Wrath
Lexa stormed through the long corridors, yelling orders to everyone she encountered. Soon she was flanked by a small group of warriors who commanded their own soldiers. Small groups of them were sent to search in every single building in town. Clarke wasn't in her bedroom, not that she'd ever used it since Lexa had become Heda. She wasn't elsewhere in the great tower, Lexa was told barely ten minutes after realising she was missing. A loud horn sounded, summoning the citizens of Polis to the main square in town. Lexa arrived there and started her speech as soon as there were enough people to spread the word amongst those who hadn't arrived yet.
"Today, a personal attack has occured. Clarke kom Trikru has been taken by the traitors who have been massacring our people. A message from them was left in my chambers. We won't stop until these people are all dead, so if anyone has information, speak up. If you hide something, there will be no mercy for you."
The streets of Polis were silent as ever. No one spoke up. Rage boiled inside Lexa as she spoke again, her eyes getting darker than usual as they did whenever she was about to lose her temper.
"Then find them. And kill them."
With that she left the confused crowd and ran to her horse. Indra followed her, awaiting orders.
"Indra, you're one of the few people I trust. Go with your clan. We need as much help as we can get. This is not about Clarke, it's about how close they've got."
"Heda, they could've killed you. I must stay and try to protect you"
"I'm perfectly capable of defending myself." Lexa didn't want to be so harsh to Indra, but at the time she could only think of Clarke and whatever had happened to her.
Indra firmly nodded and started yelling at her soldiers, deciding they would search the most wild and unexplored areas of the woods surrounding Polis, expecting their enemies to be hiding there.
Every search party included at one of Lexa's blood raiders or one of their most trusted warriors, so as to ensure that, if there were any traitors between them, they wouldn't hide Clarke's location.
Lexa was about to leave with her own group of warriors, the fiercest and strangest from each clan, when she heard a voice she hadn't heard in quite a long time.
"Let me go with you, Alexandria."
Lexa turned around when she heard her whole name. Neko approached her, riding a black horse
"I need to know that she's okay"
Lexa nodded "Of course"
Neko and her rode side by side, and when they started to gallop Lexa looked at him from the corner of her eye
"By the way, it's Heda now."
Neko managed to half-smile and nod, but soon his face went back to showing how worried he was about Clarke. As was Lexa.
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Clarke couldn't move. Or see. She was blindfolded and tied up, and she was moving. She tried to think calmly. Her hands and legs were tied above her, so she must be hanging from a trunk or a big log. Great. The intermitent feeling of grass against her back seemed to confirm that, as well as the way she kept swaying from side to side.
She tried to listen to her captors speaking, a masculine voice was whispering something she couldn't quite decipher. It was an old dialect of Trigedasleng, and even though she herself, as well as the rest of the kids of the streets spoke a very archaic one, she barely could understand a word.
"...amin...Floukru..." The people from the river...they couldn't have betrayed Lexa...She hoped.
"no...no..." a high-pitched voice replied angrily, but Clarke couldn't figure out a word they said
"...no, Heda..." Clarke tensed when she heard Lexa being mentioned, and finally she could understand an entire sentence
"Jus drein jus daun" and they laughed.
Clarke didn't understand. There hadn't been any bloodshed on their enemies' army.
Then she knew.
They laughed because they didn't think they would be able to avenge their dead people. She gasped.
The voices shut up. Foosteps approached Clarke. She was hit in the head. Then everything went black.