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Chapter 1

Remember Me - May Loss Not Define Us

"Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

The sea of fire flickers and dances under the moonlight all around her. The torches roll over and beyond the hill, illuminating the waves of the grounder army, wide awake for the events of the night. The world is awake

awake…

she walks up the path flanked by 2 riders, covered in furs and armor, hidden behind masks that roam in the nightmares of the bravest men. They have their weapons in hand, one an axe that looks as mangled as the state it surely leaves those who encounter it, and the other a spear that longs for a body to impale

The ground is soft under Clarke's boots, but she doesn't notice. The air is sharp and cool, brisk in the early hours of the night, but she doesn't notice. She can't. The girl feels as though she is in a dream. Not her own, but someone else's. Someone who is in control of their dream and is commanding everyone like puppets. She doesn't want to be a puppet

I remember this

Steps taken, time elapsed. She's in front of a woman. No, a girl, of similar age to herself, physically and emotionally. The scars of battle on her body and soul are visible, despite her efforts to hide the latter. Clarke sees through it

Or is she letting her in?

The girls hair is a brilliant black, fading into the night. So does the warpaint on her face

Who is she

I thought her hair was brown.

How do I know that?

Clarke is in front of a boy. He's in pain. He'll be in more soon

Don't let him suffer

"I love you." Her heart tears. She doesn't feel the same way

Give him this

"I love you too"

"I'm scared"

She hugs him

"You're gonna be okay"

A tear runs down her cheek. He winces

"Thanks princess"

She steps back

He's dead. Her hand is bloody. No, her knife is bloody. She has a knife. She killed him

NO. ITS A LIE

He doesn't move

MOVE. SPEAK. DONT LET ME KILL YOU

They hug. She stabs him. Mercy kill

STOP. MAKE IT STOP

They hug

NO

"Thanks princess"

No

She steps away

"It is done. Blood has had blood"

no…

She hugs him. "Thanks princess"

She pulls away

Its her tied to the poll

"I love you too"

"Blood has had blood"

no...

She dies

Clarke woke in a gasp as she rocketed upright, clutching her stomach. She breathed heavily, loudly, drenched in sweat.

A dream. Just a dream. Why won't this dream go away? Why must I dream?

She stayed sitting up in her sleeping bag in the tent, clutching her stomach, but she closed her eyes. Not to sleep, but to calm down, and so breathed in, deeply and slowly, but still shakily.

Get a grip. Nows not the time nor the place.

But the blonde girl couldn't relax, not there. She needed fresh air, needed to see something. Shoes were slipped on but not laced, a jacket pulled on but not zipped. She stepped out into the still night, under a blanket of glittering specks that littered the sky, in moonlight that bathed the Earth in a magnificent silver glow.

Outside she wandered, past the tents of her people and the grounders alike. Past the huts of Tondc, past the only other soul she could see that was awake.

He was tall, and built. Muscles the size of her head, an axe that was as mangled as those it encountered strapped to his back. A mask from even the bravest soul's nightmares. He was one of the grounders who'd escorted her to her friend.

To kill him.

She felt uneasy being near him so she moved by quickly. He stood in perfect posture outside of the largest tent. The Commander's.

"Blood has had blood."

No, stop.

Love is weakness...

She breathed in and kept walking, trying not to think about how someone as young as the Commander had become as scarred as she had.

As I have.

She made it to the center of the village. The fire was long since dead, but she could feel the heat from 18 souls still scorching the ground where the pyre had blazed. There was a pile of burnt logs in the center, a ring of small stones in a wide circle around them.

A lot of ashes.

Clarke sat down cross legged next to the remnants of the pyre and picked up a dry, dead leaf from the ground next to her to occupy her hands. Eyes closed, she sat there. Thankfully void of thoughts. Just breathing. But it didn't last. She saw his face. She imagined the 18 faces, and she started getting anxious.

The leaf crumbled in her hands, breaking apart into little pieces and scattering across the forest floor.

Much like her heart.

Footsteps approached.

Pull it together.

Footsteps closer.

Get a grip.

Footsteps stopped next to her. Someone crouched down beside her and then rested on their knees, leaned back on the heels of their feet, facing the old fire.

A hand rested at the nape of her neck. It was calloused yet had a comforting softness to its touch. It felt familiar somehow, though somewhere in Clarke's racing mind she knew it was new.

"Breath deep, Clarke, and hold it. You must clear your head. Let your breath out slowly, and with it your thoughts. Keep doing this until you can without shaking. It helps."

She complied. It helped. The hand stayed on her neck. Not gripping, not holding, but resting. Minutes passed before she spoke, her throat clenching, desperately trying to stop her from speaking, but her mind willed otherwise, and it won.

"Thank you, Commander."

The grounder didn't turn to look at her, but left her gaze on the small pile of burnt logs and passing souls before them.

"Commander implies you are below me, and you are not, Clarke of the Sky People. We are equals. You can call me by my name."

Clarke looked at her, sitting there, somehow with perfect posture if such a thing were possible in that position. The way the grounder's hair fell to her shoulders and then beyond, running down her back. Unbraided and let loose, a rare vision. The silver haze cast down by the moon glinted off the deep brown of that hair, as well as all parts of her not covered in shadow by the trees around them. The light of the moon danced delicately on the tip of her nose, flicking on and off with the slight movement her body made, rocking back and forth with her steady, rhythmic breathing. The sight of this movement calmed Clarke to a serenity she hadn't experienced in far too long.

Lexa blinked and looked deeper into the remains of the pyre, and Clarke shifted her attention to study those eyes. They were almost entirely black, with a slender rim of hazy emeralds surrounding them, etched onto the white of her eyes. Inside the endless black of Lexa's pupils Clarke could see the heavens reflected. A billion stars twinkled in her eyes, quietly stirring about.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lexa watched Clarke examine her. Consider her. Lexa could only see a blurry half image of Clarke at that angle, but it was enough. The majestic white-wheat of the Sky Girl's hair captured the moonlight as though they were long lost partners returned to each other's arms. Her blue eyes, dilated and consumed by an almighty black, and her face. The look of scarred innocence still clinging onto what was left of her soul, desperately trying to fend off the caged animal inside of her that was beginning to dominate like the vicious predator it was.

Lexa blinked again, and she turned her head to look at Clarke. Clarke breathed in calmly and met the grounder's eyes.

"People say it gets easier with time. It doesn't. Love is not a weakness that washes away, it is always with us. The loss of this love, the pain, only goes away when you accept it as your weakness and allow yourself to overcome it. So you make sure the next time someone you know moves on, you aren't left behind."

The words rung through Clarke's ears, resonating throughout her entire body. She soaked them in, memorized them, took them to heart. No, to mind. her heart made her weak. She had to fight that. That was how she would save her people.

"Clarke."

Clarke's eyes returned to Lexa's.

"Yes?"

"You're going to be okay."

"Thank you, Lexa."

Lexa held her gaze for a moment, two moments longer, before her eyes dropped ever so slightly, her eyelids lowered but a fracture, and she nodded, once, by just barely dipping her head down and back up. The grounder then turned her head and looked up at the moon, the blacks of her eyes becoming two large pearls. Clarke turned her head and followed the woman's gaze, her eyes joining the grounder's as they too absorbed and welcomed the moonlight into the blacks deeper than the heavens themselves.

Lexa breathed in deeply through her nose, her chest rising as it filled with the crisp air of the forest at night. She let the air rest there, swirling around in the cavities of her body, of her lungs. The silence of the night began to seep back in amongst them, and just as it began to overtake them she broke it by releasing the breath back out through her nose, the steady wisp the air made as it was returned to the world blowing away the silence of the night that had tried to close in.

"You're welcome, Clarke."

They stayed there until the Sun conquered the Moon and the world awoke.

Only then did the hand leave the nape of her neck.