Osu Throu Daun Ogeda || We Fight Together || A 100 Fanfiction

II

- Jordan's POV -
Feeling someone touching me, I jolt awake and look to the side seeing a very large, muscled man. "Hands off." I tell him, trying to push him back. Unsurprisingly, he does not listen to me and only removes me from the bed I've been moved to inside of a hut.

"The commander wants to see you." Is all he says as I am dragged by my good arm.

Upon exiting the tent I have been resting in, I notice that the sun is setting. Looking around, I see many more huts like the one I've been staying in and quite a few residents.

"Who's the commander?" I question, confused, but gain no answer as he continues leading us throughout the village. "Where are we?"

After a few moments of being stared at by residents as we walk through the village, we come to a large tent in which holds weapons, many papers of what seem to be maps, a bed, and then my eyes trail the floor to a throne where a woman sits.

I groan as my knees hit the floor after being pushed down, and look up at the woman.

Her face is covered by a sort of black makeup, or more like paint, and she has a small circular piece above the bridge of her nose. Meeting her bright green eyes, I notice that it's the woman from when I woke the first time.

"Gustus, I thought I told you she is not a prisoner or to be treated as one?" She lectures the man who pulled me from my slumber.

"Apologies, Heda." He apologizes. "It will not happen again."

"Good. You may leave now, Gustus." She dismisses him with a nod, to which he obliges before turning and walking past me.

"What does he mean by Heda?" I raise a brow as she helps me up and over to a chair next to a table. "Like you're a leader or something?"

"I am their leader. I am the commander of the and founder of the coalition of the twelve clans."

I smile a bit, now knowing that a woman leads most of the survivors on the ground.

"Heda." I bow my head.

"I appreciate your respect, even though you're new to the planet." A hint of a smile cracks across her expression before disappearing quickly.

"I appreciate you telling them to not treat me like a prisoner after I've been one my entire life." I tell her, then realize how dumb it was to say that.

"You were a prisoner?" She questions, raising a brow.

"I was." I answer, but shake my head. "That's not the point right now. Gustus said you wanted to see me?" Walking back and sitting on her throne, she begins to fiddle with a dagger while looking at me.

I did. I wanted to inform you that we will be departing for Polis, our capital, tomorrow." She begins. "I'd like for you to stay with me in the tower where I reside, as I feel it would be best for you to learn our customs and training."

"Training? What training? So theoretically I am being held prisoner but to become a warrior?" I question and I can tell she's thinking about her answer.

"You're not being held prisoner, Jordan. Yes, I am keeping you close and yes I want to train you, and that's for your protection." She explains, and something in me feels funny at her saying my name.

"Protection from what? Mythical mountain men?" I ask skeptically.

"Yes, actually." Her jaw clenches and my jaw drops a bit.

My mind begins racing with millions of more thoughts and questions that I want answered but I'm sure I'll learn them anyway.

"Mountain men are the latest generations of the survivors of the nuclear apocalypse inside Mount Weather. They cannot leave the mountain because they are not immune to the radiation like we are. This has caused an ongoing war with our coalition as they have taken many of our people in attempts to use them to become immune."