Wanheda

(Time skip)

After months of living in the wilderness, and stopping at a trading area from time to time, I find out I'm being hunted. But not just by one person, but by everyone. I'm known as Wanheda: The commander of death. And if anyone captures me they will kill me, because they believe killing me will give them my power. But I don't have any power. All I feel is guilt for killing all those people at Mount Weather. I don't want to be known for that.

One night, as I'm leaving the trading area I feel a go over my head. I try to kick and struggle, but whoever is holding me is strong. "Stop fighting Wanheda." A man says. He takes the bag off my head. "Where are you going to take me?" I ask him. "You will see." We walk for hours, and by the time we stop the sun has risen. He gets some water from the lake, and even though my hands are tied together I can still partially use them. I grab his knife from his holster in his pants and try to stab him. He turns around and grabs my arm. Before I can react I'm underwater. After I think I'm going to die from drowning, he pulls me back up. "You're not going to kill me that easily was wanheda." He says.

After what feels like days of walking he takes me to a huge tower. At this point I've excepted my fate. At least I wouldn't have to live with guilt. In the tower we go up an elevator, and I try one last time to stab him. He easily gets the knife from me. He puts the bag back over my head. Once we get out of the elevator he shoves me down to my knees. He takes the bag off my head. And I recognize the person in front of me. It's the last person I'd ever want to see. "Hello Clarke." Lexa says. "The deal was for you to bring her to me unharmed." Lexa says to the man behind me. I had cuts and bruises everywhere from trying to escape. "She didn't come easy." He replies. "I'd expect not." She says. "I've done my part. Now you do yours. Lift my banishment." He says to Lexa. "I'm told your mothers army will march on Polis." "That has nothing to do with me. Honor our deal." He says. "I'll honor our deal when the queen of azgeda honors my coalition. Lock Prince Roan of Azgeda up!" Lexa orders to her guards. They take him away. Help her up." She tells her remaining guards. She takes the gag out of my mouth. "Sorry, but it had to be this way. I couldn't let Wanheda fall into the hands of the ice queen. War is brewing Clarke. I need you." Now she needs me? After she left us all to die when I needed her. I spit in her face. "You bitch!" I scream at her as I'm taken away. "You wanted the commander of death, you've got her!"

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