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...
Every day Lexa trained and every night I found my way to her bed. I'd ease her aching body and troubled mind, even though my own head filled with despair at the prospect of losing her in the conclave. This admiration, the respect we shared had now shifted into so much more, something out of our control. We had lost our hearts to each other, fallen in love at a time when a future together seemed so uncertain. As we lay underneath the furs of her bed, our bodies wrapped around each other, I felt Lexa's fingertips gently tracing the contours of my body. It felt like heaven, like sparks of electricity racing over my skin. I smiled, "If you keep touching me like that neither of us will find sleep tonight." A grin played upon Lexa's lips, "Maybe sleep is overrated, Skaigada." Her voice was full of intension as her eyes caught mine with a hooded gaze. "Keeping you awake all night isn't gonna help you win your conclave when that sun rises in the morning." I replied defiantly. She pulled me closer and placed her lips upon mine, "If this is to be my last night on Earth, I wouldn't want it any other way." I could feel the tears begin well in my eyes, trying with all the strength I had to hold them back. I turned away from her stare to hide my sorrow but it was futile, "The thought of losing you to this insane tradition is tearing me a part, Lexa." She frowned at my frustration, full of concern as she tried to calm my heart, "Hey, hey... Clarke, look at me..." I turned to face her once again as she contiuned, "...This is what I've trained for all of my life, to be a fighter to survive at all costs. I'm not ready for death to take me just yet." Her words were followed by a soft, reassuring smile. After wiping the tears from my eyes, Lexa kissed me. It was a kiss that was full of so many emotions, desire, love, hope and devotion. She was mine and I was her's. In a world full of so much violence, love had found a way to unite our hearts. As Lexa's kiss urged our bodies into something more, I felt complete in her arms. We lost ourselves in each other's touch, heated, full of need, leaving us breathless in the wake of this intense desire. "I love you." I whispered next to her ear, the words purring off my lips. Lexa took a brief moment to pause, to look into my eyes, as though she was searching my soul, "I love you too, Skygirl." She smiled before consuming me in her kiss. After our bodies were satisfied I watched as Lexa fell asleep in my arms, but for me I was unable to find such peace. I begged the sun not to rise, for the night to hold back the dawn for as long as possible, but even love can't stop the world from turning. The first rays of morning light beamed across Lexa as she slept. She looked so serene, so beautiful. It was a bittersweet vision, for the dawn light brought a promise of bloodshed and the possibility that I may loose the woman I had fallen in love with, the fire in my soul.
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Crowds had already gathered in the arena to witness the dawn of a new age of Grounder society. The horn to announce the conclave sounded out from the top of Polis Tower, for me it was an unwelcome sound. All Kru Heda's participating had chosen their replacement clan leaders should they perish in combat. Prince Roan attended with his warrior's, still uncertain of his future with Azgeda. His mother, Queen Nia and those leaders who were still prisoners of Polis, were brought to the arena to bear witness to the conclave. Their fate now in the hands of the next Commander to rise from the imminent bloodshed. Every Natblida visited the armoury of Polis to collect their weapons of choice, all bar Lexa. She stood in silence in a private room, holding the sword that she always kept by her side. As I entered the room, I looked on to see the woman I loved dressed for battle, black warpaint running down her face. She was focused, strong, like the warrior I fought beside to protect Polis. Lexa felt my presence by her side, but continued to look at the blade she held in her hands, "This was my mother's sword. My father had it made for her as a gift." She sounded so solemn as I watched her hand glide across the steel. "Your mother would be so proud of you, as would your father," I softly spoke. The door to the room opened and Anya entered, "Lexa, it's time." Lexa nodded as Anya left us to grasp at the few minutes we had left before the conclave commenced. We stood and tried with all of our might to be strong for each other. Lexa drew a deep breath before looking deep into my eyes, "No matter what, I'll always be with you, Clarke." Gently placing her hand upon my cheek, Lexa drew me closer to her lips. We kissed each other as though it was our first and our last. Into the kiss I uttered the words of my ancestors, the words we say when those we love are about to leave, "May we meet again, Lexa Kom Trikru." She breathed them in and returned my gesture, "May we meet again, Clarke Kom Skaikru." And with that she turned and walked away to meet with destiny.
