Yu gonplei ste odon, Lexa kom Trikru

Characters : Lexa, Clarke

POV : Lexa

Spoiler : S3 E07

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DISCLAMER : I'm french and this is the first that I tried to translate on of my fanfiction from french to english so, please, be kind and don't hesitate to tell me if there are errors.

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Like everyone I think, I was very chocked by the death of Lexa. She was a character that I was completely a fan of ! She was strong, independant, brave but her love for Clarke was the only « weakness » (from her point of view) she allowed himself. They were finally going to be able to live their love affair and... Pow ! (Very relevant, I know!). I found her death not at all up to the warrior she was, but let's move on... In this little text, i wanted to write the death of Lexa from her point of view, her feelings.

I hope that it will

Hope you enjoy it and don't forget to leave a review!
(There are words in Trigedasleng in the text, they are in italics, the translation is at the bottom if you wish)

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I heard screams, an argument it seemed to me, coming from the Clarke's appartments. I speeded up when suddenly, gunshots roared. My heart leaped et the fear and the anxiety seized it. What was happening ? Clarke was she... I couldn't pronounce that words, even in thought. I then started to run and barrely arrived in the front of the door of her room, I opened it and rushed into it.

In a few fraction of seconds, so much things happened : I saw Titus, a weapon of Skaikru by hand, I felt a sharp pain at the level of my belly and I met the sparkling blue eyes of my soulmate who screamed my name :

- Lexa !

The pain getting stronger and stronger, I looked at the origin and saw a red spot that spread over my abdomen. My legs suddenly slipped under me and I collapsed in Clarke's arms upon her eyes shining whith tears. I heard Titus, pleading :

- Heda...

Clarke's voice sounded also, laden with denials and trembling :

- No ! No !

In a daze, I then felt that I was carried to the bed before placing me there

Again, Titus's voice rang out, hoarse, strangled with emotion.

- Heda ! Whan done I have ?

When Clarke pressed her hands on my wound to try to stem the bleeding, I recovered my spirits. Was it the pain Clarke awakened or her voice reassuring me and ordering me to stay still ? Gathering my weakening strengths, I spoke to try, in my turn, to appease her :

- Don't be afraid.

A thin stream of voice came out of my mouth but it was enough for my partner to hear me. Her voice was not much firmer:

- You... You're gonna be fine. Just stay still.

Titus came with bandages, to try to stop the hemorrhage. Clarke grabbed it and tore my clothes to access the wound. I barely glanced at it and knew I wasn't going to survive ... My abdomen was torn by the bullet and covered in blood. My blood, so black... This blood without whom nothing would have happened. Without whom I wouldn't became commander, without whom Costia wouldn't died but also without whom I wouldn't met my soulmate.