"Ah!" Another arrow hit her in the back if her calf. Clarke fell over and immediately grabbed her leg. She felt the sharp pain spread around the wound. She looked up and saw the grounder racing towards her, he was going to kill her.

Panicking, Clarke pulled out her gun and pointed it at him, "Stop! Please!"

The grounder, only a few feet away from Clarke, froze in his place, but he still kept his bow and arrow pointed at her. Good, he knows what a gun can do.

He was huge, at least six and a half feet, His armor covered up large bulky muscles. He had grounder-like tattoos covering his neck and the bottom of his cheeks, and a long beard that seemed to be hanging from an intimidating frown that looked permanently stuck on his face. This guy looked like he could kill someone with his bare hands.

Clarke was still on the ground, but she didn't dare get up, "Why are you chasing me?"

"Why are you in our territory?" The grounders voice boomed through the woods.

"I asked you first."

"You're pretty confident for a person who could have an arrow in her head in a few seconds."

He was right. But at this point, Clarke had nothing to lose, "Why. Are. You. Chasing me."

"You come in my woods and scare off my prey. I hunt for the capital. The Commander won't be happy if she knew I let some sky girl come here and take her food and get away with it."

"The commander…Lexa?" Clarke's heart began racing. She has to get out of here. NOW.

"You disrespect my commander by calling her by her name?" He began yelling again, pulling back the bow a little bit harder.

"No! No," Clarke didn't want to say she knew Lexa, she didn't even want to talk about her, "I'm sorry, okay? Look," Clarke put her gun on the ground and raised her hands, "See? I don't mean any harm, I was hunting too."

The grounder retreated and put down his weapon after seeing Clarke surrender, "Hunting? Is that what you call it? That was a joke."

Clarke stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants. She didn't have time for this, "So, are we close to Polis?" She didn't want to be anywhere near Lexa.

The grounder grasped his bow, "Why do you need to know, sky girl? Go back to your camp."

"It's a long story…"

"Why are you here? Do you wish to die?"

Clarke sighed. The grounder could see the sadness and defeated look on Clarke's face, "Who are you?"

"My name is Clarke." As soon as she said it she winced, she should have lied.

The grounder's eyes widened, "Clarke…of the sky people…Wanheda…"

Clarke folded her arms, she immediately felt uncomfortable. What did he know? What is wanheda? "Please don't tell anyone I was here, I'll leave these woods, I won't come back, if you just show me the way… I didn't even know where I was, just… please don't tell the commander."

The large man squinted at her, "I keep nothing from my Commander. I owe her my life. I owe you nothing, sky girl."

He couldn't take Clarke to see Lexa. She couldn't see Lexa again. Clarke had enough, she swiftly picked up her gun and pointed it at the grounder before he could get to his bow, "You reach for that bow and you die."

The grounder still didn't look scared, at all. Even at the face of death, grounders were confident. It's what scared Clarke the most about these people.

"Kill me," he said just above a whisper. He knew she wouldn't. Clarke knew she couldn't. Her hands began shaking. She felt tears begin to collect just behind her eyes. She couldn't take another person's life. Not again.

The grounder laughed, "Exactly. You're weak, you sky people."

A tear ran down Clarke's cheek. Dammit. She hated that she let herself cry.

"I will still tell the commander about you, Clarke of the sky people. But I will let you go. You won't last another week out here with your 'hunting skills'. Get out of this area, before another hunter finds you and does not give you as much mercy as I do."

Clarke never put her gun down, but the grounder reached down for his bow and began walking away without another word.

And once again, she was alone.