A/N: Bigger chapter tonight, meant it when I said I'm back haha, I always forget just how amazing writing makes me feel. Diving into a different world for a while is seriously magical and if any of you are aspiring writers I highly reccommend that you try just letting go and writing down whatever comes to you. Don't try and influence the words going onto the page, you can edit and redraft later, let them come naturally and before you know it you will have written something entirely unexpected. I never know what's going to happen until I write it and it's the most exciting feeling in the world. My method isn't for everyone of course, but it's worth a go if nothing else. :)
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Octavia watched with dread from the balcony in Lexa's room as fires raged through the city, the people of Polis scrambling to put them out as individual battles were fought between warriors.
Outside the gates at the limit of the city, she could see the army waiting for the walls to be breached from the inside, by the team that they had sent in ahead, the team that had set the fires and were now fighting to reach the gates. And it was only a matter of time, there were simply too many of them.
Which was why Lexa had gone out there herself, drawing a huge force of her own warriors to her as she headed for the main gate.
If she couldn't be guaranteed to keep them out, then she intended to take the fight to them, buying the warriors loyal to her the time to crush the remaining enemies within the city and ensure the gates would remain sealed.
Ontari and Lincoln had gone with her, the two of them repeating their vows of allegiance to the Commander and her Coalition when she tried to get them to stay behind.
Biting back harsh words of frustration and fear for the family they had built, Lexa had barked at Raven and Octavia that they weren't to leave the room. And if anyone except Lexa herself walked through the door, they were to kill them without hesitation.
Raven stepped up to her side, wrapping her arm around Octavia comfortingly, "It's going to be ok." She told her as firmly as she could manage.
"You don't believe that." Octavia muttered, as she saw the gates swing shut behind Lexa and her own army, sealing them outside.
They had barely taken a step past the gates when a hail of arrows came down on them.
The warriors closest to Lexa leapt in front of her, shielding her with their own bodies, many of them taking fatal wounds and falling to the ground, dead before they even hit the floor.
Shrugging off the protective arms of the remaining warriors, she grabbed for the reins of a horse, pulling herself into the saddle and digging her heels into its sides.
Ontari and Lincoln followed suit, without hesitation charging after their Commander on horseback, straight into the ranks of the attacking army.
Behind them, the rest of Lexa's people followed, letting out fierce war cries as the two opposing forces collided.
The next few minutes were a blur of blood and confusion as the sound of steel against steel was the only sound they could hear at all. Then as the ringing in their ears abated they began to hear the screams of the men falling around them.
It was all Lincoln and Ontari could do to stay near to Lexa, the two of them fighting back to back as they did their best to eliminate as many threats to the Commander as they could before they could reach her.
But for every man they killed, there were another ten to take his place and so they were unable to break from the constant deadly dance they were engaged in, knowing their first mistake would be their last.
Lexa fought alone, her braids fanning out around her as she spun, ducked, and twirled as her sword flashed, taking the life of anyone that got close to her.
Somewhere along the way, her sword was knocked from her hand and she was forced back a step as a horde of warriors surged forwards, sensing their enemy's vulnerability.
But Lincoln and Ontari were there, stepping in front of Lexa as she recovered her footing, slashing through the ones who had attempted to take advantage of the momentary weakness.
Drawing the knife from her boot, she snatched another from the belt of a fallen warrior at her feet, before leaping forwards and re-joining the fight.
They had no idea how long they had been fighting, but as the battle progressed, they saw less and less of their own people, those that remained fought their way to Lexa, creating a ring around her as they attempted to just stay alive.
Lexa met Lincoln's eyes, swallowing bitterly as he just shook his head once. He was right, they were too far from the gates, even if she hadn't ordered those still inside to keep them closed until the fight was over and the enemy was eliminated.
She curled her fingers around the knives in her hands a little tighter as she took a breath, preparing to dive back into the fighting and made a final stand against the overwhelming numbers that had attacked her city.
Ontari caught her by the wrist, with the deafening noise surrounding them, she was unable to hear what the Azgeda was saying, but she followed the line of her pointing hand and looked over to the bend of the Commander's Road where it came over the hill and down towards the capital.
Near crying with relief, she became emboldened at the sight of the army on the hill, an army of Azgeda warriors, with Roan and Clarke at their head.
Nodding to her Ontari and Lincoln, they each took up a position at one of her shoulders, before the three of them ran back at the line of enemy warriors pushing against their own, throwing everything they had into the effort to push them back just a little, and keep them distracted as Clarke and Roan's army attacked from the rear.
The tide of battle turned quickly as the Azgeda warriors, each mounted on horseback, crashed into the foot soldiers attacking Lexa's remaining people.
Now fighting a battle on two sides, they began to crumble inwards, although they didn't give up, fighting defiantly to the bitter end.
Clarke dismounted from her horse, fighting fiercely as she worked her way towards Lexa, with Roan at her back protecting her just as fiercely.
It took an agonizing amount of time for her to cross the distant which was so short, but filled with warriors baying for her blood.
As she reached the final few steps, Lexa watched in awe as Clarke ducked under a blade headed for her neck before twisting smoothly, her own sword biting into the leg of the one who attacked her, before cleaving open his head.
They looked around for the next enemy to kill, but there was no one, the last remnants of the sounds of battle fading as the Azgeda army swept through, eliminating the handful that were still on their feet.
Striding towards her wife, Clarke seized hold of Lexa's chin and pulled her in, their lips crashing together as they kissed each other desperately.
"Never again." Clarke promised, "I will never leave you again, no matter what you say, I'm not going anywhere."
Lexa laughed breathlessly, as she allowed the knives to fall from her hands before wrapping her arms around Clarke, clinging to her. "I never want you to leave again, these past weeks have been torture."
Clarke sighed as she buried her face in Lexa's shoulder, the brunette's hair tickling her cheeks. "I have so much to tell you, I was so scared that we were going to be too late."
"You weren't." Lexa assured her softly, still not releasing the other woman, "You saved us, and all of our family are still ok, we're all alive."
"So many are dead though, if I'd have gotten here sooner…"
Lexa shook her head, "No, don't do that to yourself, you arrived in time to save a lot of lives, it could have easily gone the other way, count your blessings that you arrived when you did and don't dwell on what could have been. Now, let's go back home, we have a lot of work to do, and you need to tell me all about what happened in Azgeda since your last letter."