Con straightened her back, and took a deep breath. "You are absolutely right. It's not our choice to make, but yours."

Lexa looked at her father. Fire burned in her eyes. He stared at her with the same intensity, but faltered. Seeing this gave Lexa smirk slightly, but made sure not to make it noticeable. This means she gets to make the choice to go on the journey or not.

"You have until the evening meal to make your decision, Lexa. Please choose wisely."

"I will."

Lexa became even more confident than ever before in her life as she sped up her walking to the royal hall. After hours, and hours of figuring out what her mind wanted. She made up her choice. And many might not like what she's chosen. But it was her choice. The lead sage even confirmed it.

Taking the same route she took earlier that day to the hall, she finally made it in front of the two double doors. But something about walking back here felt... Different to her. She felt like two heavy chains were shackled onto her ankles, and wrists. An image of her father flashed into her mind.

Disappointment. Disappointment. Disappointment. That was the one thing that always popped into her head. That was what he always called her. He never said it out loud, but she knew what he was thinking.

Calloused hands balled up into a fist and suddenly, the feeling of chains lifted.

~{Four Hours Earlier}~

Lexa ran out of the royal hall after answering Con with those two words, "I will." Her body was completely tense. Her mind was jumbling around in her head, and she didn't know what do to. But right now she needed to shake things off.

Most of her teachers would've advised her to go into the study hall to sit quietly and think things through. But why would she stay and think of a decision so important, and life changing in a place that made her feel trapped?

She took a deep breath and looked out a window to her left. "I need to go outside."

She took the most secluded corridors out behind the kitchen quarters as to avoid any students studying. Although the academy is huge with little people, word around here travels like lightning. When she was in front of the kitchen's back door, she latched it open quietly, and slipped out.

The sun was almost about to set as she walked towards the beach. Its sand was a light brown color while the clear water glimmered throughout the horizon. Her ears caught the sound of waves hitting the stone walls far to her left. The tide was rising.

Time was running out.

Lexa groaned in frustration. Her hands grasped handfuls of her hair, and she let out a yell. It echoed.

Jerking away from the sea, she ran to the one place she can actually think things through. The woods.

Sweat trickled down her neck when she arrived at her training spot. The first thing she did without a thought was take out her daggers and throwing them, three at a time to any tree that was in her sight. She did this many times to let her esteem out, but as this continued, her muscles became weak from using too much energy. She raised a hand to her pulse and she let out a tired breath as her small body collapsed to the ground.

Green emotionless eyes looked up at the sky. It was getting dark. Little strands of hair laid still on the grass below, as well as her cheeks and forehead. Her chest raised then fell in a slow rhythm. Now was the time.

She closed her eyes for a moment to take in everything around her. The smell of trees. The chirping of birds. The droplets of water. The murmurs of people. The soft touch of the sun and wind on her face. And she took in the words her mother used to say to her when she was young. "In peace may you leave the shore... In love may you find the next... Safe passage on your travels... Until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again." She whispered, and fell asleep.

Clarke saw Lexa arrive late to the royal hall for the evening meal that night. She knew that she must've spoken to Con already about her decision.

~{Clarke's POV}~

My eyes followed Lexa to her seat and i saw her glance at me. Our eyes connected for a split moment, but i looked away and turned back to the porridge in front of me.. I can see it in her eyes. I can see what she's decided and i'm not sure if i should feel nervous or relieved.

We didn't speak to each other throughout the meal, but that was normal. Every meal was meant to be eaten in silence. Although i did occasionally flick my eyes over to her from time to time, she seemed to be doing the same thing. I don't really know what to make of this exchanging of glances.

And she also seemed to be looking at the king with a small smirk, like she was taunting him. From my point of view, I can see that the two don't get along with one another. I wonder why.

As everyone finished up their meal, i quickly walked out the door to avoid Lexa. I'm not sure why, but i just did. I just wouldn't know what to say to her if we spoke. What COULD i say to her?

When i was out of the hall, i headed to my dorm, but a hand stopped me from moving as it landed on my shoulder. I flinch as my heart quickened. I turned my head slightly to the right and saw a servant with a letter in her hand. My heart slowed down.

"The lead sage, Ms. Con wishes to see you." She announced.

I nod. "Ah, thank you. I will go to her immediately."

Making my way to the lead sage's chamber, i barely had time to knock as the door suddenly swung open.

"Come in, Clarke. We have important matters to discuss."

"Yes." I respond, while the room door slowly creaked as it shut closed.

~{End Of Clarke's POV}~

Blue orbs observe their surrounding. Clarke has been in the lead sage's chambers before, but it still fascinated her at what antiques it held. Paintings covered the ceiling. Bookshelves were scattered everywhere. Two father clocks were on opposite walls from each other, and they clinked in sync. A few candles illuminated the room as well. They were an unusual blue color, and looked like it wasn't melting at all. She kept staring at it, trying to figure out how it worked. "Hm."

"It's a charm." Con spoke.

Clarke faced Con. "A charm?"

"See here?" Con said pointing to some markings on the candles sides. "These marks are seals that make the candle last forever. That's also why it's blue."

"Interesting."

"Indeed it is. Now Clarke, please sit. We must talk." Con said gesturing to the chair in front of the one she was sitting in. Clarke did as she was told and sat down. She lifted one leg over the other, and folded her hands together before making eye contact with her teacher. "Now..." Con started. "You will depart tomorrow in the morning."

Clarke nodded then cautiously asked, "Will... The king's daughter be joining me?"

"Yes, she is... But... You knew that already, didn't you? So why ask that question when you know the answer?"

Clarke avoided eye contact, but only for a second then coughed.

Con smiled. "As i was saying, you and the king's daughter, Lexa will depart tomorrow morning. All the supplies you guys will be needing for the journey to the fairy queen's kingdom is being prepared as we're speak. Food, weapons, tools, camp equipment, everything will be in a wagon before you leave. If you want to pack a few things for yourself that are in your chamber, you may do so if you wish. And there is one more thing i want to give you before you leave. Here." Con said, handing a small box to Clarke.

She reached for it, curious and confused. The box was red with nothing special whatsoever. Just a plain thin box.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go on, open it up."

Clarke nodded. Her right hand took hold of the lid of the box, and slowly lifted it above and underneath. A gasp left her lips as her eyes widened. There in the red box was a beautifully colored, engraved, and shaped pocket watch. To be more precise, her fathers pocket watch.

It shined brightly in the candle lit room with its clean and smooth surface.

"This is... my dad's- how did you?"

"I was waiting to give it to you when the right moment came. I'm sorry for making you wait."

"I- thank you. Thank you so much." Clarke exclaimed, tears filling her eyes.

The two kept quiet in the room. Con wanted to give the sage time to collect herself and have her moment with the last object owned by her father before he passed away.

Clarke studied the medallion thoroughly after most of her tears dried up. Something immediately caught her eyes. "What are these carvings? And symbols?" A finger was pointed to the back. Little engravements covered the entire gold surface. "I don't remember seeing these here before. Did someone do something to his watch?"

"I'm not sure myself, but i assure you no one has touched that watch since your father died. It just recently appeared. Two nights ago to be exact."

"Two nights?" She asked. Con nodded. Clarke raised a hand to her head. "My vision..."

"I believe that's the writing the fairies use."

Clarke was confused, touching the medallion's front surface again. 'Why would something like this appear on my fathers watch?' She thought. But she didn't come up with an answer.

After hours of touching the medallion, Clarke's vision of Lexa popped into her head. The vision replaying the hurt she felt and she gasped. It was like she was stabbed in the heart.

"Clarke? Are you alright?"

"I- can i ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

Blonde hair cascades over Clarke's eyes. "I... In my vision, i felt something." She spoke softly as her hands gripped the medallion's chain.

"What did you feel?"

"I felt... horrible. I think that I" She tried, but she couldn't word out what she wanted to say. She bit her lip. "I-I don't know. Can i ask you a different question first?"

Con nodded, not fazed at Clarke's behavior.

"Why aren't sage's allowed to fall in love?"

I'm sorry if this was shorter than the last one, but i wanted to end it here. Haha. Cliffhanger a bit :P Tell me what you think? I'm still not exactly sure where i want to go with the plot, so if you guys have suggestions? I'd love to hear them. :)