Clarke's POV:
No matter the amount of days that passed the blood thirst only grew within the grounders. Warriors from every of the 12 clans poured into Polis ready for war. They had been united once more but this time against my people. Day and night Lexa spent in meetings while I spent them locked within my room.
"Lexa ask you join us for the march on Arcadia." Of course Lexa's coldness remains, sending her pet to deliver me her biddings. By the look on Titus' face I'm sure he quite enjoys our strain.
"Is she asking or is it an order?" I've grown tired of her commands beings sent to me glazed in sugar as if I was a naive child. Blind to what is coming. Titus's stern silence gives me the answer. I was no longer a guest, I was a prisoner of war. When I make my way down escorted to Lexa's side she dares not even look at me. "Didn't know prisoners get such well treatment." It wasn't anger that I felt for Lexa in this moment, it was pain. And unfortunately pain happens when you care about someone. But the hope for anything is dim and nowhere in sight. As the hours pass I feel the weight grow as we march closer to what will be my people's end. I ask Lexa for a bathroom break to which she does not deny. Truth being I needed to breathe, to figure out some way my people can make it out of this alive. Warning them would be impossible with my armed escorts following my tail not to mention the time it will take to get there on foot. The rushing waters of the river in the daunting forest gave me a much needed peace. The moment I sit upon the rocks voices nearing intrude on my moment of silence. Behind a rock I see two familiar face in some business.
"Why can't I remember anything about him? I know he's important to me but what's happening to me that I forgot." A sight I never saw stood at the rivers foot. Raven with her face marked in a crimson hand print speaking with a man she despised. Had they gone mad? I couldn't wrap my mind around what I was seeing, Raven and Jaha speaking to an empty void of air as if it were a person. Raven would never be acquainted with Jaha by her own will. Something was wrong. Before I could try and get to her Lexa's guards quickly drag me back to the group. Again Lexa ignores me after I explain that Raven was in trouble. A while later we set upon Arcadia. I imagine the children playing and laughing around camp unaware of the death that will crash down on them at days break. And I could do nothing, but witness it all. As night fell tents went up, small fires lit, and the scraping of metal filled every corner. Weapons spread across the site. I've decided that my people come first. Time was running out and I had one chance to save them. Every step to Lexa's tent pained me, knowing what I must do. A rose to be drenched red this night, Lexa was. But when her eyes met mine I couldn't find it in me to do it. Lexa finally looked at me when I came to her but she found me holding a blade instead of my heart. The look of disappointment returned, the one I swore to never cause again and it tore my heart. She did not yell for her guards, she did not stand up, she didn't speak. It was too much, the love in her eyes made me feel like I was betraying the last good thing in my life. Instantly I dropped the blade in shame.
"I'm sorry Clarke but we have to go on." Lexa's voice stays unnerved as she kicks away the blade.
"Please don't do this, don't start the cycle again. Let me talk to them, let me show them you're not a savage." My begs were from the very depth of my soul to Lexa. And for a split second I see the old caring Lexa shine through.
"We are what we are." But it was only for second.
"Please! Can't you see what you're doing is wrong. We promised to live by blood must NOT have blood. How are we doing that if we spill the blood of everyone man, woman, and child in there?" At this point I practically was on my knees pleading for her to reconsider.
"Wrong?! I sent 300 warriors to PROTECT your people and what did they do!"
"Exactly! They are MY people. You can't expect me to just sit and watch. And after they are all dead am I next?" I see Lexa's anger quickly fall to disbelief at my suggestion. Her response was short. A kiss that left me confused. It was quick but delicate. Hungry yet soft. And the cool breeze that hit after we parted made me want her warmth again and again. And in those moments time was infinite.
"I can only promise to keep you safe, nothing more." Lexa was the one to pull away, before turning her back on me. There was no changing her mind and I've come to realize that our feelings will not save my people again. I couldn't hurt Lexa but if I were to save my people, any chance of a future for us must be destroyed. With that I leave, and take the life a grounder who held my way out. Under the cover of night I took the grounder's horse and rode off before I could regret what I've done. Bellamy may be our last hope, whether I am ready or not I must face him. Face the man I could've loved, my best friend, the person who'd always be by my side, and the man who I've hurt so many times only for him to hurt others. So I ride to him in hope. I sneak my way in with my mothers help. I wait in a room until Bellamy enters, his cold stare is painful to endure but I try and explain.
"We need to get Raven..."
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Fate Worse Than Death
Fanfiction{currently on hold} What if Finn had survived? Would even he be able live with himself? But the real question is who will Clarke choose, Lexa , Finn,or Bellamy. This is a story of treachery, betrayal, love, and woe of what could've happened if Finn...
