She sits and waits for me in the dark recesses of my mind, this primal force that now wishes to walk beside me. Maybe she she's always been a part of me, biding her time, waiting for the moment I call upon her.
She's the voice I hear in my dreams, the one that tells me it's ok to let the darkness out. She rises from the fire and takes my hand, leading me down a treacherous path I don't know I can ever return from.
Known by many names both ancient and new, they call her Wanheda, The Commander of Death. She is my shadow self, my savage nature, the real truth of who I am. Wanheda rises and she's hungry for her place in this broken world.
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The Rise Of Wanheda.
FanfictionClarkes missing three months in the wilderness after Mount Weather.
