Book 2: Fears

First Attempt

Okay I may or may not have the next chapter up by tonight. Kind of busy today, so I wrote this quickly for you. I hate/love suspense sometimes lol. ;)

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"Enlgish"

"Trigedasleng"

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Lexa came back after checking that the food was preparing and checking for any other reports. Luckily there was none so she decided to head back to her tent before dinner. She walked into her tent, nodding to her guard as she walked by, and her eyes immediately sought out her lover's body resting on the furs. She let herself a small smile seeing Clarke sleeping peacefully before making her way over. She past by the small table near the bed, pausing for a moment as she saw a new jug of water sitting on it. She frowned slightly, wondering why it seemed odd to her. Her moment of thought was interrupted when she heard Clarke groan softly. She looked at the bed and saw Clarke stretching her arms over her head.

"Hey." Clarke said as she saw Lexa, her voice thick with sleep still.

"Did you rest well?" Lexa asked as she sat on the edge of the bed closest to Clarke's head. Clarke rolled onto her side, so that her body was facing Lexa.

"Would have been better if you were here with me." Clarke replied with a smile.

"I apologize but I had-"

"It's fine, really Lexa." CLarke interrupted her with a grin. "Really, I was just teasing." Lexa huffed after she said that, making the blonde chuckle. She cleared her throat before sitting up. "Is there any water available?"

"Yes, just a moment." Lexa responded as she got up and walked to the table with the jug. She poured Clarke a cup and gave it to her. Clarke gulped it down, not realizing how thirsty she was. Lexa refilled it and Clarke drank the second cup more slowly.

"Thanks." She said once she finished the second cup. Lexa nodded.

"Heda?" The guard outside said from the entrance of the tent.

"What?" Lexa responded, looking at the guard who poked his head in.

"Dinner is ready; would you like for me to get you something?" The guard asked. Lexa looked to Clarke.

"Do you wish to eat in here or outside?" She asked.

"Outside. Fresh air would be nice." Clarke said as she stood up. Her stomach was starting to feel queasy, but she put it off to wanting some food.

"We will be coming out. Thank you." Lexa dismissed the guard. Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand and walked outside with her. They went to wear the large boar was cooked.

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To say Clarke wasn't feeling good was an understatement. She barely ate anything, her stomach was killing her. She felt sweat drip down the side of her head. Lexa looked over at her, noticing that she ate very little.

"Clarke?" She asked, watching her. When she didn't responded Lexa opened her mouth to call her name again when Clarke slumped forward. "Clarke!" Lexa yelled, alarmed. She rolled Clarke over, her eyes were rolled to the back of her head and her body started seizing.

"NYKO!" She yelled, hoping the healer was close by. Clarke started foaming at the mouth. Lexa turned her onto her side so she wouldn't choke on her own spit.

"Heda?!" She heard Nyko rush over.

"Help her!!" Lexa yelled desperately. Nyko widened his eyes when he saw Clarke, he had seen this many times.

"She has been poisoned!" He said angrily. He pulled out the vial in his coat and put in to Clarke's lips. "She must drink this." He said to Lexa. She helped him sit Clarke up slightly and forced the drink down the blonde's throat. Within moments Clarke started throwing up what little food she had in her stomach; along with the water she had drank earlier, until she was left dry heaving. Lexa looked at Nyko, questioningly.

"She hasn't been cut." He said. He had seen her earlier and knew she wasn't attack. She had been with Lexa practically all day. "She was feed the poison. She must throw it back up." He told her. Lexa nodded and looked down at the shaking girl. Clarke groaned after she coughed up more substance from her stomach. She was clutching her stomach, trying to make the pain stop. Lexa moved Clarke's head so that it rested on her lap.

"Is there anything else you can do for her?" Lexa asked him.

"No." He shook his head. "The pain with ease soon, for now she needs to lie down. No moving, just incase if there is still some poison in her system. We don't wish for it to spread." He told her. Lexa nodded once more before picking Clarke up bridal style. Clark groaned in protest to her aching stomach. Lexa whispered sweet nothings to her before she glanced around. A few grounders had heard the commotion and had come over to investigate. She saw some of the worried gazes of her warriors; they had come to respect and admire the sky girl and were worried after they saw what happened.

Lexa carried Clarke back to her tent. The guard opened the tent flap for her and she walked into the tent. She sat the frail blonde down onto the furs; Clarke had already passed out. Lexa grabbed a cloth that was nearby and gently cleaned Clarke's sweat covered face with it. She took off Clarke's jacket, then her boots before tucking her under the furs. She stood back up and looked around the room, her eyes landing on the water jug. She narrowed her eyes and walked over, grabbing the jug and picking it up. She sniffed the water and her eyes widened. No wonder she thought it was strange it was there. She could smell the poison in the water, though it was very well hidden. It was most likely why she didn't catch it at first. She growled to herself as she stormed out of the tent, past her guard, to the middle of the camp.

"Who was the one that filled this jug!" She practically roared, looking at the warriors around her. She saw them look at each other, wondering who did. She glared around at the crowded, her patience trimming thin. She narrowed her eyes as she spotted a boy slightly younger than herself, Pean, looking nervous. "You." She said, pointing to him.

"Me, heda?" He asked. She nodded once and he walked forward.

"Did you fill this jug up." She asked, her voice threateningly low.

"N-no heda, honest." Pean said, then had a slightly confused expression on his face. "But I know of the one who owns the jug... He is my longest friend." He wondered what Yuan's jug was doing in the Heda's tent.

"What is the name of your friend?" Lexa demanded. "Now!"

"Yuan."