"TRAITOR!" A voice echoed from a guard post. In seconds a light was shining down on them and the two were suddenly racing for their lives. The flight flashed around trying to stay with the two.

"Run Laura! Run!" Clarke screamed at the girl who had momentarily froze in place. This was what Clarke had meant when she asked if she was in this. If she ran now, there was definitely no going back.

The sound of a gunshot triggered her body but not voluntarily. Clarke knocked her to the ground and laid on top of her to protect her from the gunshots. "You can't turn back now Laura. Run."

Once Clarke had pushed off of her she ran. All they had to do was make it into the trees and they were safe. This is for the greater good even if her own people were shooting at her.

Clarke's words rang in her ears and now suddenly she was running for her life. Laura focused straight ahead making a beeline to the trees but she watched as Clarke swerved back and forth. It took a second before realize she was making it harder for them to shoot. So she began to do the same.

Another shot was fired just hitting next to her and creating a loud boom. Her ears began to rang and eyes darting everywhere as she watched the bullets fly in front and beside her. There was no way she could actually make it out in one piece.

With every breathe, it was becoming harder to keep her legs going. A seemingly short distance turned into a marathon. Laura was tempted to throw her bag down and leave it but that's when she noticed someone in the woods motioning her towards them.

They had an arrow already in the bow to launch. Laura's first reaction was to duck and turn the other way. It was only after the release she realized they were trying to protect her.

Turning her head she watched the arrow fly into the air and hit the shooter right down. Someone saw her worth saving and for that she ran harder and faster until she found herself deep in the woods.

Her body immediately collapsed on the floor as she did her best to regain some oxygen into her body.

All the air had been sucked out of her lungs but she carefully took deep breaths. The guns had stopped shooting promising they were in the clear now.

Standing up Laura almost lost her breathe but this time at the sight around her. It was all jaw dropping. The sounds of the birds singing through the trees. The smell of mother nature on a breeze that surrounds her.

In all her years in space she never imagined earth to be this warm. Throwing herself back on the ground she let the lush grass consume her. Why would anyone want to destroy such beauty?

"Have you never seen this?" Clarke looked bewildered as she watched the girl interact with the earth.

"No. My dad kept me on the ark even when we landed here. The closest I've gotten to see the earth is when we built Camp Arkadia."

"It gets better. Come on now." Clarke smiled softly remembering the first time she had seen it all. To be able to walk on solid ground and view the incredible wonders of nature was breathe taking. Her heart ached for those who never got the chance to witness such beauty.

Clarke walked them over to a grounder who had two horses beside him. Laura instinctually she ran over and began to pet the wondrous creatures.

"Mochof." Clarke thanked the Grounder and began to talk about where they go next. The two flipped through a small book switching between the two languages.

He had suggested they take a different route to avoid any other villages but Clarke was sure she could make it through without question.

Their heads suddenly jerked up at the sound of a gunshot. The horses got unsteady but fortunately Laura held a good grip. Time was not to be wasted and those gunshots were a reminder.

"Go you must hurry." The man ordered. Clarke jumped on her own horse while Laura was being helped on her own.

"I can't ride this Clarke!"

"Just hold on. We don't have time for a lesson."

Clarke's horse bolted while her own followed. The sudden movement caused her to almost fall over but she held on as the horses took off.

Laura wanted to capture every moment she could of her surroundings but everything was at warp speed. She felt like she was flying as the wind pressed against her cheeks. To her advantage her horse followed the other which didn't require her to do much work.

Their journey began quiet despite the absurdity of their exit. Being the talkative person Laura was, it kind of bored her that Clarke didn't like conversation.

After out racing the gunshots, they only started to slow down when Clarke had felt they were far enough and when the horses were steaming out. They were now trotting as Clarke looked through the small book.

"What's that?"

"A map."

"Is this the part when you tell me where we are going?"

"Not yet."

"Is there a reason?"

"It's still early enough for you to back out. I need to gain your trust and vice versa."

"You saved my life back there. I trust you." Laura referred to the moment when Clarke threw her to the ground.

"I put you in danger." Laura attempted to argue but she knew Clarke was right. She wouldn't have been there in the first place if she hadn't agree to go.

"Alrighty then, let's get to know each other to gain some trust! You go first!" Clarke didn't respond though finding it childish and unnecessary.

"Okaaaay. I'll go. I'm Laura Hollis, I'm nineteen and my focus is a tracker but I can do other things! I used to read a lot up in the Ark. I was a researcher but that got me in trouble and eventually my mom floated. So I went back to books and stayed out of trouble like my dad asked. Then-"

"Your mom was floated?" Clarke interrupted feeling guilty she had made assumption about the overly ecstatic girl.

"Yes." The girl became somber about the revelation. Talking about death was never easy.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Afterall it was my fault."

"How?"

"I said stuff that got me in trouble. She took my place convincing the council this was a better way to teach me a lesson."

"You were going to be floated?"

"Yes. I was eighteen." It was silent for a moment. Laura didn't mind sharing her past if it meant the two could talk. She had always admired the blonde from stories she had heard.

"I was a med student on the Ark until I was sent to prison accused of being an accessory to my father's crime. Then I was sent down here with the hundred."

"What was it like when you got here?"

Clarke smiled remembering the first time she had stepped onto earth. "Simpler."

She thought about it though, knowing the brown haired girl deserved a better answer. "Our only trouble was finding food and getting in contact with the Ark. I remember stepping onto the grass and thinking why would anyone want to destroy this place."

Clarke's mood became dreary wishing she could go back and change what she had done. Maybe she wouldn't been in love with Lexa and she'd still be alive. Yet somehow not being able to love Lexa seemed to be the scarier thought.

Laura dropped the conversation though noting the mood change. She was sad but she put the world before her own emotions and that's why she remained a wall to most. After awhile they came to a lake to rest for a little. Clarke refilled her canteen as Laura continued to admire the new found view.

Regardless of the need to hurry, Laura insisted they wait a while longer so that she may enjoy the view. Clarke would have easily dismissed the fact if Laura had not used the gaining trust card on her. So they stayed longer much to Clarke's disappointment.

Laura fed the horses to make sure they had the energy to sustain themselves. Her father never let her pet the ones they had in camp.

Their mane was so soft and warm, she could have easily fallen asleep on it. Laura wondered if Clarke ever got used to the beautiful surrounding them. Her eyes could not get enough of it. They had seen other animals on their journey but many suffered consequences from the war.

She turned to find Clarke rested against the tree writing in a book. Despite opening up earlier she was still secretive, irking her greatly. Temptation was too large to not know what was in it. So she made her first mistake.

"Clarke would you grab more food for the horses?" Sighing she knew the girl would get distracted in the woods so she set off herself.

Clarke took the moment of privacy to contact Raven. Beeping twice she waited for a response. It took a few seconds before Raven responded.

"Everything okay Clarke?"

"So far yes. How is it going there?"

"Octavia has arrived. Upset you haven't shown. Your mother and Marcus are planning to overthrow Pike. He doesn't agree with the offer."

"What are his plans?"

"The army is surrounding us and his plan is to bomb them out of his way."

"Has he asked you?"

"Not yet. But he plans to. There is going to be a deadly war Clarke."

"Not if I make it back in time."

"Hurry." With that she turned off her talkie and finished gathering the food. They were in trouble if Pike succeeded; she only hoped Raven could push him away for long enough.

Meanwhile, Laura quickly moved towards the book left behind. There's a lot of things your mind can imagine but sometimes it's nowhere near close.

Clarke had been drawing and not just pictures but one of a girl. Flipping through she saw different versions of the girl from innocently sleeping to brave and heroic.

This one was sad though. Tracing over the lines she watched the same sadness in the blue eyes transfer to the woman. It were as if the two had a desire that could never be fulfilled. A destiny that was out of their control.

"What are you doing?" Clarke watched Laura freeze with the book in her hand and jaw wide open.

"Clarke I-" It was one of those rare times no words came to mind for her. Clarke's eyes fired up as she strode and snatched away the book.

"You are a good drawer!" She attempted at lightening the mood but that was a bad idea. Clarke packed away the food and prepared her own horse to leave.

Laura waited to be reprimand but Clarke remained silent. Saddling onto her horse she began to move, leaving Laura no choice but to follow.

Laura refused to say anything. She had betrayed Clarke's trust. The only way to get that back was to find her good side and the only way to find that was to ask. Maybe taking an oath of silence wasn't so smart but she didn't know what else to do. So she hoped time would let Clarke cool off before she addressed the situation again.

Clarke was like a bomb. Cut the wrong string and you can set off an explosion. Cut the right one and you could finally understand why she is so complicated. It's no surprise that the girl from the drawings was bothering her. The woman was beautiful and whoever she was, was clearly leaving marks all over her.

Three hours later Clarke had them stop again so that she could go over the book another time. Much of it was in Trigedasleng, however, the pictures and map were useful enough. Meanwhile, Laura fed their horses making sure they remained quiet and healthy.

The brown eyed girl had to admit she was a very talkative person but she didn't want to ruin whatever friendship was molding between the two, or so she hoped. Clarke had been very reserved clearly focused on a mission.

Was there a real way to break down someone's wall? Probably not but she would feel a lot safer if she knew what was going on or if at least she knew more about Clarke. Laura had always wanted to make a difference, so being with Clarke was going to give her that opportunity.

Clarke aggressively flipped the page and searched her surroundings. It was clear she was becoming frustrated. Titus had to make it difficult by providing her something illegible and incomprehensible.

"Can I see? I know I'm here just for company but in class I aced all my map test and in biology I-" Laura didn't finish her sentence though before Clarke handed the book over. She had enough just from looking at it.

Laura grasped the book quickly to discover it was different from the one Clarke had been drawing on earlier. Hastily the brown eyed girl flipped through, checking the surroundings in comparison to the book. Her fingers carefully glossed over the map feeling the ink embedded into the pages. There was so much history behind it, that wherever they were going had to be somewhere memorable.

"Why don't we take a break?" Laura watched a frustrated Clarke pacing back and forth as she bit her nails.

"Too confusing?"

"No. I think you are overstressed. Whatever provoked this journey is taking a toll on you. Teach me how to shoot!"

Clarke contemplated on whether they should waste time. However, the girl had dropped everything they were doing to come with her. As well, it wouldn't hurt to know that she could protect her if need be.

"Fine." Clarke went over the basics. Teaching her how to hold, lock, and load. Giving her all the best tips she could, she helped the girl find a stance and not fall from the recoil.

"Its simple. Aim for that tree, got it?"

"Yes ma'am." Laura saluted before following all the instructions Clarke had given. Pulling the trigger she watched as the bullet hit the tree, leaving the loud fire to ring throughout the forest.

"Oh my god! I did it! Thank you, thank you." Laura unexpectedly hugged the girl. Admittedly Clarke broke a small smile. It was nice to have someone care for you.

"Hand me that book now. I got some confidence." Clarke laughed as she watched Laura read the book again this time divulging herself into its contents. Unfortunately she did not get far though as a voice ripped through the forest.

"Wan daun!" (Stop) The voice came from the trees causing both girls into action. Clarke drawed her gun while Laura raised her hands.

Fuck. That was probably not what she was supposed to do. Now she was defenseless against whoever was attacking them.

"Klir gon of!" (Drop the weapon) The rusty voice continued making it's way closer to the girls. Well now since she was weaponless she thought she'd give it a shot.

"Osir kom op ogonzaun." (We come in peace) Laura responded back almost causing Clarke to drop her gun. It took everything with in not to whip her head to the shorter girl.

"You speak Trigedasleng?" Clarke couldn't help to ask but Laura only ignored her and continued to make peace with the stranger in the woods.

"Osir gaf klir gouthru in." (We seek safe passage)

Out from the trees came a man dressed as the woods. It would have been impossible to see him with that disguise. His bow and arrow was raised as he made his way towards Clarke. To prove Laura's statement to be true she lowered her gun. However, it surprised Laura as all she had to do was pull the trigger.

"Wanheda."

"That is me. Who are you?"

"What do you seek in these woods?" The man spoke with confidence refusing to lower his weapon. Only now his weapon was pointing inches from Clarke's head.

"We are looking for Silas."

"You should turn back around now while you can."

Laura was crapping in her pants watching the ordeal go down for two reasons. One, she admired Clarke who stood fearlessly in front of a weapon that could any moment go off. The second reason was because of the warning they were just given. Of course Clarke was taking them somewhere highly dangerous and forbidden.

"I cannot." The two continued to glare down giving Laura a brief second to absorb what is going on. If he knew she were Wanheda he would not come alone.

Scanning the woods she looked for another hiding in the trees and that was what she found. A person had their arrow in the bow waiting to draw back. The man in front of Clarke began to lowers his arrow signaling the other shooter to draw back his.

Laura realized the translation going on and without thinking went into action. The second she pushed Clarke to the ground the arrow flew into her causing her body to fall to the ground.

Clarke's eyes darted from the man to Laura who laid on her side shaking. Without thinking her body went into gear as she picked up the gun she had dropped earlier only the man kicked it out of her hand. Clarke remained on her knees feeling the fear catching up to her. She couldn't lose more people, she had enough.

"What do you want!" Clarke yelled as she heard the cries of Laura in the foreground.

"You trespass."

"Let me help her please."

"You must answer to Gervasius."

"Fine. Take us but let me help her first." She pleaded before earning a grunt of approval.

Immediately Clarke turned over to find Laura grasping onto her shoulder. The girl was crying unsure what to do initially. So she resorted to the one thing she knew, babbling. "Holy shishkebab! I didn't how much this could hurt. I'm gonna die. Oh my god I didn't say goodbye to my dad. I am too young for this. I have so much to live for."

"Laura, keep talking."

"What why? I don't know what to say now." Clarke went to grab the necessary stuff from their bags needing Laura to speak so that she could remain distracted.

"Um tell me why you came on this trip."

"Didn't Raven tell you? I was a big fan of yours up on the Ark. It's the reason why I was almost floated. I continued your father's research on the limited oxygen supply. He was right, so of course I had to-SON OF A BISCUIT."

Clarke pulled the arrow right out of her shoulder evoking a loud scream. To their fortunes it was not deep enough nor did it hit anything important. All she had to do now was wrap up the wound.

Using the water in her canteen she cleaned off the wound for any infections then took the bandages Raven packed to stop the bleeding. Upon doing so she tried to wrap her head around what Laura had said. Was that what Raven meant when she said she is a hundred percent a Griffin supporter?

There was no time to waste thinking about it though. She leaned over and whispered into Laura's ear, "The less you know now the better. We are going to be taken as prisoners. Remain quiet and follow my lead. Your shoulder is fine no terrible damage was done. Blink twice if you understand."

Laura cautiously looked up and gave her the two winks of confirmation.

"Thank you." Was the last thing Clarke said before the grounder pulled her off and into the direction of their village.

A few people had surrounded them now. One took their horses while another directed Laura. Clarke knew they were grounders but not from the Woods Clan.

The two women chained up were led out of the woods and revealed a whole village ahead at the bottom of the hill. Night was falling as twilight approached. Clarke knew time was ticking and Lexa did not have that kind of time.

After a long agonizing walk, they arrived at the entrance where Clarke noted the symbol engraved in the sign. They were the Yujleda, also known as the Broadleaf Clan.

"I need to speak to Legolas." Their captures froze as one of them turn to face Clarke.

"What is your business with Legolas?"

Laura noted the confusion on their face. Clarke knew someone of high importance here which meant she knew where they were. From the map Laura read they still had some way to go before their destination. This was an unplanned detour.

"I need to speak to him."

The man only grunted allowing their capturers to throw them into a tent still locked up. From there they tied the woman to a post. While Clarke put up no fight, Laura on the other hand struggle to sit still. The smaller woman fought with the guards, even spitting on a few.

They ignored her though and left the two girls tied up in the tent. "What the fudge crackers is going on Clarke!"

"Keep your voice down."

"Clarke, I can't die."

"You won't die. There is a misunderstanding here."

"You need to tell me what's going on."

"I'm keeping you safe, Laura." It was only quiet for moments though when Clarke demanded answers. "How do you know Trigedasleng?"

"Some of the prisoners but mainly Nyko. I sometimes helped in the medical center and part of it was aiding him."

"What else did he teach you?"

To Clarke's dismay their conversation was cut short when the tent opened. Many of the grounders dressed similarly but this one dressed more sturdy as if he were going to battle. From head to toe he was covered in armour. He walked straight to Clarke with no hesitation and punched at her ribs.

The screaming came from Laura who was utterly confused as to why he was hurting her. Clarke did not complain though, taking two more hits to the stomach.

"What do you seek here?"

"Legolas." It clearly was not the answer he wanted as she faced another punch.

He left the tent and returned later to follow the same sequence. The man asked what they were doing here and Clarke responded with Legolas. Laura could not understand why Clarke would just not tell them what they wanted to hear but instead faced beating after beating.

It was when they inserted the lamp in the tent where things changed. Upon entering his movements were made straight to Laura. Lifting her by the shirt he looked towards Clarke but she didn't answer.

"I don't know anything." Laura pleaded.

Clarke answered differently. "Ai chich op gon Heda." (I speak for the Commander) Clarke responded unafraid of consequences.

"How dare you speak of Heda like that."

"We come in peace."

"You fired shots in our woods."

"I must speak with Legolas."

"He does not speak to trespassers."

"Well make him."

"You fool." His arm was raised and once again to hit the smaller girl until he was stopped.

"Nou, Gervasius." Another man entered with his hand raised. Immediately Gervasius stood up straight as he watched the older man stride in.

"I am here. Speak."

"Lift my shirt." Clarke glared him down unafraid.

The woman could look death in the eye and Laura would be convinced it would run away afraid of her. The blue eyes embodied the very essence of a melancholic soul. Too much weight has been on her shoulder yet somehow she has managed to continually balance it without throwing it on others.

"Wanheda."

"Please." Legolas was clearly wary at first. Laura didn't understand why Grounders spoke in such little words. Clarke was clearly playing into it though. All she had to do was tell the truth but something told Laura the truth was something that shouldn't be heard yet.

He strode closer to follow commands. Cautiously he raised her shirt, causing wide eyes as it was not expected. There was a marking engraved on her ribs, a symbol of protection.

"Release her." Legolas spoke immediately.

"Haiefa."

"Now Gervasius." He roared sending him into action. Gervasius undid Clarke from the chains, however, still weak from the punches, she fell to the ground.

"How can we please you Wanheda?"

"Grant us safe passage to Silas."

"May I suggest returning home?"

"No."

"There is a reason no one has gone there. It was forbidden ages ago, I have a hard time believing she would send an ambassador to get herself killed."

"Heda asked me for a favor, and I am obliging."

"Heda knows better than to send someone with the Commander's personal protection mark into Silas."

Clarke could sense there was trouble in which Legolas would be keen in finding out. He already knew what Silas held but Clarke needed to be one step ahead, so she shut down the conversation. "I do not question Heda's command as should you."

Legolas knew right away what she had done but let the woman suffer at her own cost. "Very well, you will leave at dawn tomorrow, it is unsafe to travel at night. Anything you or your guest need you inform Gervasius. The Broadleaf Clan welcomes you."

With that he nodded his head and left the three of them with no further questions or request. To Gervasius dismay, he unchained Laura then brought food and mats for the girls to sleep on for the night.

Despite much insisting from Laura to tell her what the mark was and how they got out of that mess, Clarke remained silent only busying herself with the book. After dinner, Laura decided to get some shut eye, unaware of what awaited them tomorrow.