CLARKE:
I knew our plan was flawed, but there was no other way to halt the grounders attacking us. Their message was simple, 'leave or die!' I had to try something. The possible solution of saving their people from the fate of the Reaper drug was all I could offer, that and an alliance with their Commander.
I'd heard she wasn't much older than me, a strong leader with conviction. Maybe the two of us could find a way to create a unity between our people instead of trying to kill each other. To be a leader of so many people filled me with hope that she must also posses reasoning as well as a stoic strength.
Waking from Camp Jaha to meet with The Commander gave me time to think what it must have been like to become a feared and respected leader at such a young age. I thought of my own path since landing on Earth and how, unknowingly I'd began to lead what was left of The Hundred. Maybe to some degree, Commander Lexa and I weren't so different. It seems fate had decided this was to be our path.
Each step I took I became wary of meeting this warrior, this leader of armies. Maybe we were always destined to meet in this life for good or ill. Maybe we would stand together to face The Mountain Men or maybe there would be no resolution and we would continue fight each other. I didnt know what the future held for me and Commander Lexa, I only hoped we could find common ground to survive this world.
Standing at The Commanders tent, a large grounder warrior warned me against any disrespect to his Heda. He pulled back the cover and I cautiously walked through to meet this Commander of the grounder clans. Fear and hope filled my heart. I prayed she would allow me to walk out of there with the prospect of peace, two girls leading their people to a better life.
LEXA:
I've never been one to fear change or the unknown. My life has been nothing but overcoming challenge after challenge. The arrival of the Sky People with their guns and technology has proven to be problematic, but I hear their leader has a certain strength about her. They call her Clarke, this sky girl who managed to burn three hundred of my warriors alive. I don't know if I should kill her or be impressed by her actions. Of course every action has a price in this world, Jus drein jus daun, blood must have blood.
She comes to me with an offer of peace and a possible alliance. I have no use for their guns and have a deep suspicion of their technology and mindset. They are more like the Mountain Men than us, but maybe I should use that. Fight fire with fire.
As I finish marking my skin with my warpaint, I look in the mirror at the black lines that run down my face. A choice that goes back to my conclave. I wear it with pride to remind myself and my enemies I have battled and spilt blood to become Commander.
Moving to seat myself upon my throne I utter no words, not even to Indra as she stands beside me. I play with the sharp blade in my hands and think back to the day Anya gave it to me when I was her second. Her spirit will be honoured.
I nod to my warriors, indicating that I'm ready to meet this leader from the sky. I'll greet her with a curious apprehension, intrigued by what she has to say. I wonder in some ways if were not to dissimilar, just from different worlds. However this turns out I cant help but feel there is tumultuous times ahead for me and this sky girl.
