Bringing Ice back to life.
"Clarke?"
"Don't call me something i'm not."
"You can't do this.. It isn't, you.."
"What would you know about me? About what I've gone through.."
"Clark- Wanheda.."
"Get away from me! Don't you have some promises to break, or even some trusts?"
The first voice just stopped. it wasn't even a dream. It was like a nightmare with no visuals.
The Second voice kept pushing, the accusations. The first voice not even there anymore.
Lexa woke up. Pain stretching throughout her body. She broke down. The dream, premonition, whatever it was.. It was right, Wanheda was right. You don't know her, but she'll wish she knew you soon enough..
Clarke had left cloth and some water next to her while she slept, Lexa jerked her head up, searching for the blonde, Not seeing her anywhere she tried to get up, she grasped her left side, staring at the ceiling, she just let the tears fall from her eyes, knowing she couldn't do anything. Her mind kept racing, no stops, no brakes, all the what-ifs and whys.
You were never good enough. You couldn't save Costia..
What makes you think you can save yourself AND her..
But, who said she wanted to be saved, why not take Wanheda's power and take back the throne?
There was rustling outside of the cave entrance.
Lexa grasped her sword, gripping the sheathe, she slid it out slowly, the blade glinting in the small amount of light.
By this point the fire was in embers and coals and was emitting an eerie glow in the small space.
The brush covering the entrance moved, a figure stepping in..
It wasn't Clarke.
Lexa tucked herself closer to the wall.
"Heda?" The voice was exhausted, it was raspy and sounded battle worn.
Willhem? Lincoln?
Azgeda scout?
"Hod op. Don't move, unless you like bleeding." Lexa just whispered it, but it got the point across, the rest of the brush moved, the light shining in, partially blinding Lexa.
The man approached, weapon at his finger tips, barely a threat. Lexa's eyes adjusted slowly, her sword still in hand, pointed towards the figure now 3 feet away.
"Heda, it is good to see you." It was Lincoln. A large smirk grew across his face as his sword slid into his sheathe.
Lexa let out a sigh, she Grabbed her sheathe and slid the sword in.
She slid the Sheathe into her belt, securing it to her waist.
Lincoln helped Lexa onto her feet and guided her out of the cave, where the rest of the party was scouring the lower hillside.
"I went and got some scouts, they're with the others." Lexa gave a small nod of approval.
As soon as they approached the group, Lexa, let go of Lincoln's support, hardening into the Commander and they were back at square one.
If Clarke didn't want her help, she wouldn't get it. Lexa's teachings kicking in, she needed to stay strong, and feelings have just seemed to cloud her judgement.
Bellamy walked up beside her, matching her pace.
"Clarke?" That's all he needed to say.
"She doesn't want to be helped. I'm calling my scouts off, let Azgeda find her, then she'll know why we wanted to help her." She sighed, trying to let go of Clarke, but, she couldn't.
"We ride back to the Camp."
Lexa mounted her horse and they galloped back to the camp.
The small column of horses came to a halt a few kilometers outside of their staging ground.
Lincoln was getting off his horse, motioning the rest to move further up.
They moved up the small path about 200 feet, the Trikru scouts following Lexa back to where they had left Lincoln, Willhem was close behind Lexa.
"Heda?" He spoke softly.
"Ai java." (My spear.) He nodded, jogging back to the horses.
"Lincoln, why'd we stop?" Lexa whispered, her eyes looking for something in his expression.
"Azgeda Plana." (Ice nation warrior(s) ) He motioned her to where there was a clearing off the path, blocked by dense underbrush.
Four Azgeda sat around a fire in the dimming light of the sun, now setting.
"Ai nou laik Heda." She spoke and everyone nodded.
"Willhem, stay with me, we'll advance towards the clearing, Lincoln take Tomac and Ziva, flank the left side, the rest of the scouts will secure the perimeter and search for others."
Everyone went into position. The scouts now scouring the forest and watching from the trees.
Lexa wandered into the clearing, hood pulled onto her head, and a cloth masking her face except for everything above the nose.
The Azgeda warriors turned their heads, they dropped their food and stopped speaking. One stepped forward as the others watched, weapons now drawn.
"Chon yu bilaik?" (Who are you) His scars gave him away if it weren't for the heavy accent. Definitely Ice Nation.
"Ai laik Zora kom Trishanakru, Chon yu bilaik?" (I am Zora of the glowing forest clan, who are you?) She was pushing at him, trying to get him angry, talking back is always a lovely way to do so.
The Azgeda man chuckled, wandering over to her, now standing about 4 feet from her. Perfect striking distance..
Willhem entered the clearing, walking slowly his large axe strung on his back,
He just wandered over to stand beside Lexa.
The other Azgeda warriors walked over, weapons drawn.
"Hakom yu kamp raun hir?" (Why are you here?) The Azgeda warrior spoke up, adjusting his sword, eyeing them.
Silence.
Lexa stared at him. She whistled, giving Lincoln the go ahead.
Two arrows made a thunk as they struck two of the Azgeda warriors in the back, Two more adding to each body as they fell.
"Ai na frag yu op!"(I will / I'm going to/ kill you,) He yelled, Running at Lexa. Willhem stepped away, recognizing Lexa probably needed to lose some tension.
The Azgeda warrior slashed at air, Lexa dodging the blow,
"Ai na frag yu op, Zora!" (I will / I'm going to/ kill you, Zora) He yelled
He slashed air again, she was toying with him. She had her fun.
He made a faulty mistake, he slashed at the air again, stumbling forward, Lexa swept his feet off the ground with her spear, she swung, slicing his Striking arm from shoulder to elbow, he dropped the sword. Lexa twirled her spear to the broad end, whacking him over the top of his head, a large crack sounding.
She walked towards the second Warrior, he panicked, he dropped his sword and ran, not knowing Lincoln was right behind him.
He shoved the warrior to the ground, Hissing "Azgeda.."
"Take them with us. We'll interrogate them later." Willhem spoke up, Lexa nodded, and everyone took action. Lexa whistled a song bird tune, The Trikru scouts assembling in the clearing.
"We ride for the camp, make sure they don't see it." This time Lexa handed out the order, motioning towards the two Azgeda warriors.
The scouts had bound the two prisoners, putting bags over their heads.
The wounded warrior had just got a belt tied tight around his arm to slow the bleeding.
The Prisoners had been tied to the horses, being dragged if they decided not to walk.
They had ridden into the night, the sky above the camp now giving off a glorious glow, they hadn't descended into the valley yet, they walked the path.
The camp came into view.
"Jok." Lexa muttered, hitting the stirrups into the horse, galloping towards the camp.
(Jok - means Fuck.)
Inhale.
The breath was steady.
The cold night air crisp with every breath.
Loose.
The arrow flew through the air, striking a deer in its Haunches. The deer took off, Running off at a top pace.
"Shit." She muttered.
She sprinted, covering ground as fast as she could.
The deer was limping in a clearing, two bodies were slumped over, arrows sticking out of their backs.
Inhale.
"Yu gonplei ste odon."
She let the arrow loose, silently flying 25 yards into the Deer's neck.
She ran, dropping herself beside the deer, trying to calm it in its final moments.
The breathing stopped.
Clarke slid her hands underneath the arrow that pierced the throat, drenching them in blood, she began to soak her matted hair with the blood, using it as a makeshift dye.
She pulled out some grass, spitting into the earth where she then used mud and blood to make her facepaint, smearing a single streak across her face.
She just glanced at the armor that the warriors used. She sneered at the white warpaint. Azgeda. What were they doing out here? Looking for her? Probably.
Clarke gathered whatever she could, setting it down next to her kill.
Clarke walked over to the bodies, trying to evaluate them in the moonlight.
They were just left, weapons and all.
Trikru arrows.
Lexa.
Clarke ran back into the forest and got her sled she left a few hundred yards back.
When she returned, she strapped the dear to the sled, and gathered the scavenged items, placing a sword in her belt, and various knives in her boot, breast wrappings and another on her belt. She grasped the handles on the makeshift sled and started dragging her kill to Niylahs.
During the short trip, there was nothing but a few watchful eyes from predators, but the smell of death is not the most appealing to the well fed cougars and wolves.
Clarke could see the trading post now, the glow of its lanterns lighting up the main pathway connecting Polis and ThonDC.
It was coming up on midnight as she saw a figure outside the trading post.
Female, most likely Niylah. She risked it, she walked into the light in front of the Trading post.
"Hey.." Clarke spoke, voice low.
Niylah spun around, terror and relief on her face at the same time.
"It's not safe out here, head inside, I'll take the kill around back." She spoke quickly.
"Ok.." Clarke shrugged, handing the sled over to Niylah.
She wandered into the shack. Taking a look around.
"Not much has changed.." She just muttered it, talking to herself.
The door opened, Niylah walking in,
"So, Wanheda." She said it so slow and quietly.
"What brings you here, At such a fine hour?" Niylah said, walking behind her counter, leaning and resting her arms on the counter top.
"I need a place to stay, I'm also tired of talking to demons and ghosts."
"Fair enough," she responded.
"My father and brother were killed in the Rebellion, so, no questions." She smiled for a second and then went blank.
Clarke reached out, touching her hand,
"I'm so sorry.."
Niylah looked up, the two now eye locked.
Their eyes bore into each other.
Clarke was the first to look away, her hand retracting as her face flushed pink.
She turned away.
"Clarke." Niylah spoke softly.
Clarke turned, Niylah now standing infront of her.
Niylah leaned in, her lips brushing Clarke's.
Clarke pulled her lips away, taking a breath. She hadn't felt this ecstatic since.. Who knows when.
She pulled Niylah close, deepening the kiss.
Niylah pulled away, her eyes looking as if they were on fire, lust and desire coated them like silver cloud.
Niylah grabbed Clarke's hand, pulling her into her room.
She pulled her shirt over her head, bringing Clarke close.
Clarke began kissing with desire.
She took her shirt and armor off, dropping her weapons to the floor.
Her tongue skimming Niylah's lips, asking for entry, they got their permission.
Their mouths crashing together, if you wanted a metaphor, they were dancing, their tongues dancing to the tunes of loss and love.
Clare pushed Niylah onto the bed.
They spent what was left of the night and morning feeling secure in each other's embrace.
Nothing could take this away.
They were happy.
But who knows how long it would last.
But for them.
One night was all they needed.