Clarke of Many People

Chapter 1

"Attack! Now!" I yelled as the door finally opened. Roars of the warriors approval were yelled behind me, their weapons waving in the air. I almost gave are relieved smile at the thought of finally going inside to get my friends.

"Chil yo daun!" The grounders behind me silenced as the recognized the voice. My head whipped to the side to see Lexa walking in my direction with her guards around her. Emerson was by her side, walking as if he was her equal. I only froze for a few seconds.

"What is this?" My confusion was unmistakable. Voices were yelling all around us. Then the door to the mountain opened even further without anyone from the outside touching it. More shouts. Then, a grounder man and woman covered with a blanket stepped out. Another man followed. My confusion grew as more and more grounders emerged from the mountain. Many, if not all, were dirty and bruised. They looked very weak, unkempt, and malnourished. My eyes continued to look for my friends before I looked back at Lexa. "They're surrendering?" The thought of their surrender was unbelievable to me, but I couldn't help but hope.

"Not quite." Emerson finally spoke. He looked very smug. I glanced at him for a few moments before turning my attention to the young woman beside him. Lexa's face was impassive, not revealing anything.

"What did you do?" My voice was only a broken whisper as dread began to fill my body. Out of the countless scenarios I had thought about, this was not one of them. This was the scenario that everybody wanted me to think about, but I absolutely refused to think that it would actually happen.

"What you would have done... Save my people." Lexa was still void of emotions.

"Where are my people?" My voice gave a slight warning. Not that I could do anything without her killing me. What she said did not sound promising to my people.

"I'm sorry Clarke. They were not part of the deal." I looked at both Emerson and Lexa before looking at the ground trying to make sense of what was happening. Lexa cut Emerson's ties.

"You made the right choice Commander." Emerson's voice was pleased. Victorious. That bastard! The urge to smack the smirk off his face was overwhelming. He walked past the grounders coming out and waited by the door. The smirk never left his face. Lexa's eyes followed him vigilantly. Lincoln walked up from where he was standing.

"What is this?" He was just as confused as I was. Suddenly, it became difficult to breathe as I realized that this was really happening. My god this was actually happening. I felt like I would start hyperventilating due to the panic that had now taken place in me.

"Your Commander has made a deal." With your enemy, I silently finished in my head. Lincoln seemed to understand what I meant after a moment.

"What about the prisoners from the Ark?" I was still looking at Lexa. Her eyes seemed to be trying to say something but she didn't react. The blood splattered on her face made her seem so different from the young woman who had kissed me in the tent.

"They'll all be killed... but you don't care about that do you?" I said almost accusingly. I didn't expect her to answer so fast.

"I do care Clarke." Her voice was softer than before. It didn't sound like she was talking about my people. She has never regarded my people with such gentleness. I thought about the moment she kissed me in the tent. When I felt something I hadn't felt since I had first met Finn. I liked Lexa. A lot. "But I made this decision with my head, not my heart." Her eyes searched my face for any sign of understanding. "The duty to protect my people comes first."

"Please don't do this!" Though my voice was a whisper, I know she heard me. For a moment, I saw a flicker of emotion in the commander's eyes.

"Please Commander! Let us fight!" Lincoln was pleading as well, no doubt for Octavia.