Lexa

Lexa marched through the thick woods. Mud was sloshing around her feet as the murky ground squelched beneath her. She was on her way to the Capitol and forced her people to take as little breaks as they could. Lexa had to get back to the Capitol and leave her choices behind her. They were all safe from the Mountain Men, and that was the only thing that mattered.

Her people, the Trigedakru, were still celebrating. Lexa could hear their cheering and chatter at the back of the marching line, but near at the front with her, the warriors were silent. They could feel the tension radiating off their leader, and although they didn't know why their commander wasn't celebrating with them, they dared not ask her. Lexa still wore her battle make-up, and she searched the trees, alert and waiting. She knew it wasn't over yet. She made her choice, now the Sky People, the Skaikru, had to make theirs.

Indra was marching next to her, holding both of their horse's allowing them to rest from the constant traveling. She also wore her battle uniform. Pride rose in her chest as she watched her commander, hard eyed and focused. She was the leader The Seers predicted she would be. However, Indra knew that the choices the child had to make hurt Lexa more than she was willing to admit.

They were approaching the Capitol now. The Great City of The Joined People. Lexa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, she was almost home. The city was a mostly concrete land, made by the People of Old. Their once tall buildings were half fallen from age. The Trigedakru didn't know how to fix or rebuild these buildings, so when one started to crumble too dangerously they would abandon the building. But the city was filled with civilians, and there was always colour, dances and songs surrounding the people. Lexa couldn't wait to run to her home and cry away the stress that left her in a constant state of anxiety. She coughed back a sob, I am THE Commander, Lexa thought, and this is how I live. No one can see me be less then who I am. She straightened her back marched on forward.

'What do the warriors say?' Lexa faced onwards, not wanting to look at her friend and trusted advisor.

'They are pleased' Indra said, not sure of how much she should tell the troubled child.

'And?' Lexa gritted her teeth. Her marching quickened slightly.

Indra focused in front of her, not daring to look at her commander 'They were worried that you cared for the Skaikru too much.'

Silence echoed in-between the squelching of their feet 'But when you made the choice to save us, over a plan that could have risked our people, that made them realise whose side you are on, Heda! Whose side you have always been on!'

Silence played between them again, but this time it was friendlier. 'The Great War is over.' Indra continued, in a soft and slow voice that was hardly heard from the warrior 'The Mountain Men, who have been our enemies for generations, our now our allies. The Skaikru…. are soft people, Lexa. We have seen it. They will forgive us'

Indra forced the image of Octavia out of her mind. She felt guilty for abandoning her Second, but the girl make the choice to stay with the foreigners. She puffed out her chest and stood strong like her leader. They all made choices to save their people. That is the price of war. That is the price of life.

The entrance of the Capitol loomed over them. The army stopped their march. Lexa took a step forward.

'WE ARE HOME!" She roared. The warriors cheered. The civilians heard the cheer and ran to see their loved ones exchanging hugs and kisses. With a nod to Indra, Lexa sneaked away from the reunions and made her way home.