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...
The atmosphere was intense as the Tower of Polis cast it's midday shadow over the arena. The seven Nightbloods who were to fight in the conclave walked onto a wooden stage to be greeted by Gaia. She held a copper urn in her hands, inside of which lay seven stones with the clan sigil of each Natblida carved upon them. One by one she pulled each stone from the urn and announced who would face who in the conclave. With the absence of Luna Kom Floukru, an uneven number of Nightbloods were now fighting. It was decided that the last three stones left in the urn would be the warriors to fight as a group. Azgeda would battle Yujleda, Trishanakru would fight Floukru, that left Delfikru, Sangedakru and Trikru in the battle of the three. I'd hoped that Lexa's first round would have been one on one, that fates would at least allow her this kindness, but to no avail. I stood with Skaikru and with a heavy heart I watched the conclave commence. Blood covered the arena floor as the warrior of Floukru made light work of the Trishanakru Natblida. Aten Kom Floukru had restored the honour of his clan after Luna's failure to fight. Next saw Azgeda pitted against Yujleda. The crowds growled in disapproval as Ontari walked into the open. She never once flinched, her composure stone cold. As a Natblida not trained in Polis she fought with less control than her Yujleda opponent. Her attacks were heavy and full of rage, but this made her no less deadly. Nia had trained her well, she'd trained her to win at all costs even if that meant fighting without a certain amount of honour. Ontari had blinded the Yujleda warrior with her sword, yet still toyed with him before finally ending his life. It was uncomfortable to watch, but seemed to leave a smile upon the face of Queen Nia. The call for the battle of the three sounded as the Nightbloods from Delfikru, Sangedakru and Trikru walked into the arena. Lexa was the last to appear, her head held high, ready to fight. As each warrior readied their weapons, awaiting the order to attack, I felt cold. I wanted to walk away from what I was about to witness, but I knew she needed me there, watching over her as she fought for our future.
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Gaia gave the order for the fight to commence and within seconds each warrior took an attack stance. The tension built as they paused for what seemed like an eternity, assessing the opposition. The stillness was broken as the Delfikru Natblida nodded to the man from Sangedakru, both moving to attack Lexa. It was clear what was happening, they had agreed to work together to take down their strongest opponent before they fought one on one. It was a wise move, tactical, but with a feel of dishonour about it. Lexa quickly realised what was happening and readied herself for the onslaught. They were relentless, the scimitar sword of Sangedakru slicing at the Trikru warrior as Delfikru thrusted her spear at Lexa. I couldn't bear to watch as she deflected each weapon, unable to gain an attacking position. Lexa held them off for as long as her body would allow until the spike of the spear caught her in the shoulder. The Delfikru girl leaned her body weight into it in an attempt to cause as much damage as possible. The crown gasped in horror at the sight, awaiting the fall of Lexa Kom Trikru. I felt sick to my stomach, like my world was about to end. Lexa reeled back and dropped her sword. She swiftly grabbed the spear with both hands, pushing against her opponent, forcing it out of her shoulder and out of the grasp of the Delfikru warrior. Even though she was injured Lexa was much stronger than her opponent. Within seconds of Lexa holding the spear in her hand she swept it through the air, slicing the sharp end of it across the throat of the Delfikru Natblida. The girl dropped to her knees holding her neck, unable to breathe as black blood flowed from the wound, her life slowly ebbing away. Lexa swiftly turned to see the warrior from Sangedakru running at her to attack. She took the briefest of moments to steady her aim and to control the pain coming from her shoulder. She threw the spear straight at his body, hitting him square in the chest, the force of it knocking him backwards to the ground. Lexa walked towards him and stood over his body. His breathing was shallow, blood running from his chest and his mouth. She took a hold of the spear that was still sticking out of his body and drove it through him ending his life. Both Natblidas were dead. The crowd cheered for the Trikru warrior, but Lexa looked mournful in her victory. My heart went out to her as she stood fighting back the pain and exhaustion in the middle of this adulation. For Lexa all she could see was more bloodshed on the horizon. This fight was far from over.
