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Hello readers!
This book is a The 100 fanfiction. In this book, you will find what I imagine would happen if Clarke Griffin had a Flame Of Humanity. This book is a Clexa (Clarke & Lexa) fanfiction. This book is book two of the Flames Of Humanity Series you have to read book one The Skaikru Commander first.
This book will have some possibly Triggering topics like killing, death, violence, and graphic descriptions of blood and gore. This book will have mild nudity as well.
Comments are encouraged. I don't care if they are hate or not, I learn from all comments. If you see spelling errors tell me and I will fix them as soon as possible.
If you vote please tell me what it does, I have been on Wattpad for six years now and I still have no clue.
And finally, I hope you all enjoy my Fanfiction Book Two: The Two Commanders!
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 or its characters, I only own The Flames of Humanity Series, the characters I come up with, and the plot of this story.
Also, I am open to suggestions, but that is all they are, SUGGESTIONS. I am not required to put your suggestions in my book just because I like it, it may not fit with the plot I have in mind for this series.
I do like hearing other ideas from my readers but that does not mean I will put them onto paper. And for the love of the Gods don't get mad at me for not putting your idea in the book, that is just childish.
And DO NOT nag me about putting your idea in my book. If you do that I will mute you.
NOTE: ALL OF MY BOOKS ARE LINKED IN SOME WAY UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE SO PLEASE FOLLOW ME . IT WILL HELP ME INTERCAT WITH MY READERS AND EXPLAIN THINGS WITHOUT DOING SO INDIVIDUALLY. THANK YOU. Explaining the same thing a hundred times is a pain in the ass, so do me, and my poor hands that already have arthritis, a favor and follow.
And without Further ado, I introduce to you:
THE TWO COMMANDERS
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The 100 || Book 2: The Two Commanders
Fanfiction"Love is weakness," Lexa says with an emotionless expression, her eyes set on the fire in front of them. "Maybe," Clarke sighs, "Maybe it's just a fantasy our minds come up with to tell us there's something worth surviving for. Or maybe love is mor...
