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Pain. It had been weeks of drifting in an out of consciousness, screaming gasping in agony. Those weeks now slowly turned to months. How long was hard to say but Lexa had tried to notch every passing day she was conscious into the wall in front of her. By her count this meant she was fasting approaching her third month recovering in captivity.
The tribe that held her captive were like nothing she had seen before. Their faces were covered with masks, unlike any of the masks she had seem from Mouth Weather but also far from the designs of her people or any of the tribes she knew. Still, they kept her locked up and recovering. Two placed at the entrance to what felt like her cell and sometimes a third would come and check her wounds. The same positions day in and day out.
It felt like a nightmare.
She wanted to get back to her people but more importantly she wanted...she needed to find Clarke.
As time drifted on her strength slowly started to return. On the days they knew she was getting better Lexa was taken from her cell and brought into a room to fight. No matter how much she fought or spoke they would never answer and the stronger she got the harder they made challenges for her. Now defeated, battered and bruised she showed no sign of weakness as was dragged to her prison.
“When my people find out I am alive…” She threatened but the guard as always, gave no response or even a flicker of acknowledgement as he shoved her into the room. Another day alive to carve into the wall.
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She woke in the middle the night like she often did and let her eyes adjust to the lack of the light in the room. The worst part about this was place was the lack of sound. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she could narrow down voices or get a rough indication of troops and numbers but night after night it was completely silent, too silent.
As Lexa got up she headed to where she knew a small bowl of water was usually kept in the far corner. It wasn’t until her eyes adjusted that she noticed the cell door was left open. A trick maybe? There was one way to find out…
Silently moving the door wide enough for her small frame to fit through, Lexa peered through to find the guards were nowhere to be seen. She knew the corridor to the right lead to the training room they placed her in day by day so made the choice to go in the opposite direction. Her bare feet stung against the cold stone floor and every few steps she found she had to lean herself against the wall to fight through the pain. She had lost track over what cuts and bruises on her body were bleeding but knew if anyone was following her she would be easy to track from the trail she was leaving behind.
“Clarke…” Lexa mumbled as she pushed through the pain.
Eventually the corridor ended and Lexa found a red light at the end of the tunnel. As the only thing she could see she instinctly pressed it and watched it blink from red to green. The door opened and although it was night time it never felt so good to feel the breeze and take in the scent of the forest. She didn’t care if there were guards about. She didn’t care that it seemed too good to be true she was out in the open and free. What she did care about was getting as far away from here as possible. And that’s exactly what Lexa did. She must have walked for miles until she saw the first sign that was on the right track. Instead of heading towards her own people she found herself drifting closer towards the Sky people or anywhere she could think that Clarke might be. Eventually when legs could no longer walk slumped to the dry leafy ground and closed her eyes.
The tribe that held her captive were like nothing she had seen before. Their faces were covered with masks, unlike any of the masks she had seem from Mouth Weather but also far from the designs of her people or any of the tribes she knew. Still, they kept her locked up and recovering. Two placed at the entrance to what felt like her cell and sometimes a third would come and check her wounds. The same positions day in and day out.
It felt like a nightmare.
She wanted to get back to her people but more importantly she wanted...she needed to find Clarke.
As time drifted on her strength slowly started to return. On the days they knew she was getting better Lexa was taken from her cell and brought into a room to fight. No matter how much she fought or spoke they would never answer and the stronger she got the harder they made challenges for her. Now defeated, battered and bruised she showed no sign of weakness as was dragged to her prison.
“When my people find out I am alive…” She threatened but the guard as always, gave no response or even a flicker of acknowledgement as he shoved her into the room. Another day alive to carve into the wall.
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She woke in the middle the night like she often did and let her eyes adjust to the lack of the light in the room. The worst part about this was place was the lack of sound. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she could narrow down voices or get a rough indication of troops and numbers but night after night it was completely silent, too silent.
As Lexa got up she headed to where she knew a small bowl of water was usually kept in the far corner. It wasn’t until her eyes adjusted that she noticed the cell door was left open. A trick maybe? There was one way to find out…
Silently moving the door wide enough for her small frame to fit through, Lexa peered through to find the guards were nowhere to be seen. She knew the corridor to the right lead to the training room they placed her in day by day so made the choice to go in the opposite direction. Her bare feet stung against the cold stone floor and every few steps she found she had to lean herself against the wall to fight through the pain. She had lost track over what cuts and bruises on her body were bleeding but knew if anyone was following her she would be easy to track from the trail she was leaving behind.
“Clarke…” Lexa mumbled as she pushed through the pain.
Eventually the corridor ended and Lexa found a red light at the end of the tunnel. As the only thing she could see she instinctly pressed it and watched it blink from red to green. The door opened and although it was night time it never felt so good to feel the breeze and take in the scent of the forest. She didn’t care if there were guards about. She didn’t care that it seemed too good to be true she was out in the open and free. What she did care about was getting as far away from here as possible. And that’s exactly what Lexa did. She must have walked for miles until she saw the first sign that was on the right track. Instead of heading towards her own people she found herself drifting closer towards the Sky people or anywhere she could think that Clarke might be. Eventually when legs could no longer walk slumped to the dry leafy ground and closed her eyes.
