The bond between a warrior and her second is based on respect and strength. I had known Lexa since she was born. We were both from Alexandria, a well respected Trikru village my father was chief of. Lexa's parents honoured my father by naming her after our home, forever connecting her to these lands.
As she grew I saw a girl who had nothing but wonder for the world around her, a true spirit of the forest and a destiny not many of us had the honour of facing. Lexa was born a Nightblood, a sacred genetic line that hailed back to the first Commander, Becca Pramheda. Even though I knew that one day she would leave our clan to follow the legacy of her blood, I made the decision to become her mentor and train her. I always saw great potential in this wide eyed girl of the forest, even in the darkest of times through the loss of her mother and father to war, she maintained a strength unlike anything I'd ever seen. She always stood strong like the trees of our lands. Lexa's dedication was unrivalled. She had the ability to adapt quickly to combat, strategy and the brutal training we put our warriors through. She was truly wise beyond her years. I knew Lexa's path would soon lead her away from the heart of the forest, but I felt great comfort in knowing she was prepared to face her destiny head on.
When the day arrived for Lexa to leave her clan and commence her Commanders training in Polis we took a walk through the woods to say our goodbyes. This was the first time I had seen her mind clouded by doubt. She had no fear of death should she lose her conclave to become Commander, rather she worried about what it meant if she should win, "What if I'm not good enough to be Heda, to be the Commander people expect me to be?"
Her words were so unlike this brave, confident warrior I had raised and trained.
My answer was simple, "We Trikru woman never settle for anything other than victory. When you are Heda you will be the kind of leader you want to be, not what others expect. Lexa Kom Trikru will forge her own path. You will be a Commander unlike any other, of that I have no doubt."
Here we said our farewells, no hugs, no tears that was not our way. As she rode away to Polis she turned one last time to see me and nodded, a gesture that said more than any words could. It was more than duty to train Lexa Kom Trikru it was a honour.
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Two Warriors.
Fiksi PenggemarThrough the bond of a warrior and her second, an untold story of the past unfolds. Anya Kom Trikru tells us of the early life of Commander Lexa. From the young warrior of the forests of Trikru, her rise to the throne of Polis, love, loss, war and pe...
