The third book in the Ascension Series.
After the destruction of Mount Weather and the end of The Shadow Bloods, Commander Lexa mourns the loss of Clarke Griffin.
Unbeknownst to Lexa, Clarke survived the fall of The Mountain and has made the heartbr...
We kept our distance and waited until nightfall for her forces to take their rest before making our move. Lincoln and Gustus held back with Lexa's Sentries should our parley with The Queen turn into something more than a civil conversation. I followed Lexa into the den of the wolf along with Luna, Indra and Anya. "Keep your blades sheathed unless she moves to attack. We're here for information not bloodshed," Lexa ordered. As soon as we rode into their camp, Freya's warriors alerted her Generals and were met with aggression. We were surrounded, weapons trained upon us. "I am Commander Lexa of The Thirteen Clans and I'm here to speak with your Queen!" Lexa called out. I recognised Freya's General from the oil rig as he approached. "SENKE VÅPNENE DINE!" He shouted, ordering his warriors to lower their weapons. "A Commander without an army, you are either a fool or a liar," he mocked. Lexa's remained stoic, "What or who I am concerns only your Queen not her henchmen. Now, if you're done wasting my time, I have much to discuss with her." Freya's General looked furious, but held his tongue as he led us to Queen Freya's tent. Before entering he took our weapons and gave us a warning, "We live and die for our Queen, choose your words wisely, Commander." Lexa didn't reply. The five of us walked into the domain of The Nordic Queen. She sat upon a wooden throne carved with the intricacies of Viking knotwork. Surrounding her were banners bearing the mark of The Second Dawn. Dressed in furs and armour, her face bearing fearsome warpaint, Freya was a foreboding sight. She allowed silence to hang in the air before finally speaking, "So you are The Great Commander Lexa. I've been looking forward to this moment."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"If you are aware of my leadership, then you are aware you march upon my lands," Lexa sternly replied. "Who these lands are ruled by is irrelevant to me. Soon all of this will be ash. My interest lies in The Capital you call Polis and what lies beneath it." Freya spoke. "For someone who is new to our shores you seem to know much about us," Queried Lexa, already searching for the information we needed. "We know more than you think. We are the Twelve Viking Clans of The Second Dawn," Freya announced proudly. "Indeed, and we are the Thirteen Clans of Becca Pramheda," Lexa sternly replied. The Queen grinned at Lexa and motioned to her General. He stepped forward with a large sack and emptied it out in front of Lexa. From it rolled the severed heads of Floukru warriors including that of Chief Aila. "Now you are Twelve Clans," Queen Freya uttered. Luna pushed forward in anger at the brutal death of a woman she held so much respect for but was held firmly back by Indra. Lexa never once flinched, keeping her composure even though I knew she wanted Freya dead. Freya continued, "They were offered the same deal as the two from the oil rig that stand with you, guide us to what we seek and we will offer a place of safety to a chosen few. All but one refused, Ambassador Argento. He was very informative about you and the lands we seek. Such a shame one of the Chiefs of this dead clan cut him down for his betrayal." Lexa breathed deeply, "You may very well know the exact location of our Capital, march your warriors towards it and call for war, but none of that matters unless you can find the bunker of The Second Dawn. You will still burn in what's to come."
