An alternative telling of The 100 story. Clarke Kom Skaikru is born of the Earth, a warrior who's ancestors once dwelt amongst the stars.
Skaikru have lived on the ground for the past fifty years, seeking a balance with those who survived a nuclea...
Silence filled the room as the gravity of the situation overwhelmed us all. My mother became our leader after my father died, but had never met the Commander in her younger days after coming to Earth. Still she bowed her head with an enormous sense of respect for the deceased man who lay before us all. I remember how she told me that my father and Commander Takoma had met on many occasions and they'd always thought highly of each other. They were both men of conviction, men of the people. It was decided that delivering the news of Heda's fate should be handled by the people of his own clan, the people of the woods. "Octavia has a good relationship with Trikru, she will be able to set up a meeting with their Kru Heda," spoke my mother. No sooner had the words left her lips, Bellamy rushed into med bay with a sense of urgency about him, "You may not have to wait to speak with Trikru. Lincoln and two warriors just rode into Arkadia. You're not gonna like this." Lincoln was well respected Trikru warrior and healer. Bellamys sister, Octavia had struck up a friendship with him which eventually led to a romantic relationship. At times I envied what they shared. They loved without restraint, completely devoted to each other. We followed Bellamy outside to meet with the Trikru warriors, there eyes were full of concern, "My apologies for visiting unannounced but this couldn't wait," Lincoln spoke. "What is it? What's wrong?" I queried. His reply was a solemn one, "War is coming, Skaigada. Azgeda are about to break The Treaty of Polis. Nia wants control of The Capital." My mother shook her head in disbelief, "How? They don't even have a Natblida as leader. Nia has no rightful claim over Polis!" Lincoln continued, "It would seem she has been training one in secret, a girl by the name of Ontari. We caught Prince Roan and his warriors trespassing upon our lands. He claims they were banished for objecting to her course of action. Roan states that her intentions are clear. Flame or no Flame, she wants an Ice Nation Commander seated upon that throne." I wasn't sure if what I held in my hand would be a solution or a complication in light of Lincolns warning. I knew it would change everything for the clans, maybe even prevent a war. I opened my hand to show the Trikru warriors The Flame resting upon my palm, "If war is brewing, then we'll need to get this to Polis sooner rather than later." Lincoln's eyes widened, his gaze fixated upon the sacred infinity symbol etched upon The Flame. He knew in his heart what it was, that The Spirit Of The Commander had finally come home to his people.
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The situation was explained to the Trikru warriors and they were taken to see the body of Commander Takoma to pay their respects. Afterwards we discussed our next step in this matter. My mother denounced the Azgeda threat and offered our support to Polis should Queen Nia march against The Capital. She and Bellamy would remain in Arkadia to make the necessary preparations with our war council. I offered to ride with Octavia and Lincoln to Trikru territory, to deliver the body of Commander Takoma back to his people and to hand over The Flame to their Kru Heda. As I changed my clothing and gathered supplies, I began to feel exhausted from the days events. My mother approched me as I prepared to leave, "I can send Bellamy with Octavia. You don't have to bear this burden, Clarke." I smiled back at her, "The war council needs Bellamys guidance, besides you always taught me to see things through until the end." Abby cupped my cheek with her hand and smiled back, "You are your father's daughter. He would have been so proud of the woman you've become." Hearing those words felt so bittersweet. I would have given anything to have known my father. Pulling my mother closer, I hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I believe he'd be so proud of the woman he married and the leader she's become." A tear fell from her eye as she kissed me on the forehead, "Be careful out there. Show respect but not weakness." I nodded and climbed upon my horse, "May we meet again." Abby returned my parting words as I rode away from Arkadia, the journey to the lands of The Woods Clan so full of anticipation and apprehension. I checked my pocket to make sure The Flame was safe, hoping that this tiny piece of Grounder history could help to prevent any conflict The Ice Nation wished to instigate. Come nightfall the matter would no longer be my responsibility, it would reside with the Kru Heda of Trikru, the warrior known as Lexa.
