Through 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...
The injured were taken care of and the bodies of the dead were burned. Our fatalities were minimal, a testament to such strong leadership. Lexa gather her Generals and the clan war chiefs to discuss moving forward. She was furious by Azgeda's attack and made sure we all readied our warriors to march as soon as the snow storm lifted. Poor visibility in lands that were not our own made our advances problematic. Warriors stood watch over our camp through the night, ever ready to face Azgeda should they move against us once more. Costia had insisted that Lexa have her injuries attended to, but I knew she would not find rest that night, a warrior rarely finds sleeps after combat. The next morning didn't see an end to the poor weather conditions. We were prepared to march in an instant but were left only with the anticipation of what was to come. All was quite until one of our warriors called out, "HEDA! RIDERS!" Our armies readied themselves, but only three men emerged out of the mist. This was not an attack it was a message brought by Queen Nia's son, Prince Roan. Lexa allowed them to approach under a watchful eye. We escorted them to Heda's tent to deliver what could only be described as a warning. As Lexa sat upon her throne she listened to The Prince ask for her surrender. The battle we fought would be nothing compared to what would face us should we cross into Rockline territory. Lexa's stance on the matter was clear, "We will march through the lands of Rockline and decimate those who stand in our way. Then your lands will be next. I ask you, Prince Roan, when your traitorous mother is at the end of my sword where will you be? Bleeding next to her or on your knees asking for my forgiveness?" Roan knew he could not shake Lexa's resolve. She ordered our warriors to escort him and his riders out of our compound. If Nia craved death then death is what we would bring, but the Ice Queen had a plan Lexa could never have imagined. It would be the catalyst that changed the life of my Trikru Heda.
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The evening rolled in as did a dark presence that night. The things war drives us to do, the person it turns us into, is a far cry from who we ever intended to be. This could be said for leaders and soliders alike. Love can be a shining beacon through the desolation of battle. It can save our souls or tear them a part. This was no different for Lexa. It was no secret to our people that Costia not only fought to honour our Heda but that she also shared Lexa's bed. If our allies knew then it was highly likely so did our enemies. As the dawn light broke through and the mists had ceased to plagued us, we prepared to push forward into enemy territory. Lexa approached me, concerned that Costia was missing from her tent this morning. The Plains Rider and been restless, unable to sleep in the night and decided to walk it off in the cold night air. That was the last time Lexa saw her. We walked to find her horse. No Plains Rider would go anywhere without their steed. What we found was unsettling. Her horse was still tethered in the usual place, but seemed spooked as though something bad had happened there. Upon further investigation into the treeline, we discovered the ground was splattered with blood. There were signs of a struggle, two maybe three assailants judging by the footprints in the snow. Their victim had been restrained and dragged further into the forest until eventually being taken away on horseback. All that remained was a piece of parchment with the sigil of Ingranronakru nailed to a tree. Through it was cross written in blood. The message couldn't have been bolder, Lexa's Plains Girl was now in the hands of Azgeda. If she wasn't already dead, she soon would be. I had no words to offer Lexa that she wanted to hear. She ripped the parchment from the tree, her fury building with every second that passed. Turning to face me she spoke with rage in her voice , "Gather our forces, we march within the hour! I want Nia's head!"
