I fell forward from my throne. My eyes wild. Mind not clear.
"Clarke?" a soft woman's voice asks. Head raising to see Becca.
The woman who broke her promise that Lexa wouldn't get her memories back. Hand reaching back and grabbing hold of one of my daggers. Wanting to see her blood.
The knife moving end over end through the air vanishing from reality before it made contact with her.
My war cry was loud. My throat hurt from the strength and volume of such a cry. Shooting forward with my original speed towards Becca.
I was already moving when Mjorll tried to stop me. I quickly punched her in the throat before sweeping her legs out from under her. Moving as I did so.
I barely made it a few steps more before crashing heavily into one of the previous Commanders. Not caring as I flung the man over my shoulder. Weaving past another's hands. I connected hard with Becca. The throne that we collided with was shattered. Large hands pulling me from the woman before being flung away.
Landing hard on the ground as I continued to scream out my fury. Not carrying of the damage I could bring down upon myself. Flipping myself back and onto my feet. Hands touched my arm, not even thinking before my elbow made solid contact with another's face. Feeling the sick pleasure from the sound of their nose breaking.
Farkas entered my sight, keeping me from enacting my revenge. The revenge I needed to have.
My name screamed catching my attention. The voice from the one I love. Stopping to turn to see her. Only to be blindsided by a punch. The hit so powerful it threw me to the ground. My head spinning from the blow.
A heavy foot connected with my side. My eyes opening to glare at the man on top of me only to see someone tackle him away from me.
I barely had time to register that it was Lexa before a heavy presence permeated the air. Everything stopped and I couldn't even move if I wanted to. It lightened enough for me to make it to my feet.
Lexa moving away from Farkas to stand in front of me. The woman waved her hand and all the injuries slowly went away. Even the phantom pain from the torture vanished away. My mind clearing but still not enough that I was emotionally stable.
"I did what was needed to be done Clarke. I know I promised I would not let have her memories once more but she asked. She was right as well. Certain things are now known and she will be able to help us further in keeping all our people safe and alive."
Her voice cold and a sliver of fear traveled down my spine but it quickly vanished and replaced with anger that burned through my veins.
"Now I do believe it is time for you both to awake. I do not want to see your face Clarke until you calm down and have a very good apology for your actions here today. I understand that certain things happened in your past that you don't want to bring to light but I will never allow such behavior again. Remember I made the flame and I alone know it's true power."
Becca waved her hand again it felt like I was pushed through a tube only to find myself back in my bed. The furs felt to tight. My mind pulling up fresh memories of the torture.
I didn't want to be touched right now. The thought of human contact made my skin crawl. The thought and feeling of anything touching me was wrong. Ripping the covers off and leaving the bed. Panic coursing through my veins. My heart rate rising quickly.
The beat so powerful that it seemed to cause my whole body to slightly shake with it. My hands gripped my leg tightly as I tried to control my my breathing.
To not allow my breathing to quicken to the point I pass out. Already I could see the stars forming. My hands going to my head. My breathing slowing down finally.
The calm I had finally entered in was almost shattered by the one who threw open the flap for my tent. Anger coursed through my veins. Lighting my body on fire with its fury.
"Get out!" I roar at the man.
He didn't move from his position. Eyes taking in my hunched over form. The only thing I was wearing was pants and my chest binding. The guard cleared his throat to speak but I didn't care.
Reaching over I grabbed hold on the clay pot on the small stool and threw it at the man. The pot exploding once it made contact with his chest. Drenching the poor man in water.
"GET OUT!" I roar again this time taking a challenging step forward. The guard ran quickly from the tent.
The fiery inferno that was my anger was so strong I could feel the tears begin to form. A thing that has not happened in years.
My hands gripping hair tightly, pulling hard on the strands. The pain helping me center my mind as I released another scream of fury.
Ignoring the sounds of people talking outside my tent.
The flap opening once more. Releasing my hair, I reached down to the edge of the cot and hurled it at the entrance only to panic to see wide green eyes right as the cot connected with her.
Multiple shouts of Heda sounded around the tent. The anger still coursed through my veins. Reaching one of my dangerous points. Even the thought of hurting Lexa with my actions didn't calm the inferno.
Making barely any noise due to not having my boots on, I stormed from the tent to see half of Ton D.C. awake and watching with wide eyes. Lexa had already thrown the cot away from her and was standing again.
She quickly took in my appearance. My eyes taking her in as well. A strange snarl slipped past my lips when deep concern appeared on her face. I don't need her pity.
"Clarke you need to clear your mind. This anger isn't good for you. It keeps you from thinking clearly," she tried to plead. Voice soft she seemed to plead with me.
"We can fix everything."
Looking down, I rubbed my left eye trying to acclimate to seeing out of it once more. Pushing too hard and popping one of the stitches. Feeling the thread used pull free from the skin and fall away. My warm blood flowing down past my hand to my arm. The whispering raising once more at the sight.
Dropping my arms once more, I opened my eyes and cataloged everything happening around me.
The sun had barely begun to rise, lighting up much of the village in a warm reddish glow. Many of the villagers were already out and doing their jobs. Even Skaikru were out. My mother looked slightly horrified at my appearance.
Gustus was standing next to Lexa looking utterly furious at me. Then my eyes connected with Lexa once more. The pitying look gone from her face. Instead it was understanding.
Ignoring everything else I moved swiftly past her and towards her war room. The heavy steps of Gustus following after me. My ears barely picking up Lexa's.
The heavy metal door was opened for me as I flew down the steps. My feet stepping on multiple small pebbles and cracks. Pretty sure that I have cuts covering the delicate soles.
Lexa's area wasn't covered, her furs on the floor.
I stopped and took in the sight of her bed for the first time not made. She never once in the entire time I have known not made her bed.
Head tilting on its own without any thought.
"I had to see you," her voice was soft.
I closed my eyes as the large metal door shut behind me. Her steps louder now that they are on concrete.
No words came to mind. The anger was slowly fading away the longer I stood in her presence even though I didn't want to calm down. Becca broke her promise. Her promise lasted four days. Four Fucking days.
"I remember Clarke. It isn't the end of the world. We know what will happen. We can prepare," her voice reaching softer volumes by the end.
Hands slowly touched my back. The muscles twitching, skin crawling. I pulled away from the touch. Not ready for human contact just yet. Especially when I couldn't see where it came from.
"What angers you? Causes you to shy away, to lash out? Is it because I remember? Remember the love you have for me? The love I have for you? What is it Clarke?!" her words almost hissed by the end.
She wouldn't understand because she doesn't know.
"You lived through your future while I lived through mine," the words hollow sounding.
Finally I turned around. She was standing there honestly looking like a mess. Her hair was wasn't brushed and her eyes looked just as wild as mine. For hells sake she was still wearing her night dress.
"Why the hell aren't you dressed?" my voice raising.
"How could you go out like that? You are Heda. Never once have I seen you look like this," the words harsh.
"I needed to see you! I haven't truly seen you in over four years Clarke! Did you think that I would care what the others would see?" her words barely above a whisper as she stalked forward.
"Now tell me what you saw. What turned you into this? You are acting like a young warrior who has just started their training. Your anger is taking over and clouding your thoughts. Clarke you threw a water pot at one of guards because he didn't leave your tent. To make matters worse you threw a cot at me. A cot!"
I took a step forward into her space. Her eyes seemed to glow bright like green fire as anger swirled in her eyes. "He pushed and right now you are pushing," words coming out snarled.
"What are you going to do? Throw another cot at me?"
My anger quickly deflated at that. "I didn't look when I threw it. I thought it was that guard again."
"You mean the guard that I sent so that others wouldn't see me like this," gesturing to herself. Taking in how it was that damn night gown that has a slit that runs from the floor to her upper thigh as well as showing off her cleavage.
My mind stalling for a solid couple of seconds before jerking my eyes away. "I didn't want anyone to see me like this. I just wanted to be left alone. I just had to relive through all my memories. Went through things that only appeared in my nightmares. Live through torture, losing my loved ones, and watching my people become nothing more than dust in the wind. So please tell me how I was supposed to act because instead of living through it over four years i lived through it in minutes but still felt everything. So tell me oh great Heda how I was supposed to act," part of myself was sick with how I was speaking to her knowing I should be ecstatic that she remembered me. That she is the woman who I love and not someone who just looked like her.
Lexa's eyes narrowed in anger. Her back straightened as she took another step forward. Her breath caressed my face.
Lexa didn't say anything but grabbed a hold of my hand before pulling me along after her. She stopped at the bed and laid down. Moving backward until she was in the middle of the bed.
"Come here," green eyes still alight in anger. A part of me nervous before letting it fall away when she gave me a small smile.
Slowly I moved forward nervous, skin tingling in slight fear. Touching others after an episode like this was always dangerous. A couple of times it had led to me assaulting them.
I laid down on my back, arm barely touching Lexa.
She snorted. The fucking Commander just snorted. Her left arm reached over grabbing a hold of my right arm in a strong grip and pulled me over. She met no resistance.
My head rested gently against Lexa's chest. Her heart beat a strong and steady rhythm that slowly let me relax. The tension in my shoulders and back slowly released. I flinched harshly when she gently touched my back. Her hand didn't move until my muscles unclenched.
Fingers gently run up and down my spine just like I had done to her all those years ago. Tears filled my eyes at that memory, arm slowly reaching over and pulling myself closer to her. Her other arm coming around to hold me tightly.
Her heart sped up, breathing becoming raged and choppy. Then a sob sounded through the room, it was loud and felt like a hammer smashed into my chest from the pain.
I pulled her tighter to me as my own tears fell onto her chest. "I won't let that happen again. Titus' life is forfeit. Nothing can be done about Azgeda as of yet but Nia won't wait long to play her cards once this is over. I shall have my blood and you shall have yours. Ontari is worse than a monster Clarke. She was raised to be the Queen's attack dog since she could walk. And if someone takes you and harms you? Then I shall unleash the full might of our armies. I will lay waste to their lands for you just like I know you would do the same," her fingers carded through my hair at her words.
The love I felt for her washed heavily through my body. That piece in my chest unclenched and desire swept through my veins replacing all of my left over anger.
Pushing myself up, I placed my forehead against hers. Eyes that were wet with tears that should never fall. Hand reaching up to wipe away the tears.
Soft lips met mine as she pulled us together. A wanton moan slipping into our kiss. Her kisses are just as amazing as I had remembered them to be.
Fire coursed through my veins once more as she pulled me impossibly closer. My tongue venturing out as it softly touched her lips in hope she would allow me entry.
Her lips parted and then my tongue fought against hers for dominance but my need was greater. My strength over powering hers and I was quick to explore the expanse of her mouth. God she tasted so good. Hands turned into claws when I ground myself into her.
Her hair was so soft and caught almost immediately in her stray curls, instead of letting go using it as leverage for myself to pull her up to me. Lexa releasing her own moan when I pulled sharply onto her hair. Neither of us wanted soft. Soft was for later after we were reacquainted. The need was too strong
Letting go of her hair, my hands suck behind her back and I rolled us until she was on top. Fingers slowly crawling up her chest just barely touching her breasts through the soft fabric. Her groaning in disappointment at the loss of my touch.
Only to let loose a small breath of air when I pulled the straps down her arm. Lexa quickly got the message as to what I was trying to do and instead of staying on top rolled off the bed. I growled at the loss of her heat. At the loss of her heavenly weight on top of me.
Sitting up my eyes were glued to her form. Her back was facing me and ever so slowly she let the straps fall down her arms. The dress making a magical sound as it hit the floor.
"Lexa," I growled out when she just stood there. I needed her now. Needed to feel her muscles clench around my fingers.
"Sha, Klark?" Voice full of mischief. I turned myself in her direction my feet now firmly planted on the ground. Hands holding the furs in a tight grip to keep from grabbing her.
The only article of clothing on her was a tight pair of boy shorts that kept her mouth watering ass from my sight. Her ascension tattoo was just as beautiful the last time I had seen it. My fingers twitching with the need to touch.
Then ever so slowly she finally turned, her hands covering her breasts. She stalked closer to me and straddled my lap. My eyes didn't leave hers as I pulled her arms away from her chest, letting them rest on my shoulders.
Rated MA for mature audiences (I'll make a note of when it's over.)
Eyes lowered and I finally took her in. Her nipples already hard but the desire quickly vanished when I finally take notice of the red mark that was from me throwing the cot. Shame filled me.
She lifted my chin with a delicate finger and brought her lips down for another kiss. Only stopping once I started to get into it once more. "You didn't mean too. I have hurt others in acts of anger before. Just feel me," words ghosted over my lips before she leaned back giving me enough room to look down once more.
Her hands snaked down once more and grabbed mine. Pulling them up and letting me touch her once more. Her rough hands covering mine as I squeezed them.
Head reaching forward, lips latched onto her neck. Roughly biting into her delicate skin. Lexa hissed only for it to turn quickly into a wanton moan when I soothed the pain with my tongue.
Tracing a wet tongue down her neck to her chest before taking her left nipple in my mouth. Hands pulled my mouth further into her chest. My left hand still gently massaging her right peak. Anytime I rolled her nipple in my hand she moaned once more.
I released her peak with a slight pop before gently blowing cold air, somehow hardening further. Groaning at the sight before I gave the right breast the same treatment.
This time my hand slowly teased her skin as I lowered my hand down to the waistband of her panties. Lexa's breathing turning heavier as my hand teased the top of her fine hairs.
Finally my hand slipped in and I couldn't stop my own load moan at the wetness that was found. Finger tip just lightly grazing her hardened clit. Slowly moving back to lightly tease her entrance before grazing her hardened nub once more.
"Jok! Don't tease me Clarke," words unsteady as I lightly teased with just the tip of my finger slipping in. The hand holding my hair tightened to pull my head back from the breast I was still lightly sucking.
Sky blue met forest green and then fingers finally slipped into heaven. She closed her eyes and her head fell back at the sudden intrusion.
Curling my fingers I let it drag over the sponge like tissue inside as I slowly pulled them out to just the tip of two fingers before slamming back into her, my palm making sure to rub against her clit as worked my hand steadily into her.
Her muscles started to tighten further with each thrust. Breathing turned ragged as I basked in the glory that was Lexa. Her arousal heavy in the air.
A moan seemed to build up from deep within Lexa's chest as I quickened the pace barely giving her a complete pass over of her clit with the heel of my hand. Head falling forward onto my shoulder as she gave a hard shudder with another deep moan.
"So close," she managed to voice through clenched teeth. My smirk was sinister at those words.
Her muscles clenching tighter around my fingers making it harder for me to pull out at the pase I had been going.
Right as her teeth latched onto my shoulder, I added my pointer finger. I groaned at the pain as she released a scream into the flesh of my shoulder. Her pussy spasming as I continued my assault. The flood of wetness made it easier for me to quicken my pace.
Each thrust was met with another moan. Another moan that raised my own arousal. Already knowing that I was drenched.
Lexa moved in time with my thrusts. The slight fall of her body perfectly in time with each push inside her wet channel.
I could hear it. The sounds of my fingers fucking her was so incredibly hot. She was the only woman that when I brought her pleasure it brought me mine.
"God you're so fucking tight, Heda."
My words emphasized with an extra hard thrust. No words came from her lips except for another moan. My hand was cramping but I didn't care. The strain pushed me forward. Challenged me to get her off quicker. I wanted her to only be able to say my name. To not be able to think of anything else except the pleasure only I could give her.
With particular sharp twist of her nipple Lexa came undone once more. She moaned my name as her muscles seemed to lock my hand inside of her.
I wasn't done though. I needed more. Needed to touch more of her. Fingers finally pulled themselves free. Lexa barely making a sound as she tried to get her breathing down under control.
My entire hand was drenched when I pulled it from her shorts. Fingers were so wet that I could even see a slight drop rolling down my middle finger.
Falling into temptation I licked my finger clean making sure that she was staring at me when I did. Her eyes seemed to glow as she sucked in a particularly big breath of air.
I sucked my finger clean before moving on to the rest of my hand. Each lick was slow as green eyes followed my pink tongue. Once my hand was clean I pulled her in for another kiss. Making sure to push my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself.
My moan joined hers. Hands slowly lowered down to her ass before sliding down under her thighs as I lifted her up. Legs straining slightly under the weight but ignoring it when hers wrapped around my waist.
Turning while still kissing, I lowered her once more on to her back on the bed. Hand reaching around to her front and almost ripping her shorts down her beautiful legs. Resting back on my knees once they were finally off.
Moaning at the sight that awaited me. Her clit was still swollen in her arousal, with a slow steady stream of slick juices almost dripping from her pussy.
"You are so beautiful Lexa," voice soft as my eyes finally left the delicious sight to look at her flushed face. Hair was already sticking to her forehead. The light causing her green eyes to glow and my heart gave a painful beat as love coursed through my entire body.
I didn't even think and just spoke. "Ai hod yu en, Leska. I need you to know. I never told you before but I need you to know just in case," my words rushed after the initial confession.
Her eyes softened and it was like that final wall up slipped away at my words. Hand reaching for mine as she created the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. It burned away everything until it was just her. I didn't care what I had to do but I would always work towards this smile.
"Ai hod yu en, Klark," her eyes watering.
Rushing forward I pressed my mouth once more to hers. Emotion built up as well as the tears that slowly slipped past my shut eyes.
The kiss turned more violent as we started our dance for dominance anew. She hooked her arms around my back and tried to flip our positions but instead just growled into our kiss as I lightly bit her lip. Letting go once she stopped trying. I smirked into the kiss as I felt her frown.
My mouth slowly moved down her chin and around to her ear load which I nibbled on. Her groan of disappointment quickly vanished into a small gasp of pleasure.
My tongue then making a path down her chest, only stopping to lightly caress each breast before trailing further down her chest. I spent a couple seconds just lightly circling her belly button, enjoying how her muscles clenched. Hands trying to push me down to reach where she truly wanted me.
I let her push me down to where my head was equal with her hip bone when I struck. My teeth quickly sunk into skin as i started to suck. Wanting to leave a large hickey where only I could see.
She groaned in slight discomfort at how strong I was sucking on her skin. Pulling my hair once it became to much and I released the skin with a pop.
My tongue then soothed the hickey I had left, trying to apologize in a way for how it must have hurt before continuing down once more. Lexa just as the last time was lightly trimmed. Moaning loudly when I took a deep breath in. She smelled amazing. Lightly pungent but sweet enough to smell good.
Blowing a cool stream of air onto her clit she shuddered. Quickly she spread her legs onto my back and hooked her ankles together. Hands instantly tangling themselves in my hair.
Lightly I nosed her clit before taking a slow lick up from the bottom of her pussy to the top of clit. Her juices coating my tongue heavily. Both of us moaning as the same time. Tongue flicking forward once more to taste her clit.
I could faintly feel her pulse when I broadened my tongue to lie flat and licked up once more. As though I was licking a lollipop. Making sure to swipe my tongue left to right when it moved back down.
My fingers inched forward and lightly circled her slick entrance once more. Her fingers digging into scalp before releasing the tight hold and ran her fingers through the strands.
When my tongue flicked her clit once more my fingers easily slid into her wet heat. Pulling out when I ran my flat tongue up her clit only to push in when I made my downwards dissent.
I continued this pattern and couldn't help when i shifted my knees under me and began to touch myself. I couldn't wait and a large part of my wanted to cum with Lexa. Thanks to her thighs holding my shoulders in a tight grip I was able to keep the same rhythm without falling over onto her.
Muscles began to tighten once more around my fingers. My own release closing in as the tightening in my lower abdomen increased. Making sure to try and not rub myself to hard that I came to soon. Looking up I met Lexas own emerald green as she watched me pleasure her.
My breathing quickened as I continued my steady rhythm on her. The muscles tightened suddenly and then I was coming. Stars burst before my eyes. Thankfully Lexa coming at the almost exact same time as I quickly lost the ability to focus with my orgasm and how Lexa's pussy muscles continued to clench and unclench around my fingers.
Her legs relaxed and I barely had enough time to shift over so that I was using part of her leg as a pillow. Lexa's fingers still gently running through my hair.
Eyes slowly opened to see her breathing heavily while staring at the ceiling with a content smile stretched across her face. Her whole body seemed to be relaxed for the first time since I returned.
The last of the tension finally fell away as I slowly dozed on her thigh. My body and mind almost falling asleep when someone began pounding on the door to the room. I growled in slight anger at our moment being ruined.
Lexa seemed to have fallen asleep. Good.
Slowly rising from the bed not to wake her, I pulled a fur up and covered her naked form from view because if anyone saw her in such a state their death would be quick and in no way painless.
The pounding happened once more and just ended when I ripped the door open. Eyes promising pain as I harshly asked what. Only to realize that it was Gustus who had some stupid ass grin on his face.
My hand twitched with the need to hit him. "The generals will arrive within the next candle mark and I wanted to let you know so you didn't get to carried away but going off how you answered the door you already have. I will send some servants to fill the water tub with warm water. Be in awake when they arrive," then the large man turned but stopping just before turning the corner.
His eyes were as cold as ice "If you ever do what you did this morning you shall face me in combat. I do not take kindly to those who hurt Lexa. The only reason I haven't acted is because Lexa seemed to know what was going on but do not let it happen again," then he was gone.
Rubbing the back of my neck I closed the door. As soon as the door closed a naked body pressed me against the metal. Arms wrapping around my waist with one hand snaking its way into my pants.
"You left before I could return the favor," Lexa's voice was pure sin and it didn't stop the moan from slipping past my lips.
God this woman.
Her fingers began to run circles around my clit as I pressed my face further into the frame. The cold of the metal doing nothing to cool the fire burning through my veins.
A moan slipping past my lips when Lexa fastened her teeth into the juncture of my neck. I could feel each tooth as it dug in and as the tongue curled and sucked hard.
Another moan escaped when she gave a particularly hard pass over my sensitive clit. Pleasant shock waves shooting through my system with each pass.
"So close," my words muffled slightly by the door. Her fingers then switching to a cross like pattern. Each swipe steadily gaining in speed.
Lexa unclamped her jaw from my neck and with a single swipe of her tongue over the aching area I was cumming. Lightning striking through my body. The electrical current all originating from my most sensitive area.
All my muscles tensing then shuddering as aftershocks continued to plague me.
End of MA scene*
The sound of feet slowly making their way down the stairs spurred me into action. Turning I grabbed Lexa into a bridal hold ignoring the cute squeak as I hurried to the bed and threw furs over her body.
The final fur in place when a knock sounded from the door only to open a second later. Two maids or servants entered the room with metal pots not even looking in our direction. They must have been warned. The sound of water splashing sounds through the room. It was quickly followed by the same noise but not as loud as more water was added to wherever they were putting it.
Lexa shifted to sit up but kept the furs across her naked chest. Her eyes were staring intently at the servants. Watching their every move. Not looking away until they had left the room.
Finally she dropped the furs and I couldn't help but stare. Her eyes darkened as she looked at me. Desire once more curling through my lower belly with that one look alone.
Then her face evened out once more and she stood from the bed. Finally I was able to see the full extent of what we had done. She had two bites on her neck. One darker than the other with teeth marks visible.
"Come. You can help me clean myself since you are the one to put me in such a state, Klark."
Following after her like a lost puppy as she swayed her hips with each step. She peeked back at me with a wicked smirk on her lips. "Sadly you took up the small amount of time we had left."
We passed the large divider that kept her bathroom from view. The tub wasn't very elegant but it was large enough for her to sink most of her body in.
Her bath was quick as we only had a small amount of time before the generals arrived. Thankfully it didn't seem like any were out earlier this morning to see my violent outburst. Though maybe someone did and they would fuck with me.
When Lexa finally left the tub and walked over to some leathers she used as a towel someone had entered once more with a small plate of fruit and some cheeses. It looked tasty. Especially if that was goat cheese.
Where Lexa's armor sat was mine as well. It seemed someone had brought in the rest of my clothing. Just now remembering that I was shirtless and had no shoes. My feet no longer burning from the small scrapes.
Quickly I washed my feet making sure that no stone or twig was left as I really didn't need an infection right now before putting on my socks and then my boots.
Reaching out my hand barely touched the leather for the straps of my knives that went on my thighs as it seemed I was considered important enough to keep my weapons. My eyes glanced to see Lexa with a cheeky grin across her face and she kneeled down and wrapped the leather cords tight. Her hand grazing my crotch as she stood back up.
Reaching out I pulled her in for a quick kiss. "It seems you are cheekier than I remember."
Lexa pulled away and began to work on her own armor. Eyes intently watching as she slowly and methodically strapped each belt. "I have learned from my time after my death that I don't need to be a robot. I can truly be myself around those I trust and if I can't be free around you then who could I be?"
Her sentence ended with one last click as she strapped the dual blades onto her back. The only thing left of my armor was my gauntlets that held my throwing knives. Though the slash kept getting in my way as I was trying to buckle the sides, ignoring how Lexa would sometimes laugh at my struggles.
"When this day is over we need to discuss what else that we need to do for the survival of our people," her eyes down caste as she bit into an orange slice.
"Have you told someone to begin looking for the farm station that landed in Azgeda?" A large part of me on edge hoping that we would get there in time before they are attacked by the Ice Nation.
"Sha, I talked to the warriors that went with Indra as well as Kane. I believe they are going to send our scouts and warriors to find your people. Each group with have at least one Sky person so they know that we are not the enemy."
"Good strategy. I don't believe they have encountered any Ice Nation warriors just yet because Pike spoke of how they didn't appear until the first snow. Which shouldn't happen until over a months time."
I popped the last bit of goat cheese in my mouth before washing it down with some ale that was left at the table.
Gustus chose that moment to walk through the door making sure to eye both of us up and down. Though he did stop on the marks we left on each other's throat. "It seems you both remember," his words causing Lexa to actually choke on her drink.
I couldn't help but laugh at the poor woman as she banged her fist into her chest. "You knew?" Her voice slightly shrill most likely from the shock.
"Of course, why did you think I didn't beat Clarke into the ground this morning. It was because in all my years by your side I have never seen you as troubled as you were this morning. You ran from these chambers in sleeping clothes, Heda."
I cleared my throat when I noticed the candle mark finally passed. "Is it time yet?"
Gustus just nodded his head and Lexa looked as though she flipped a switch as her mask came crashing down once more. This should be fun.
TIME SKIP*
I forgot how much of a dick Quint was. I have spent more than half this meeting with my fingers digging into my palms after every time this moron speaks. It was finally reaching the tipping point and going off of how tense both Lexa and Gustus were becoming they knew it as well. There is only so much disrespect I can take.
Quint smashed his fists into the table. "All she offers is no," he growled at me before turning to the Commander.
She just waved him off as she stared him down. "Quint."
"Apologies, Commander. But the biggest army we've ever had waits for us to give it a mission. The longer that takes, the more of our people die inside that mountain."
"It's the same for all of us…" I started to speak to at least try and reason with the bull headed man.
"We've lost thousands. How many have you lost, girl?" his tone mocking.
"She says she has a plan. I say waiting for one man to get inside isn't a very good one."
Another one of the generals leaned forward onto the table. "I agree with Quint. We have army, so let's use it."
I couldn't help it and I laughed. It came from deep inside before slowly turning into a cackle. Setting many in the room on edge, especially those from the Ark.
I pulled my shoulder dagger from its sheath and pointed to an area far away from the mountain to almost the edge of the table. Slowly I dug the sharp tip into the soft material that made up the map and began to slowly walk around the table. Many moving out of my way as I walked.
"Do you know what this line means?" Lexa didn't say anything but watched me like a predator does prey.
"What does it mean girl?" Quint sneered at me.
The man didn't move when I finally reached him. Instead he stepped into my personal space, my skin itching at such personal contact. The darker part of my mind wanting me to dig the dagger into his neck and watch with a smile as he bleeds out all over the floor.
"This line represents the edge of the acid fog. Now I am not entirely sure how smart you are but there is no safe way to cross this line with our army of thousands. I mean if you want to be burned alive by the very air itself then go right ahead. I'll watch it happen with a smile on my face. I'm sure our enemy will do the same."
My dagger ripped out of the table and stopped a hair's width away from the man's neck before I returned it back onto my shoulder.
"You are the enemy," he snarled at me.
Ignoring the man, I twisted around him and ended up in the spot I began. "But you see now we are in an alliance. An alliance that Heda accepted. So unless you want to make this personal then step back."
"You made it personal when you burned my brother alive in the ring of fire," his voice almost soft.
I felt no remorse for him. I had lost hundreds more than him. One man's death is nothing compared to my suffering.
"It was war and if he didn't want to die then he shouldn't have attacked my ship or my people," this time it was me who stepped closer. My fingers toying with the grip of my dagger.
"You're very brave under the commander's protection, aren't you?" He taunted.
Snarling at the man, my hand gripped the handle as I ripped it from its sheath and barely stopped in time when Lexa spoke for us to stop.
He backed away his locked on the dagger tip that was close to his groin. "I can't be in an alliance with these people."
"Then leave!" I roared at the man.
"Clarke, en pleni!," she ordered. Part of me wanted to rebel. To rush forward and push the dagger in deep. Watch as he slowly bleeds to death under my feet.
"My apologies," my words forced and clipped.
"Have you received any word yet from Bellamy?" She finally asked me.
"No, he left earlier this morning. He isn't scheduled to check in until tomorrow. This should give him enough time to find a safe place to hide and try to gather the information we need about the acid fog system and how to bring it down for good."
My mind flashing to the before and how it took Bellamy two or three days before he contacted us. "Most likely Lincoln will return before he makes it to a place to contact us."
"You believe this girl, Commander? You believe she can do something that we haven't ever been able to do? That her people will be any different? We should kill them now while we have the chance, before they get hold of the mountain men's weapons and end us."
I snorted. "You believe that the only reason that my people want to get rid of the mountain is to take their place?"
"I don't answer to you," Quint spoke but his eyes told the whole story. He believed what he spoke of.
"Who told you this?" I snarled.
"I don't need someone to tell me something that I already know. You wear the same thing as them, you carry the same weapons, and you speak the same language."
"You are a close minded fool, Quint. I need air Commander."
I didn't even wait for Lexa's response before I was out the door. I didn't go far and stayed at the edge of the village where the villagers couldn't see me but I could see them. Nowhere near as far as I was in the first time line. The pauna not something I wish to experience again anytime soon. One time was enough.
My mind slowly shut down as I took deep calming breaths. Trying to calm my emotions down and not allow for the slim crack in my sanity to widen.
Something thunked next to me face. The arrow tip just grazing my cheek. Hand reaching up and feeling as the small cut began to bleed heavily.
"Not so brave now, are you, sky girl?
My blank face broke out into a manic grin. The man had drawn first blood and once first blood is split I have ever right to retaliate and to even further my case his actions are dishonorable. No true warrior attacks from the shadows, the only ones to do so are assassins and Quint is too large as well as having too many defining features to be an assassin.
Hands reached back and gripped throwing daggers in both hands, not even waiting for them to hit the man as I shot forward. My laugh echoing through the trees. Many of the villagers and guards taking note to what was happening.
I didn't care. I wanted my blood and now I would have it.
The first dagger missed as it went to wide but the second hit the man square in the shoulder. Luckily for me it was the main arm the man used for his bow unless he learned how to use both arms. Something that not many archers learn how to do.
The man screamed in pain from the sudden hit. My laugh echoing through the frees. My cackle morphing into what a hyena sounded like.
Hands reached back grabbing another two and throwing in quick succession. This time both daggers hit him. One pins his left hand to his shoulder with the second landing further down his arm, not quite long enough to go completely through.
He barely had enough time to ripe his hand with the knife out of his shoulder when I tackled him. Making to land with my legs pinning his sides down. Hand reaching up the my shoulder knife and slit his throat, the dagger long enough to stick out of his throat.
Hot blood hit me in the face as his heart continued to beat the vital fluid out of his body. His hands reaching up trying to pull the dagger from his throat but my grip was firm as I kept the knife firmly lodged in his throat. His eyes wide with fear.
"Its ok. Don't worry, Quint. Your fight is over and I have my blood. Your spirit will be released from your body and will rejoin that of your brother. Next time you should be more careful of those you cross."
By the end of my little speech his eyes had closed and my forehead was firmly pressed against his. I ripped the dagger from his throat ignoring how more of his blood hit me.
I wiped the blood off of my dagger onto his coat, making sure to categorize each of the items that Quint possessed. Items that now rightfully belonged to me by dishonorably attacking me. A crime usually met by 10 lashes.
"Who attacked first?" Eyes trailing up to see Lexa, as well as the other generals. The one who had sided with Quint earlier seemed extremely nervous now to look me in the eye. Leaning down once more, I made sure to rip the rest of my daggers from his corpse.
"Quint did. He tried to kill me dishonorably, so now everything he owns belongs to me," voice raised in slight glee because I could always use a bow and arrows.
Patting down all his pockets and only finding medical herbs. I rolled the mans body over to pull the quiver from his back. It was nicely made especially considering that we fell on it, with my weight added and the wood keeping its shape didn't crack.
He was my first grounder that I have killed that wasn't Ice Nation or one of the clans allied with them. Normally Trikru near the end helped my people considering the good relationship we had built and it stayed once Pikes rag tag army fell apart.
"He needs to be given a proper pyre and I need to get cleaned. Is there any problems that i should worry about, Heda?"
"No. You were well within the law to act accordingly. His remaining possessions will be brought to you once they can retrieved. We shall continue discussions tomorrow."
"Sha, Heda."
Lexa quickly fell in step with me and when I went to return to my assigned tent, her fingers lightly touched my arm before heading to hers. I didn't argue and was quick to follow.