Manifest Destiny

By: Ryu Niiyama

This is a small three shot that hit me after seeing the end scene of Wanheda being presented to Heda.

The Heda looked out from the balcony of her tower, watching the work that the Ice Nation threatened to annihilate. They had peace; the mountain was silent, but instead of trying to build higher, the Ice Nation wanted to tear everything away. The Heda was furious at the thought of her legacy, of her people being destroyed by such arrogance. Yet as the Heda seethed at the Ice Nation, Leksa could only see Klark. Klark's tortured face as she did what needed to be done to ensure that the Trikru would survive; Klark's dead, bruised face as Roan presented her. Leksa wanted to be grateful for the light that leapt into Klark's eyes as she realized who ordered her capture, yet sky blue burned in hatred and anger, no longer the soft sweet eyes of her Klark. Instead it was Wanheda, her greatest weapon, her greatest weakness that stared back.

Leksa had hoped had dreamed that she could reach her golden skiprisa, the words "I need you" being the most honest Leska had felt like she'd ever been. They had been an offering, a supplication that the Heda couldn't offer but that Leksa would do anything to give. Leksa had lost love once, and Klark was so much more than that…the skaiprisa was her soul. But Wanheda could not stomach such soft words, and she spat them back at Leksa and challenged the Heda.

If the Heda hadn't yearned for both Klark and Wanheda with the fires of a thousand missiles, she would have ended Klark for her threats, but Heda and Leska both would give her time. Klark's path was meant to be alongside Leksa, and Wanheda could only kneel to Heda. Heda gripped the balustrade and a different Klark appeared in her mind; one she had yet to see but she would burn the world to possess. The Klark in her mind was her ai prisa, her sky blue eyes warm with need and affection. Her ai prisa was beautiful, her golden mane sleek and shining, her skin clean and scented with oils as she lay in the furs of the Heda's bed, longing for her Heda's touch, craving her Leksa's kisses.

She would give her ai prisa everything; the Heda would offer her the head of the Ice queen and make the Skaikru one with Trikru, the Heda would command her ai prisa's love and she would have it. Leksa would offer Wanheda her heart and her beautiful weapon would be hers to level at their enemies. The Heda would bind Klark to her forever and there would be no one that didn't know that the skaiprisa was hers and hers alone. With Klark by her side Leksa would finally know peace and Heda would make the coalition into one nation. That was her true goal, her true destiny but she needed Wanheda at her side to do it.

She would have to break Wanheda to protect Klark, she would have to temper that fire to a weapon that could cut off the head of the Ice Nation. She would have to claim Klark in order to put Wanheda to the hammer. A small part of Leksa wondered if Klark would ever forgive her, but the Heda didn't care for Leksa's weakness. Klark belonged to the Heda, there was no other place for her except by her side and the Heda would not be denied her ai prisa. The Heda moved back into her chambers to prepare to take her nation and the woman that belonged to her. So the Heda commanded…so it would be.

Mostly minor edits at this point (hammered this out this morning) read and review please.

Your Neighborhood Friendly Dragon,

R. Niiyama