Flash forward. (Lexa/You)

Chapter 15//Darkness.

It was a literally hell, bullet after bullet, sword after sword. People were dying left and right, amongst those people were a couple I was close with. I could mourn later, me crying now wouldn't help the people alive.

Octavia and I were among the few that weren't using guns on our side, there was no way I was picking one up and using it against people that didn't have them. I wanted Azegda to lose fair, I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of even coming close too. 

They deserved whatever painful end was coming their way, I would see to it. There was no way any of them were getting out of this, Clarke and Lexa left hours ago. They should be back at camp by now, hopefully they are both ok. 

This power thing can be a burden and neither of them wanted it. that's why I felt so bad. I caused both of them to live with this. But it does seem that they are grateful they aren't dead. I would figure out a way to make them better, find a way so they didn't have to live with these powers. That's the least I could do, but one problem at a time. 

A grounder ran over to me swinging his sword I moved out of the way right before it would've hit me, it would've ended up splitting me in half. I moved over and swung my sword down on him stabbing right through his heart. He was dead. Forever. 

Attempt after attempt, they tried nobody even coming close, maybe the first guy, but not the rest. They stood no chance, they were warriors, that doesn't make them good, they are just aggressive. To open, I learned that a long time ago, from Lexa. The thought of Lexa and what they've done to her, and kept trying to do dawned on me. Suddenly I didn't feel so bad for any of the men I killed. 

They had tried over and over again to dethrone their commander with no excuse except that of they wanted power. That wasn't good enough, power makes people do crazy things, but have you seen Lexa do crazy things? No. And if she has she was doing it for her people, sure Nia was looking out for hers. But they were safe! Lexa was looking after them, there was no indication that her people were in imminent danger. 

Every grounder I killed was like chipping away at Nia, she cared about her people yes. But she was a narcissist she would always matter to herself before anyone else would. That was the sad cold truth, and if I had time I would much rather turn her own people against rather than kill them, but I knew not of their strength of loyalness to their fated queen. 

Just like that, one, two, three, four, soon I lost count, grounders hit the ground. Over and over again dropping like flies left and right. Then repeat. The battle went into the night and there was still no sign of the great and forever living (still) queen Nia. Would you look at this, the battle the witch always wanted and she wasn't even here to witness the ass kicking of a life time. 

Go figure. I wanted to kill her, in my blind rage I wanted to slit her throat. I wanted to make her pay for everything she's ever done. I was filled to the brim with hatred and that doesn't mix well with me. 

It's dangerous, but she had what every was coming her way, she CHOOSE to do the things she did. Nobody made that choice for her, all the things she did were beginning to come back to haunt her. I wanted to be the one that found her, make her pay. Give her head to Lexa. 

But then thoughts of Lexa filled me, I calmed down. I still had that lingering rage but it wasn't as bad as before. Lexa had many chances to kill Nia, not only chances but plenty of reasons. After everything she'd done to her she hadn't killed her. I wasn't Lexa, I didn't  need to be like her. She had far more patience than I did. I was going to kill Nia that was what I settled on.

I got away from the group looking around, I search the surrounding woods looking for the older woman. I had a feeling she wasn't going to be in the village. I searched the area for minutes and nothing turned up. The battle was still going on, it was really hard to tell who was winning because it was just one big blood bath. They had it coming. I tried pushing the thoughts away.