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

XLI

A/N: This is the last bridge chapter to the next set of events, practically the climax of the story. Probably could have it out tonight, but it might be tomorrow because I've been a little busy.
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- Jordan's POV -
The light filtering through the curtains is soft, casting gentle shadows on the walls of the room we are in. Lexa and the others, including Clarke, have returned this morning. Lexa is resting on a couch, her face relaxed in sleep. I can tell she's worn out from everything that has happened, and I made her lay down and rest despite her protests. Clarke sits across the room, lost in deep thought.

I sit quietly in a chair near Lexa, sketching her absentmindedly. I glance up as she stirs slightly, her brow furrowing in distress. She shoots up abruptly, her breathing heavy and erratic.

"Hey, hey." I say calmly, setting my sketching materials aside and moving to sit beside her. "It's okay. You're okay."

She breathes heavily, resting her head in her hands. Clarke, who has been watching from her seat, moves closer. "What were you dreaming about?" She asks gently.

"The Commanders before me." Lexa explains quickly, her voice trembling slightly. "They speak to me in my sleep. I saw their deaths at war, at the hands of an assassin."

"It was just a nightmare, Lex." I tell her soothingly, though I can see the fear in her eyes.

"No." She says firmly, her voice trembling with both fear and realization. "No, it's a warning. They think I'm betraying their legacy."

She finally meets my gaze, and I can see the anxiety etched across her features. "Jus drein jus daun has always, always been the way of our people." She states.

"Listen to me." Clarke tells her, her voice steady. "A ceasefire is not a betrayal. What you did on that battlefield stopped a war. Your legacy will be peace."

Lexa stands abruptly, her emotions raw as she notices the paper on the chair I was using.

"Oh, uhm... that's..." I start, standing as she picks it up to examine it. "That's not finished yet."

Lexa looks at me curiously, but her attention is quickly diverted by a knock on the door.

"Enter." She announces.

The doors open, and Titus steps in, followed by some guards carrying a box. I quickly gather my papers and tuck them away into my book, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

"Pardon me, Heda. I didn't realize you were busy." Titus apologizes as he gestures for the guards to place the box on the floor.

"Are you going to tell me what's in the box or not?" Lexa asks, her voice tight with impatience.

"Forgive me." Titus says, stepping aside to reveal the box. "This is a gift from King Roan of Azgeda for Wanheda. The messenger said this is both proof of Azgeda's loyalty to the coalition and an answer to a yet unanswered question. May I?"

He orders the guards to open the box. Clarke steps closer, her curiosity evident.

The box opens to reveal a bloodied and shackled man.

"Emerson?" Clarke exclaims.

The man growls and lunges out of the box, knocking Clarke back. He attempts to overpower her, but I react swiftly, kicking his face and making him groan in pain. I try to pull him off Clarke, but the guards and Lexa quickly intervene.

"Stop him!" Lexa orders, her voice sharp and commanding. "Get him out of here. Put him in a cage, now!"

As the guards drag Emerson away, I kneel beside Clarke, who is slowly getting up. "Clarke." I mutter, worried.