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

XLV

- Jordan's POV -
As the sun begins its slow descent, the air in Polis holds a faint chill. I stretch slightly, my body still sore from over a week and a half ago. I inhale deeply, grateful to be out in the open again after being cooped up inside for so long.

Jake walks ahead, his excitement barely contained. "Are we really going to see the Nightbloods train?" He asks, glancing back at Lexa and I. Lexa has her arm draped around my waist, trying to ensure my steadiness as she remains worried about my condition.

I smile, resting a hand on my son's shoulder. "Yes, we are. But remember, we're just watching. No running onto the grounds."

Jake nods eagerly, and together we make our way toward the training grounds, the familiar clang of weapons and grunts of exertion growing louder as we approach. I feel a familiar sense of pride swell as I observe the young Nightbloods sparring. Each movement is precise, deliberate, and calculated. These warriors are the future, and it reminds me of my own time training with them before things started happening with Skaikru.

Lexa's presence beside me is steady, grounding, as we stand at the edge of the training grounds. I glance at her, feeling the comfort of her silent support, before focusing again on the sparring session in front of them.

"They're incredible." Jake whispers, his eyes wide as he watches the Nightbloods, clearly in awe.

"They are." Lexa agrees, though her gaze shifts to one figure standing off to the side. I follow her gaze, noticing Aden, who seems to not be sparring today. Instead, he seems to be observing the others, his eyes sharp as he assesses their movements.

After a few moments, Aden makes his way over to where we stand. He greets us with a respectful bow, his gaze lingering on me. "Jordan Kom Trikru, teacher." He says, his voice steady but laced with sincerity. "It's good to see you up and about. We were all worried after what happened."

I smile, appreciating the sentiment. "I'm healing." I reply. "It'll take a little more than a wound to keep me down."

The boy  nods again, his expression softening slightly. "I'm glad to hear that. We all miss your presence here in the training grounds. I hope you'll be able to join us again soon."

My smile grows, though there is a twinge of sadness that courses through me. "I'll be back before you know it."

Aden glances at Jake, who is staring up at him with wide eyes. "I hear you want to train like us one day." Aden says, crouching slightly to be at Jake's level.

Jake nods enthusiastically. "I do! I want to be just like you and my moms."

Aden chuckles softly. "It takes a lot of hard work, but if you're determined, I'm sure you'll get there." He straightens, turning back to me. "Take care of yourself, Jordan. We need you strong and healthy."

"I will." I reply, my voice carrying the weight of gratitude.

As Aden walks back towards the other Nightbloods, Lexa places a hand gently on my back. "He's right. You need to focus on healing. There's no rush."

I nod, but my gaze lingers on the training grounds. "I know. But it's hard, Lex. I miss being out there. There's been so much going on I've been unable to work with them, to ensure they're learning as they should. Learning how Anya taught me and everyone before."

"I know, J." Lexa's hand slides from my back to her shoulder, a steadying presence. "In time. For now, we watch."

Together, we stand with Jake, watching the young warriors who will one day inherit the responsibility of protecting our people. I can feel the weight of my wound pulling at me, but the fresh air, the sound of clashing weapons, and the presence of my family gives me the strength to stay on my feet a little longer.