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...
I stayed with Lexa in her chambers that night, attended to her injuries that still proved to be painful and for a time lost myself with the woman who's life would now be so very different than before. I hoped in my heart the devotion we shared with each other could bear the burden of what we faced. As the night subsided and the sun rose into the sky, the first snowfall fell from the heavens. Winter had come early to the lands of Polis. It felt apt considering the deed at hand. Queen Nia and the leaders of Podakru, Ouskejonkru and Louwoda Kliron had been informed of their fate the previous night. Lexa had delivered the message herself, looked them in the eyes only to find a lack of remorse in return. We gathered in the courtyard next to Polis Tower as the accused and their Generals were brought out into the open. Nia looked up at the light snowfall and smiled, as though a piece of her homeland was their to say it's farewells. As the shackled traitors were pushed to their knees, Lexa stepped forward, "Nashua Kom Ouskejonkru, Senoia Kom Podakru, Hektor Kom Louwoda Kliron and Queen Nia Kom Azgeda you and your Generals have all been deemed to be traitors of Polis. Your attack on The Capital dishonours your clan and The Spirit Of The Commander. The price for such an act is death. What say you?" Nia looked at the others who had accepted their fate and remained silent. Full of pride, she grinned up at Lexa, "The only dishonour here is yet another Trikru Commander. This city hasn't had real leadership since Ottawa Kom Azgeda sat upon that throne. You have no idea what it takes to be Heda, what you will be forced to sacrifice." She gave me the briefest of glances before looking back at Lexa and continuing, "Mark my words, you will fall, Lexa Kom Trikru, like your father and your mother before you. Now, get it over with!" Lexa scowled at her through her warpaint, "You have no honour, Ice Queen. It won't be my blade that takes your head today, you aren't worthy of my sword. None of you are. Will the representatives of these four clans step forward." Each presented themselves and each were handed a sword, "The accused are your kin, take their heads, solidify your vow to Polis. Blood must have blood." Lexa leaned over to Nia and whispered, "Just so you know, your fate was at yours sons request. Goodbye Nia." Lexa stepped away as one by one the new clan leaders of Podakru, Ouskejonkru, Louwoda Kliron and Azgeda executed the traitors. Amidst the crimson blood now splashed upon a white blanket of snow, a Prince became a King and a Commander became a visionary leader of the first coaliton of clans.
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After the execution, Lexa had spent the rest of the day with the Clan leaders and Gaia, changing The Treaty of Polis to The Law of The Coalition. Each clan leader appointed an Ambassador from their clan to remain in The Capital at all times. A War Council was formed to begin to formulate a plan of attack. There was no doubt in her mind of Mount Weather's intentions, but the solution to fighting an army that used excessive fire power was proving problematic. Swords and spears would always fail against guns and technology. I watched the snow fall from the window of The Commanders chambers as the sun gave way to the moon. My mind raced with all manner of things, but most of all the uncertainty of what part I had to play in the troubled times that lay ahead. My thoughts were broken as Lexa entered the room, still dressed in her armour. I immediately smiled, watching intently as this beautiful, warrior woman approached me and without pause placed her lips upon mine. I ran my fingertips over her shoulder armour and grinned into our kiss, causing Lexa to break away. "I'm still getting use to it," Lexa said. "You wear it well, Commander," I replied flirtatiousley as Lexa returned a smile. We turned to look out of the window, Lexa pulled me into a warm embrace. I felt safe in her arms, like the cruelty of the world couldn't touch us. "Have you made your decision about staying in Polis as Skaikru's Ambassador?" Lexa asked. "The clans and The Order may see it as a conflict of interest," I replied. "You are the logical choice for such a position, any issues the clans or The Order have with your seat as Ambassador can be brought directly to their Heda," she spoke defiantly, causing me to feel a flush of pride. As we stood watching the snow fall, I felt my mind cast back to that day I discovered Commander Takoma. I had never expected my life to take such a turn, to be standing here in The Capital as a part of Grounder history. Most of all I never expected to find love. Lexa had changed my world. She was a part of me, like we were somehow destined to meet and loose our hearts to each other. I knew what we faced wouldn't be easy, that in the days to come we would be tested, mind, body and soul. "Are you worried about what we face, Skaigada?" Lexa asked with concern, calling me by the name she once knew me as. "I won't allow fear to dictate to me. I say let them come for us, let them try and tear down our armies. No matter how it all ends, we stand together, Heda." My resolve, unwavering. The snow began to fall heavier over Polis, a blanket of white now covering the land. It was a beautiful image, so still and calm, a semblance of peace before the storm. This would be a fight for our future, Grounders against Mountain Men, a Nightblood against the Shadow Bloods. The fires of war were about to be lit and the call for blood could be heard echoing into the night. Jus Drien Jus Daun!
