From the Ashes

45

"'In all the wild world, there is no more
Desperate
A creature, than a human being on the verge of
Losing
Love.'"

- Atticus

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。・°°・Lovota・°°・。

"Long live the Queen," Lovota snarled.

"Long live..." Lexa stuttered out, confused at the sight of a ghost from her past,"the new King!"

"Heda!" The crowd began to cheer in delight, as Lexa looked away, only to find that the ghost had now disappeared.

Looking to the side, she felt too prideful for something she didn't plan. Lexa didn't deserve the crowds cheers for the dead queen.

Slowly taking in what had happened, Ronin stumbled up the steps of the stage, his hands reaching out to his mothers stomach. On the arrow, was etched a claw mark.

Lovotas clans symbol for death upon cowardice.

Peeling his hands away, he pulled out the arrow, blood staining his hands as he twirled the arrow between his calloused fingertips. A part of Ronin wanted to feel horrible, but, he instead turned around and accepted his crown.

Watching the people roar with fear, hope, and interest at the sight before them, Ronin raised his arm holding the arrow.

"The kwins reign ste no mo!" He called out, slowly taking steps down from the stage, his clothes dressed with his mother's blood,"Nau, mine ste about kom begin!"

Accepting his stance by Lexas side, the two briefly looked to eachother, before slashing their weapons into the ground infront of them - a symbol of strength, and connection...

For the time being.

As everyone began to enclose in on the two leaders, Ronin's council came to his beckoning side, Lexas people reaching for the handle of her sword.

Even Clarke moved forward, eyes entranced by Lexas appearance.

The only two that stood out from the crowd slowly closing in, was the Titus and Lovota. One was like a gargoyle, horrid, eyes seething at the sight with hands clenched by their side like stone. The other, was like a ghost, unnoticeable, the only eyes that took her in were the belonging amber eyes of her shield.

Rushing off the edge of the roof, the girl snuck away into the back alleys, eager to make her way home to the wolves and her awaiting horse.

That was, before a hand as cold as snow, wrapped itself around her upper wrist.

"Lo..." the Azgeda warrior stuttered out, her eyes staring him down like a storm,"Lovota?"

"Who are you?" Lovota threatened, pulling her arm back as she began to string an arrow, ready to strike at the stranger.

"Det er meg," the warrior called out, taking a step forward,"Ronin."

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of her, shock brightening her eyes like lightning. But, that soon disappeared, so fast if you had blinked you'd never have caught sight of it at all.