This is a story that has Clexa, Lexa doesn't die, character death, ALIE doesn't happen because I hate that arc. If you dont like it or don't want to read it then don't. The only reason this story was written to begin with and put on here was because it has been stuck in my head for weeks now. I was slowly going crazy. Seeing something repear as a movie isn't super fun.

This is only going to be a one shot. Might make more or might not.

I don't own anything!!!

Chapter One

The sky was falling. That sounded so ridiculous to the Queen that she almost killed the scout who reported too her. She was only stopped because more than one scout was in the room and had all reported the same thing.

During some time last night a large metal pod fell into the snow covered woods near Nia's main city. It didn't light up the sky but it did create a loud boom that woke her in the middle of the night. The Queen just assumed the situation would be handled and went back to sleep.

"What would you like us to do my Queen?" The slim scout asked almost skiddishly, still afraid that the Queen would kill him for such strange and uninformative news.

The Queen tapped her long nail against her lips as she thought. If it was something from the Mountain Men then she could hopefully use it to keep the reapers and more of that ridiculous Commander's forces at bay.

She finally stopped tapping and then stared heavily at the man.

"Saddle my horse. We shall find this 'pod' that you so claim fell from the sky and if it is not found then you will find your place as a pauna hunter in the north upper most parts of my land where your delusions will never land upon my feet again," the Queens voice quiet but the deadly edge was clearly heard.

The Queen stood from her throne that was covered in her old hunting spears and the skulls of her old prey. Though she never admitted it a few of the bones that adorned her throne were from those who betrayed her during her years as Queen.

More specifically some were of the previous King who she had challenged in combat for the right of the throne.

She strode from her throne and slowly made her way higher into her palace. Each level that she passed begin to fill with more and more of her warriors. It allowed her to keep her son safe while he grew.

Though Nia was disappointed in the progress he was making. Already he was 15 years old but his skill wasn't up ro the level she wanted. He was too interested in reading history and war tactics to become the warrior she needed. The warrior that she needed to one day ruled Azgeda as King after her death. This of course would not be a problem if he actually learned what he read but he didn't.

Unlike the others who filled the majority of her army these warriors were personally vetted by herself. These warriors were extremely loyal to her. Would put their life on the line for her in an instant.

She didn't care that she had made so many enemies. It was what came with being a leader of a large group of people. Azgeda ran the largest territory in all of the Conclave.

This ment that the borders were constantly attacked from all sides, excluding the far north due to that being no mans land and if you did survive the harsh cold then it was the animals that killed you.

If what the scouts were reporting that something fell from the sky was true then the Queen could only hope that whatever it was then it would help the nation in its fight for dominance.

POV CHANGE *

The Ark had very strict rules that while normally would not be hard to follow were made difficult due to the cut backs and shortages.

The one true rule to keep the population low was the one child law. This could be called a law but there was in fact one exception to the 'law' and her name was Maleficent Griffin and she was the twin of Clarke Griffin.

Clarke was born 5 minutes before Maleficent who preferred to go by Mal by her friends though if one had to be honest she had no true friends.

Mal almost ate her twin in the womb. When Clarke was born she was extremely small and looked to be almost malnourished.

She was barely 18 inches and weighed around 5 pounds and 8 ounces. Abby and Jake Griffin were extremely concerned for their oldest child. Even though she looked small she had a small amount of bright blonde hair on her head. Her eyes would later darken to a deep rich blue. A blue that made you want to stare at for the rest of time, to almost fall into them. Her parents like to saw it was like looking up into the blue sky.

Maleficent on the other hand was an extremely large new born. She weighed almost 9 pounds, only two ounces short and was 23 inches long. Thankfully she did not cause any complications to Abby due to her large size. She had more hair on her head and while there was blonde hair this blonde was slightly darker. Her eyes were extremely off putting though. Like her sister Mal's eyes were a blue, but a blue so light they looked close to white.

Clarke was a rather rambunctious child who loved anyone and everyone. This feeling was felt in turn for her. Friends came easy to first born twin. Her and Well's became thick as thieves. One could always find one with the other.

Mal was different she was taught to be almost quiet. This wasn't because her parents loved her any less but because many on the Ark hated her. Especially those who felt that this was an extreme abuse of power by the elite and privileged. Her parents believed that if she tried to be as quiet as possible then the more unnoticed she would become.

Mal loved her sister with evey ounce of her being. While many looked on in happiness upon Clarke that look changed to almost anger when they would see Mal. Many felt that she should be placed in the sky box or should have been terminated in the womb. Clarke was almost 4 years old before she finally reached a healthy weight for her age.

While Mal was built like her father whose family was always large and mainly worked in the armed forces, dating all the way back to Markus Griffin who fought in the Greek Army around 150 B.C. almost 25 years before the fall of Greece to the Roman's.

Clarke was slim and would remain just below the average taking after Abby who was also always slim.

Mal always tried to protect her sister from those who were hurtful but when they turned five and she began to truly understand that the reason Clarke was getting dark looks was because of her, she couldnt help but back off. Her sister was like a ray of sunshine and Mal wanted her to shine.

When Mal was 6 she began to have violent bursts of anger. She never spoke of why she ever felt this way and because of that her parents didn't know that she was being bullied by a group of boys her age. Constantly these boys would follow Mal whenever they managed to find her. They would pull her hair, push her, and then the worst was their words.

This continued for years and finally Mal reached her breaking point when John Murphy had cornered her and began to tell her that she was a mistake, no one loved her and that if she wasn't born in her family she would have been just chucked out of the airlock with the trash.

John Murphy never looked the same after that day. His nose was crooked and his face was covered in small scars with the most noticeable ones being on his lip and the other a large cut on his right eyebrow.

Mal was placed in the sky box. Her small leeway that she had been given was gone. Abby was devastated but it truly broke Jake's heart because she was his little angel.

To make matters worse because Mal had been placed in the Sky box she was not allowed to see anyone. So at the age of 10 Mal became truly alone and her hate for her life and people began to grow.

The thing about the Ark was that she was old. Everything had been patched at least once. The one area that the engineers did not care too much for and rarely checked was the Sky Box. Many of the cells were barely hanging on and if one paid enough attention it would shift anytime the inmate would move.

Mal was in one of these cells. She had learned that she could walk 6 feet from the back to the front of the cell and only four steps from her bed to the wall.

Though she liked spend time by herself this was different. Now Mal couldn't spend time with her father in silence. A man that she would follow around when he worked and she was allowed to come and watch. Jake wasn't really a man of many words if he could help it and Mal developed the same personality which helped her fade into the background.

Mal was just told that she had been in her cell for almost a year when the guard made a comment that it was her 11th birthday.

She cried and screamed at the walls in her cell. Tried to pretend that she wasn't slowly breaking inside.

Mal just wanted her dad. When she tried to pull the bed off the wall she felt a large shift in the cell but ignored it used to the cell shaking at this point.

The bed didnt budge from the 12 year olds tantrum she turned and tried to pull anything off the ground in her cell. She finally picked her mattress off the metal bed and threw against the wall before trying to pull the bed up once more but then she was falling and flying all around the cell. There was no cushion anywhere.

The hard metal hurting as she smacked into the things in her room. She barely managed to pull herself under the metal frame of her bed when the cell lurched and she could see flames blowing past outside the window as the room slowly settled and she was just floating. Of course she still slammed into the side of the cell and couldn't stop the small scream of pain when she jarred her shoulder.

The entire room started to shake heavier and then the cell jerked roughly once more and everything went black.

Mal came too slowly. Her vision was blurred and for some reason the color she could see in her left eye was red.

Gingerly she moved her arm only to stop because it hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes. Looking down she could see that the upper half of her arm was a dark blue color meaning it was incredibly bruised. Using her left hand she finally felt her face and when she saw the red realized that it was blood.

Slowly she moved her right leg and when that hurt equally as well too move she finally began to cry. When the tears fell heavily down her face Mal finally recognized the cold. That it was causing the tears to burn on her face.

She tried to stop the crying but she couldn't everything hurt too much. The sun was beginning to set when she finally stopped crying.

Finally she took a look around the room when she could see without having her vision obscured by tears. The door of her cell was handing off of its hinges, the window no longer had glass inside, and part of the roof seemed to be missing.

Mal just sat and stared at what was beyond the hanging door. It was white. She had never seen so much white before and it went on for miles. The trees even were covered, the green obscured by the white.

"Wow," she whispered slowly walking forward until her feet hurt from the cold earth. She jumped back onto the steel floor of her cell releasing that she no had no shoes on her feet.

Mal finally walked forward once more and began to look around where her cell had fallen. A few trees had been uprooted while others had half of their branches ripped off or were completely cut in half. The ground had to have been frozen because she couldn't see any actual dirt just more of the beautiful white powder that spread across the ground.

The sound of some stick snapping caught her attention and through the woods she was able to make out large figures that seemed to be coming in her direction.

Mal panicked because she knew that no human should be alive on earth and she herself was lucky to be alive.

As quickly as she could, Mal limped over to one of the large pines and grabbed hold of the branch and slowly pulled herself up.

It was hard not to cry or scream in the pain she was in but remembered the sound of someone telling her to be as quiet as possible ring through her head and so she all but bit her tongue in half and slowly dragged herself up.

By the time she was about 15 almost 20 feet off the ground she stopped. Mal was sweaty and felt extremely light headed. Barely noticing the steady drop of blood that was falling from her foot to the ground below.

A strange sounding language caught her attention and looking down she was barely able to stop her gasp when she saw the tall white fur covered monsters on the ground.

The only one left on her strange animal finally pulled back her hood and she realized that she was a human. That all the others must have been wearing masks which made sense because many looked to be wearing skulls on their faces.

The woman had light blonde hair that seemed to almost match her own. She had strange scars all over her face that seemed to be set in a small scowl. On her back a large sharp spear was located but she didn't seem worried enough to have it out unlike the other men she had with her.

Mal shifted slightly on the limb, only to cause it to shift to much making a small noise and to have some of the snow to fall off the limb.

Then dark blue eyes searched the tree she was in only to lock onto her own ice blue eyes and the strange woman's face broke out into a large smile.

POV CHANGE *

The ride here was set at a slow pace only because it had snowed two days earlier leaving almost another foot and a half of fresh snow.

Finally after almost an hour her group made it to a clearing that had just been made by whatever kind of metal box that now was housed within the trees.

Slowly I pulled my hood off of my face and looked around trying to see anything that wasn't obvious.

Small footprints caught my attention, only to be distracted by a tree branch shifting and some snow falling to the ground. I had dealt with enough Trikru in my life that instantly I was on alert my eyes looking through the large tree to my left.

A child was in the tree. She looked to have not even had her first moons blood yet. Her entire left half of her face was covered in something red that I could only assume was her blood.

Her clothes while white were torn to shreds and equally covered in her blood. The part of her body facing me that wasn't holding onto the tree had bruising so dark it looked almost black from here.

"Why are you up there child?" I questioned with a small grin on my face, as I asked in our language. All my scouts and guards were instantly on alert once they heard my voice. They should be paying more attention than being absorbed by the box in front of us. That's how you die. If not by an enemy but by me for being incompetent.

The child eyes were so very blue and even from here they seemed to almost blend in with the snow. She looked to have eyes the same color as the glaciers found in the north most part of my land.

The young girl just looked confused when she heard what was obviously a strange language.

"Why are you up there child? And what is your name?" I finally asked in English.

This time the child just clung to the tree tighter, obviously terrified. Releasing a sigh I climbed off of my horse. A large brown horse who was trained from a young age to only allow me to ride her. Any others who tried would be tossed off and usually would have to run because she would attack them with hooves bigger than the size of a person's face.

My boots sunk into snow that went up to almost my knees but thankfully I did not feel the cold. Walking over I came to a stop at the bottom of the tree and looked up.

"I won't harm you," telling her as kindly as possible.

The young girls eyes were curious as she looked at me but I could already see the fear changing to mistrust. That was good, one should never trust anyone especially me.

"If you do not tell me then I shall send someone up to grab you," still holding onto my kind voice. Though slightly irritated that some child wouldn't even respond.

"Maleficent Griffin but some people call me Mal. I was scared so climbed up," a small pained filled voice broke through my irritation though.

Her name was a strong name that can be used to strike fear in her enemies. I would make her a weapon.

"That is a very nice name. Mine is Queen Nia of Azgeda," the blonde girls eyes widened in surprise and then wonder which only confused me.

"So you're a Queen? What's Azgeda? How large is your country?" The slight waver that her voice had from the pain slowly vanished in what I could only imagine was her want to know.

"Yes child. Azgeda is called the Ice Nation in your tongue. My country is the largest of the 12 clans. It is so large that it can take a month of travel to reach the other side of it. So great that my clan is attacked on my borders for the supplies and land that we hold," my voice filled with pride. I may be cold and ruthless but my clan will always thrive because it produces the hardest of warriors. Ones who would give their lives for the glory of Azgeda.

"Wow," she proclaimed as she shifted on the branch once more causing more snow to fall.

"Are you the only one here? It does not make sense to have a child your age be alone."

The child's eyes that had been filled with wonder the second before changed. The rage and anger that I saw inside was astounding. If she was alone I could take her in and hone that anger. Make her one of my most deadly warriors.

While the girl looked young she was tall and looked to be just beginning to grow. Already even through whatever had caused the girl to be underweight I could still see the muscles straining in her arm as she clung to the tree. She seemed to be holding in her hurt and pain. A skill that a warrior needed to have to make it far.

"I'm alone. There is no one else," the anger in her voice clear for all those to hear.

The question that was now raised is why is she alone? Where are the others? Is she lying to save them? But if she was shouldn't there be other foot prints in the snow.

My eyes drifted back to her prints and going off of the small traces of blood in the prints I can only assume that her feet are slightly cut and because one of the prints is lighter then the other leg is injured.

I looked around at my warriors and all had their weapons pointed in the direction of the child. It was surprising that she didn't seem to fear the others. Maybe her attention was focused solely on me but that can't be right. The child's eyes constantly seem to shift to those around me. Especially on the horses.

"Why don't you come down here young one. You must be cold. The clothes you have are not meant for such weather," once more my voice was soft and kind.

"How do I know that you won't hurt me?" Her eyes now narrowed in my direction. Now she was obviously watching the warriors around us.

"You don't," was my only reply.

She waited only a moment before she was then moving. Her movements favored her entire left side bringing me to believe that her right was where most of her injuries were.

Then a branch broke and she was falling with a scream. Only to fall heavily to ground the remaining 10 feet after hitting a branch or two.

She moaned in pain as she slowly rolled off her right side before finally rolling into a ball and crying.

My lip curled into a sneer at such a childish display. Before I was moving forward and crouching in front of the child.

"Stop it child. You need to be strong. To not show pain. You are showing too many emotions. I understand you are in pain and it must be excruciating but you need to take deep breaths and allow yourself to let the pain flow through you. Move it to the far reaches of your mind and allow it to become nothing but a nuisance," my words were spoken softly but there was a hard undertone to it. That spoke of pain if it was not followed. Of course it wasn't on purpose but I was to used to using such a tone.

The girls cries began to slow and then slowed to the occasional hiccup before she was taking deep breaths with her eyes tightly shut. Finally her eyes opened and they almost seemed to have a colder quality to them as she starred at me.

"That's better," I told her with a nod before straightening from my crouch.

"Stand up," my tone was cold now. The men around us who had not said a word so far straightened.

Fear flashed in her eyes before she blinked and took a deep breathe and it was gone. She pushed her left arm under her and pushed up then slowly stood.

The pain was clear across her face but she didn't cry or whine in pain. Though her faces seemed to pale in color slightly and she placed almost no weight on her right leg.

"Good girl. Now come. You shall come back with me and in exchange for taking you as one of my people you will tell me everything about your life where you are from. Who your parents are, the number of your people, and where exactly you come from," I ordered her before looking her dead in the eye waiting for a response.

"Yes ma'am," she quietly whispered, though she was slightly hunched over trying to keep her weight off her right side and holding her right arm to her chest.

My eyebrow just arched at that. Waiting once more for what I really wanted to hear. One of the warriors whispered words from behind her causing her to slightly jump.

"Sha, ai Kwin," her face twisted in confusion before the warrior behind her pushed her back down a little into a half way bow.

She bowed as far as she could before straightening once more.

"Good girl, now come," the words not really sincere but I did not care. I turned and made my way to my horse before stopping and turning around to find the girl within almost two feet of my back.

She was shivering and still hunched over slightly. Hunched over though I finally noticed that she was barely a foot shorter than me and at such a young age it meant that she will be at least as tall if not taller than me when she stops growing.

I turned to one of my warriors who had a thick wool cloak covering most of his entire upper body.

"Give me your cloak, now."

The large man was quick to obey. When he handed it over I was able to tell it was a wolf cloak and it could have only been a puana because the cloak was too large for a typical wolf.

I turned and wrapped the cloak around the tall child. Her left arm gripped the cloak tightly. Then I reached forward and lifted the child into the saddle. The only sound she made was a quiet hiss of pain before quieting down once more.

Pulling myself up and into the saddle I used my right arm to keep her close to me so she wouldn't fall off and grabbed the reigns with my left hand. I kicked the sides of my horse lightly and then we were moving.

All of my warriors behind me quickly returned to their own horses before forming a circle around me once more.

"Now Mal, I want you tell me about where you lived," I asked as I squeezed her right side a little bit closer to me. Part of me relishing in the slight discomfort I knew I was causing the young girl.

Her left arm slowly lifted out of the fur and pointed up at the sky. She continued to point before my eyes widened in surprise.

"You came from the sky then. Tell me about that."

The scout to my left actually looked over at the small girl when he heard what I said.

"It was called the Ark and was made up of 12 space stations."

"Why did you come down? Were you sent down for a specific reason?"

The girl shook her head. "No I was in the Sky Box. It was what the prison was called. The box broke off. I wasn't sent down," her voice was sad when she spoke.

"Why were you in this sky box? You are too young to be in prison," part of me was very upset. No child was placed in prison, they should not even be brought close to one, the only punishment was usually a wiping. No more than three of course.

While this was harsh that was life on the ground. One needed to be hard. Needed to be able to kill without a moments hesitation. Needed to be able to handle the pain that was sure to come in our short but violent lives.

"I wasn't supposed to be born so I was already on warning. Anything I did that went against the rules resulted in me being placed in the sky box. I...I was taught to be quiet. To try and make myself small and almost forgotten," the pain in her voice this time I knew wasn't because of her injuries.

"What did you do?" I repeated once more, my voice firmer.

"A boy named John Murphy bullied me. I finally lost my patience and I beat him. I made him suffer. He will never forget what I did to him. He should have never said what he did," her voice had now dropped low as she stared ahead with a hard look on her face. Her eyes now looked as cold as ice and part of me relished the look.

My grin was shark like. That was good she had the anger that was needed. It meant that she had the fight.

"Why were you not meant to be born?"

"I'm the younger twin. The only reason I wasn't killed was because of who my parents were. I had no friends because no one wanted to be around me. I was just a reminder of how my family was privileged and that those of a lower class who were going to have twins had to have one terminated. I used to be close to my sister but once I realized that the reason she was being treated different was because I was around I backed off from her. Once I did then everyone wanted to be her friend again and that's when I finally backed all the way off..."

"I spent my time after that around my dad who was the chief of engineering, the library, or in our housing area. The only ones who really knew I was around were the boys who bullied me. Then I was placed in the sky box and I haven't seen my parents since."

The girl was quiet after that and I was as well. What the girl described was what I needed. One who didn't seem too attached to people. That already had an anger that could be cultivated.

The child was truly young enough that I could turn her into a monster of a fighter. She would become my main guard later in life and my general. The plans were already shifting through my head.

She would be tall that was already clear and the small amount of muscle she had was already visible meant that she had the chance to be equally strong.

Maleficent. What a perfect name for the monster that I was going to create and if all went well then I would have a new heir. One who could use their strength and cunning to rule my lands with an iron fist. One who didn't prefer the spend all of his time with a nose stuck in a book.

"Mal. How would you feel if I trained to fight? To become strong? To never be forgotten? No one would challenge you when I was done with you. This I promise."

The girl looked down as her left hand before looking up at the sky. My patience began to wear thin before she stood straighter in the saddle.

"Yes, ai Kwin," was her only response.

I pulled her closer to me so that we were sharing more body heat.

"Now that's a good girl."

POV CHANGE *

Lexa was nervous. A representative of Azgeda was coming but she had just learned that it was the clans rising general that had earned herself the name of Bloody Bear from the white bear pelt she wore that was covered in the blood of her dead enemies. That at one point used to completely red in the blood of her enemies. I was never able go learn as to what was the reason for such a thing to happen.

No one really knew what she truly looked like because she always wore a mask that covered the lower half of her face. It was covered in the skull of a bear that she killed on her first hunt if rumors were to be true.

Finally the doors opened and all her ambassadors stood. Clarke was to her immediate left. The fall of the mountain had caused problems between the two people. Of course she had been able to find her after her little three month stint in the woods.

Clarke had been furious when she had been brought before her by Roan the Prince of Azgeda. Why did it always come back to that clan?

The people of ice nation were rumored to be marching to Polis but Lexa did not know what for. This caused worry to pool in her belly.

A guard entered and finally announced the generals presence.

"General Maleficent kom Azgeda the Bloody Bear," the guards face seemed almost white. Something had scared him and I put that thought in the back of my head to place him somewhere else. One shouldn't be so easily cowed.

Then the General was walking in. The woman was tall and built like it. She was well over 6 feet tall, her arms were huge, well more correctly everything about her seems to be larger.

Covering her head was a white bear pelt. The right side of its head seemed mutated. Her arms were bare and I can only assume it is because of how hot the weather is compared to Azgeda were it is almost always covered in snow. Her arms were incredibly defined and stretching from the top of her shoulder down her right arm were three scratches with an occasional fourth one as well.

The cloak hung down and over her back and was touching the floor lightly. From what I could see the sides of it had old bones sown in, along with various claws, and feathers.

Her lower face was covered in a metal plate that in front of it had a bears jaw attached. The rest of her face was smeared in the white and blood war paint that her clan favored. I was slightly concerned about the symbol that was cut into her upper cheeks and forehead. That symbol was reserved for the most trusted guard and had been added to have the sign of the royal family as well.

Her cheeks had a two lines running across them both parallel from one another. The part that showed she was part of the royal guard was the lines that ran at an angle along the outside of the top line that were angled down. She also had the thin lines running on the bottom side which meant she was or is the head of the Queens Guard. It was meant to look like the fetching of arrow. On her forehead was a diamond with the bottom part located between her eyebrows and this signified royalty. If she became Queen then five more lines would be carved in like an arch over the diamond.

Instantly I was on edge.

The tall womans eyes were locked on mine and it was like looking into snow. Unlike Clarkes friendly and loving blue these were cold. These eyes promised pain and death who tried to stop her.

Finally my eyes were drawn to large weapon that was attached to her back. The bottom end of the pole was sticking out if the bottom part of her cloak and went across her back. From here I could make out the details of the head of the hammer.

On the face of the hammer were 6 spikes. Each while small barely a couple inches long looked extremely sharp, along the sides were images of wolves, bears, and eagles. These images went along the sides till the very end of the hammer which was a spike. This spike was maybe about a foot in length. Another spike raised from the head of the hammer also about a foot in length. It was truly a master piece and a weapon that I would not wish to be struck by. (Robert's warhammer from G.o.T.)

The only reason someone would be allowed to bring their weapon with them into my city was if they were still an active guard member or a General. Unfortunately this woman was both and if the guards were ordered to remove her weapons then it would be seen as a dishonor.

The woman's armor was grey but had large portions of it smeared in white paint. Many were hand prints that seemed to be pulled down slightly making the hand longer in length.

Finally the tall woman stopped at the bottom of the dais before lowering herself to her knees and almost touching her head to the floor. The guards and party behind her all repeated her actions.

My back stiffened against my throne. Never had any Commander been shown such respect by Azgeda. This was complete submission.

"Heda I come before you today to sincerely thank you for defeating the Mountain Men. Too many of my people have been taken by those abominations and to know that we are safe from their presence I had to come personally and thank you," her voice was deeper than most and had a hard edge to it that also seemed to put me on edge. The mask muffled her voice slightly but the slight respect was present in her tone.

"You may rise General," my eyes shifted from the kneeling form in front of me to Clarke.

The woman finally rose and then followed my eyes to Clarke. Her eyes widened in surprise before that small amount of emotion disappeared.

She pulled her hood off of her head and someone gasped. The General's hair was elaborately braided. Inside each braid seemed to be beads, stones, bones, teeth, claws, and feathers. What truly drew my attention was the almost black hair braided into her own. Three strands were braided straight back with this hair.

One going straight down the middle, another along the left side of her head, and the final went along the right side. These were the only braids that did not have some little piece on them.

I had never seen anything like it and what was slightly disturbing was that she looked the Queen when she was younger. Her hair was the same color and she currently had the same look of relaxed violence.

Clarke was shocked and almost seemed scared when she looked at the General as though she was seeing a ghost.

A light chuckle then filled the almost quiet room before the General spoke once more. "How many years has it been sweet sister?" Her eyes full of a deep sadness that was quickly hidden behind her mask once more.

At that declaration everything broke into action. Many of the ambassadors began to shout while Clarke herself jumped off of her chair and tackled her sister in a hug as she screamed out "Mal!"

The height difference was astounding because Clarke was the same height as I am but this woman Mal as her sister called her stood almost a foot taller. She seemed to almost tower over the smaller girl. I was confused though Clarke had never once spoken of having a sister if I remember correctly couples were only allowed to have one child.

Mal bent over slightly and pulled her sister in deeper into the hug. Her eyes full of tears. She had heard rumors that her old people had come down from the Ark and the only name that was being spoken of was Wanheda. She had no idea if her family was even alive.

Mal herself was even sent to look for this person and did not know it was in fact her sister until she heard that the representative in the peace talks was Clarke or as the warriors and people named her Wanheda.

POV CHANGE *

The Queen was furious that I had not found her and punished me. I may be willing to give my life for that woman but that did not mean that I loved my surrogate mother. She only had small moments of kindness and her praise was equally rare but each moment was engraved in my mind. It was some of the true bright spots in my past as sad as that sounded.

Of course I had worked tirelessly over the past eight years to make her proud of me. To show I was a worthy heir to the throne instead of Roan who while only 5'10" only truly excelled at the political aspect of being a ruler. The few times he had gone to battle he had barely brought more than half of troops back the main city.

Each of these times the reason for his success was due to Commanders under him. As terrible as it was when the Queen had Costia captured she made Roan deliver the girls head to Commander Lexa. He has been a political prisoner for the last 4 years. I believe that was the end of my worship of the Queen and I truly began to see what was going on around me.

"I thought you died!" Clarke cried into my chest. Her voice cracking as she attempted to speak. I pulled her deeper into me at those words.

"Klark what is this?" The Commander asked. Her voice hitched in surprise and going off the face she was making she did not seem to pleased with what was just revealed.

Clarke pulled back from me and stepped to my side, her hand gripping my arm in a right grip. Her grip so strong that she might leave bruises behind. "Commander this is my sister, Maleficent Griffin, my twin sister. She was in the sky box over 8 years ago when it broke off from the Ark and crash landed it seems in Azgeda territory," her words sounded thick with emotion.

"I prefer to be addressed as General Mal or Heir of the Ice Nation throne. My other reason for coming to your capital Commander is to issue the challenge," I spoke with clear authority.

I looked around the throne room and did not see my surrogate brother. A man who I could not help but hate. He was not worth being from Azgeda. Roan while book smart was not combat smart. Did not work as tirelessly as I did to become the best. To become the personal guard of our Queen.

"Bring me Prince Roan," commanded Lexa.

A guard quickly ran from the room leaving behind the now furious ambassadors and the unsettled guards.

I looked to the Azgeda ambassador and did not see Rolf. It was a man who I believe I met in passing at one point but had no clear memory of I truly had.

"Where is Rolf? The last I had heard from my contacts was that he was the ambassador for my nation," I turned and asked to Commander.

Lexa straightened in her throne and her eyes became dark. "This Rolf not only questioned my decisions but also threatened Clarke."

My sister was finally back and returned to me. The thought of losing her so soon broke the small piece of me that wasn't a monster.

"He did what?" my voice was barely a whisper but carried through the room regardless. All previous voices quieted at my anger.

My hand reached up and gripped Clarkes shoulder in a tight grasp. There was a small hiss of pain but I did not let go. Red was slowly inching it's way across my vision. My thirst for blood rearing its ugly head.

"Do not worry General. He met his fate when I kicked him from my tower," Lexa's voice sounded so pleased that I couldn't help but try and take a deep breathe as I tried to clear my thoughts.

The door opened and finally Prince Roan walked in. His eyes strayed to me and he scowled as he looked at me.

"Why are you here dear sister?" his voice sounding as petty as always when it came to speaking with me.

"Dear sister?" Clarke whispered.

"Oh yes. You see Clarke, Queen Nia found me and raised me as her own. I showed promise that dear brother Roan did not. I have won battles, wars, and the random revolts that have arisen in my nation. We were forced to call each other brother and sister because that is what she wanted. Who as the loving mother she is, pitted us against each other. Of course Roan beat me for the first time right before he left to come to Polis. The Queen was not pleased at such a failure and I have been working for the last four years that when Mother decided the rightful heir I would be ready."

I pulled away from Clarke and reached back pulling my large hammer from its place. The hammer weighed almost 15 pounds but after carrying it everywhere and practicing with it for over 5 years I had mastered the weapon.

I twisted it till the hammer was almost level with my face before slamming the butt end of it down against the stone floor.

A loud thump then echoed through the room. "I, Princess Maleficent of Azgeda, challenge Prince Roan of Azgeda for the throne. I challenge you to death lest I live my years in shame at such a dishonor," I spoke standing at my full height. The skull mask still in place and my eyes narrowed in anger.

"I, Prince Roan of Azgeda, accept your challenge Princess Maleficent for my right to the throne. I will fight you to the death lest I live my years in shame at such a dishonor," he spoke back. His eyes looked almost saddened as he stared at me but just like we were both taught was quickly hidden away.

"In three hours time, my forces will be here to watch the challenge. Our mother, Queen Nia could not come due to trying to tie her lose ends before she makes her way here."

Roan just nodded then turned and left the throne room with a scowl on his face. My Colonels all moved out of the way for the Prince.

Finally I turned back to Lexa. "Heda, may I please utilize one of your rooms? I would like to talk with Clarke before the challenge."

Lexa turned worried filled eyes towards my big sister which set off alarm bells in my mind. Memories from the last one she was interested in flashed through my head and my stomach turned. My knuckles white from my grip on my hammer.

"Sha, Klark has her own room here in my tower. You may speak there," she told me with a flick of her hand.

I bowed my head slightly but maintained eye contact. "Mochof, Heda."

Turning I grabbed Clarkes arm and began to pull her from the throne room. Easily ignoring all the others who were now once more whispering to each other.

My men began to follow but I turned back to them. "Stay here and offer our services for preparing for the challenge," then I was moving once more.

My long strides pulling Clarke with me till we were safely behind the throne doors. I let go of her arm and threw my hand away from me, showing her I wanted her to lead.

She turned and began to hurry down the hall. Taking turns before leading me up some stairs before finally opening a hall way door and waiting for me to enter before closing the door behind her.

Then I had my arms full of Clarke once more. Dropping my hammer in surprise at how swift she had moved surprising me greatly.

"I thought you died. I thought I lost my twin. The one that is other half to my soul. God I missed you little sister…well I guess not so little anymore," she told me as she pulled back to look up at me.

"Ya," I respond as I rub the back of my neck.

"I think I'm over 6 feet. Almost 6'4" which I think is how tall dad is."

My heart stopped for a second when Clarke's eyes began to water.

"No," was my only response.

Tears began to run down her face as she sadly nodded her head.

My vision turned red and I reached forward and grabbed onto her shoulders. My grip bruising. Clarkes hands reached up and tried to pry my hands off.

"Who Clarke? Tell me now. Who killed our father? Who will pay?" I roared in her face. My temper over the years had not faded but only been tempered into a well worn blade so sharp that you sometimes didn't feel the cut before you were bleeding out on the floor wondering where it all went wrong and that was what was happening now.

"Mal you're hurting me! Let go and I'll tell you!" she almost shouted back at me.

I almost fell back as I rushed to get away from my sister. A sister who I had just hurt. God what I had become.

No I became what I needed to be strong. No one will ever be able to stand against me without losing.

Clarke rubbed her arm as she looked at the floor. More tears falling as she looked down.

"The Ark was running out of air. Dad discovered it and wanted to warn the people of the Ark. Mom tried to tell him it was a bad idea but he wasn't going to stop so she went to someone else she hoped could talk some sense into him. Someone who she trusted with our lives. Someone who we were good friends with."

"TELL ME CLARKE!" I screamed once more.

Then she looked up with fire in her eyes. I almost took a step back. Never in my life had I seen her look like that. She was always happy but I knew the ground could change those beyond repair.

"Thelonious Jaha. Instead of talking to dad he floated him instead. I was going to release the video in his place but I was placed in solitary before I could and left there for almost a year before we were sent down to the ground to see if we could survive here," her voice was flat and even.

I slowly reached down and grabbed my hammer. Ignoring how Clarke took a step back and flinched in fear.

I pulled the hammer over the back of my head before slamming it down into the table located next to us.

Clarke released a scream in surprise after I broke the table. I lifted the hammer again and brought it down on the splintered remains as I released a cry of fury.

The doors to the room slammed open and standing in the door way with her sword out was the Commander. Her eyes quickly surveyed the room, taking in the broken table and Clarke backed away looking at me in shock.

I turned back to the table and released another cry of fury as brought the hammer down once more. Tears streaming down my face.

The hard shell and mask I had created was breaking as I thought of my father who I looked forward to seeing with every part of my being when I heard the Ark had come down.

"Its not fair!" I screamed again as I brought the hammer down for the last time.

Large parts of the floor were broken and the table was left in splinters. The sound of someone screaming my name finally began to filter into my brain.

Shaking my head I looked up and realized that Clarke is calling my name. I ignore her and turned to walk away only to be in front of the Commander now.

Her eyes were a shade of green I had never seen before and the seemed to be almost darker in her anger as she looked at me. The anger seemed to simmer before she seemed to take in that my eyes were red and tears still were rolling down my face.

"What happened?" her eyes shifted back and forth between Clarke and I.

"Bad news," was the only words I spoke as I moved past her my hammer scraping slightly against the floor as I moved from the room.

I stopped at the door and turned to look at Clarke. "He will face my justice. Thelonious Jaha is now a wanted man in Azgeda. If he crosses into my borders he will be arrested and brought forth to me to receive punishment."

Then I turned and left the room. My anger beating a steady beat in my chest as I tried to jump start my brain into rational thinking once more before deciding to quit and let the feelings linger.

The last words I heard were Clarke telling the Commander why I had just destroyed her property. No part of me felt bad for it.

My hands rubbed along the top of the middle of head over one of my braids that were from my wife. We were not allowed to be together for long stretches of time the Queen being of the belief that we were plotting against her.

By defeating Roan though I would finally have enough power to keep her safe from her clutches. She could brought onto my personal guard instead of the Queens.

Three hours later found me in the center of Polis in the large square. All four of my Colonels under me, their 4 captains each, and then the 3 squad sergeants were all present. All in all I had over two thousand men under me alone. This of course doesn't count that I was the top General. In a matter of speaking I was in charge of the entire army and the only person above me was the Queen and maybe Prince Roan but after today he would no longer be a part of that equation.

Commander Lexa was still extremely angry at me and Clarke was looking at me like she would never see me again. Her eyes wide in fear as she looked back and forth between Roan and I.

Lexa stood and raised her hand, the massive crowd finally calmed down before she spoke.

"The challenge for the throne of Azgeda shall be chosen. General Mal kom Azgeda, the Bloody Bear challenged Prince Roan kom Azgeda for the right of heir. The winner will be chosen by the one left alive."

My hammer was held in my top colonels hands waiting for me to grab my weapon. I reached down and pulled my knife from my boot and cut across the outside of my arm. In the same place I have always cut when I use my blood for my face paint.

I rubbed my right hand across the wound slightly enjoying my blood on my hand before wiping it across the part of my face not covered by my half mask.

When I reached forward for my hammer a steady beat started. One by one my Colonels began to slam the butt of their spears into the ground. This spread to their captains before spreading the squad sergeants.

Then after the noise began to rise, my warriors began to chant my name. My chest swelled with pride. I had been given command of my warriors three years ago when I turned 16. This was the same age that Roan was given command.

I gained the trust of my warriors slowly. Each one of Colonels were hand picked by me. These were men and women that I served next too in my time while I trained. Trained by men and women who were brutal in their training. My warriors were deadly.

Roan was at the disadvantage and I was winning our game of psychological warfare. My grin was deadly behind my mask as I stared at him.

Roan grabbed the heirs sword from its sheath and broke into a run to me.

He brought his sword in a side swing and was stopped by the slight shift of the handle of my weapon.

The shaft just like the head of hammer was metal. The blacksmith who made it was able to make the metal hard but light. He wouldn't tell me his secrets, most likely scared I or the Queen would kill him.

Sparks flew at the hit. I lifted my foot and gave a powerful kick to his stomach. My warriors roared in their approval at me having the first hit.

Roan was fast though and recovered quickly from the blow. This time bringing his sword down in an overhead strike.

I shifted to my left just in time to miss it from hitting my right shoulder. This time I shifted my grip on my hammer to having an over under grip and swung with all my might.

While I had become strong and fast my weapon still slowed me down. I was fast enough to destroy a normal warrior but someone like Roan whose only truly strong point that Mother was proud of is his skill with a blade.

Using the flat of his blade was able to shift the direction of my hammer to the ground.

It hit the ground with a loud bang. The stone work crumbling leaving behind a hole from the strong blow.

Roan took advantage of such a powerful blow from me and swung the sword at my neck.

I barely had enough time to release my left hand and bring it up and allowed my gauntlets I had placed on to do their job and block the blow.

Then switching the direction of the blade to going down tried to get me to release my hammer.

I reared back almost widely, making sure to keep a tight grip on my hammer using my right hand. Barely I managed to pull away in time. His sword still cut part of my upper forearms before I was saved by armor there.

I backed away quickly and narrowed my eyes at him. Then I was running forward my hammer held aloft behind my back before swinging it forward, grabbing it with my left hand as I went.

He pulled the same shift as before but pushed my hammers head to the left away from his body.

Quickly I pulled it back the way I brought it. The sharp point of the spike in the end barely grazed his side as he jumped back.

Now both of us were bleeding. The spike of hammer had left a deeper wound to his side than his sword cut. The spike had just managed to enter into his side and when he jumped back causing the spike to rip through his muscle and tissue as it came out the front of his body.

He kept his left hand pressed tightly over the wound. His sword seemed to be shaking as he held it pointed at me.

"Is this what you really want? To become the personal bitch of the Queen? By killing me you won't be protecting her you know! You will still be as powerless and worthless as you were the day Mother brought you back. You will just prove how much like her you have become by doing this," he seethed at me.

White hot anger coursed through my body at his words. He knew nothing.

His grin grew in size. "You know I am right. Once she gets bored of favoring you she'll just throw you away like she did to me!"

Then Roan was charging forward once more. The anger causing my vision to change to a dark shade of red. He brought his sword down once more as an overhead downwards stroke. Jumping up slightly as he did to gain the height advantage he needed.

I swung the shaft of my hammer back up and into my left hand as I bent my knees slightly to absorb the blow.

His blade crashed into mine with enough force to push me down slightly.

My grin turned feral because this was the move he used to defeat me four years ago. I was not as strong then and was constantly sore from using my hammer for hours upon hours a day. Trying to gain the strength I desperately needed to use the hammer correctly.

My arms had given then and then using the pummel of the sword hit me with all his strength against my head causing me to black out. I woke up an hour later in a cell with my back bare.

This time would be different. I wasn't 15 anymore. I had the strength to keep his blow back.

Tightening my grip, I quick and I could brought my right back as the same time I pushed the bottom end of the staff forward. A crack echoed through the field as the crown Prince of Azgeda seemed be almost thrown by the strength of the blow. Falling heavily to ground.

I stalked forward and raised my hammer over my head, bringing it down with all my strength.

Roan barely managed to roll away in time to avoid the hit. Then he shakily stood onto one knee and when he tried to rise and almost fell back over I waited.

I waited because just like the Queen I had learned to enjoy the hunt. To literally break the will of a person. Make them beg and scream until they were hoarse and could no longer continue.

Finally Roan stood on shaky feet. The right side of his head had blood streaming down his face. His eyes seemed almost unfocused and I knew he had a slight concussion from my last blow.

"The Queen may have made me into the perfect puppet piece for her but at least she didn't make me into a monster Mal."

His words were solemn and I finally lost the last of my calm.

I released a massive war cry and swung my hammer like the batters used to do in baseball and smashed the hammer into his chest.

The sound of bones snapping seemed to ring in my ear. Then Roan was screaming but the sound was gurgled. Looking down I could see why, after flying a couple feet away he landed on his back and blood was pouring from his mouth.

He was clawing at his throat in an attempt to breathe but his movements were becoming weaker by each passing second.

I walked forward the head of my hammer dragging against the ground as I made my way over only stopping once I was next to his head.

His eyes seemed to be pleading and were full of fear.

"You stood no chance against me Roan. Yu gonplei ste odon."

Then I lifted the massive hammer once more and brought it down with all of my strength. Citizens screamed but my warriors were now banging their spears against the ground again. Their cries were loud and echoed through the city.

Bits of brain and bone were splattered on my boots and lower legs. Slowly I moved the sharp edged end of the hammer away from what was left of his face.

I couldn't recognize if he had been a human before. Most of his face was cracked and caved in. Blood and gore were the only things I could truly make out.

Reaching down I placed my hand into a mostly brainless and boneless puddle of blood. Then wiped the blood onto my cloak that covered my back.

Placing my hand in the puddle once more before wiping the blood all over the bone that covered the lower half of my face.

He was right though. His last words about me were true.

I was a monster. I was sent in because I was feared by the people of Azgeda. Parents warned there children about me as bed time stories. That if they didn't behave then the bloody bear would come and take them.

Finally I raised my hammer above my head. My warriors now released a war cry. Their cries so loud that it almost became white noise.

Taking my eyes off my warriors I looked over to the Commander whose face smoothed in a scowl. Her eyes burning with hidden rage.

I looked for Clarke but found her chair to be empty and now I knew why Lexa was giving me such a look. My hand holding my hammer dropped and seemed to be held limply at my side.

I marched forward before stopping before the dias and lowering myself to one knee once more.

The sound behind me vanished before one by one all of the men and women who held positions of command in my army began to quiet. All wanting to hear the Commanders last words.

"Rise, Princess Maleficent kom Azgeda. The one true heir of the throne for Azgeda."

Her words loud enough for all of my warriors and citizens to hear. I rose from my position.

War was coming and I would be the victor. Roan was weak and while the only true heir to Queen Nia he would have caused the downfall of our nation.

Now I needed to speak to Lexa about a certain group of Sky People who had been robbing my villages and killing my people. They would be the first to go.