Post by Clarke Griffin on Jan 19, 2018 5:51:23 GMT
There was a legend. A legend of a woman known as Wanheda. The Commander of Death as the grounders called her. She was said to bring death to all those around her. Wherever she went, death followed. Those she cared about died. Innocent people got killed. But truth be told, she didn't start out that way. She started out as just an ordinary girl. A leader and a healer to her people. They called her Clarke Griffin. She was extremely beautiful with long, wavy blond hair and eyes the color of the bluest of oceans. Her skin was the color of fine cream. Soft and luscious with no sign of imperfection. To her people, she was considered a princess, but she was also a fighter. Scars and scrapes covered her face and skin, all in which she gained in war. As a leader, it was her responsibility to protect and look after her people. To ensure their survival, and Clarke did everything in her power to do just that. Clarke was selfless. She took care of her people and put their needs above her own. At the end of the day, the survival of her people came first. Above all else. Upon first glance, you would never suspect such a warm, kind-hearted woman like her to become a cold-hearted killer.
So, how did she get the name of the legendary Wanheda? How did she become the most feared woman on earth? Well, constantly fighting battles and participating in wars eventually takes a toll on a person, and Clarke was no exception. But one devastating betrayal was the day that the blonde's life changed forever. A woman she had deeply cared about and also whom she thought cared about her ended up betraying her when she needed her most. The Commander's betrayal had hurt Clarke more than she cared to admit. She had grown to trust Lexa, only to be betrayed in the end. Then again, Clarke should have known better. Lexa was a grounder, and the grounders couldn't be trusted. She wouldn't make that mistake again. Because of Lexa's betrayal Clarke had to take matters into her own hands in order to save her people. This resulted in her making the hardest decision she ever had to make: pull the lever and let the radiation into the mountain, thus killing hundreds of innocent people, or watch her people die. It was a decision that Clarke didn't want to have to make, but she was left with no other choice. The survival of her people would always come first. So, she ended up pulling the lever, letting the toxic radiation into the mountain, which resulted in the death of all the men, women, and children who hadn't been injected with her people's blood. All of them murdered by her hand. Their bodies laying scattered all over the mountain. Mount Weather: a place that was once considered a save haven for her people was now a place of death and destruction. Even though she did what she did in order to save her people, it didn't stop the guilt and the pain that filled her at what she had done. She had killed so many people. Charlotte, Finn, all those innocent people in Mount Weather. War had changed her and turned her into a murderer. Her hands, her entire body was soaked with blood. All the blood she had shed had formed into a dark, thick pool all around her. It surrounded her, trapping her in an endless sea of blood and death with no way out. Clarke was drowning. Drowning in a thick, deep sea of blood that only got deeper and deeper until she was practically suffocating. It was all to much to bear, but she would bear it. Bear it so her people wouldn't have to.
The decision to leave her people behind was one of the hardest decisions she ever had to make, but it was for the best. Clarke just couldn't bear to be there. Couldn't bear seeing her people's faces everyday and being reminded of what she had to do to get them all back home. Hundreds of innocent people had been killed because of her. Images of their dead bodies littering the mess hall invaded her mind. She had to leave. It was better this way, safer this way. The last thing she wanted was to be forced to make another impossible decision that would ultimately get more innocent people killed. So, she left and didn't look back. It was hard to leave them all behind. Her mother, her friends, and most all, Bellamy, but she knew that Bellamy would take care of their people while she was gone. She trusted him. There was no one she trusted more to look after her people than him. As long as Bellamy was there to look after them, her people would be just fine.
Leaving her people behind, the young woman set out on her own. For several months, she fought to survive on her own. Moving from place to place, hunting, trading. But even after running away from her people, her responsibilities, the guilt.... The killing never stopped. The pain never ended. People were hunting her. Her enemies intent on destroying her. Some sought to take her power, while others simply wanted her dead. However, Clarke wouldn't be killed so easily. She fought, she killed anyone who got to close and who posed a threat to her. The blonde quickly grew accustomed to the ways of the grounders. She became quite the adept hunter and even perfected the grounder language. Soon, a transformation occured. Using the blood of those she'd slain, she dyed her hair red. Her once beautiful, clean face was now covered in dirt and scrapes from her constant fight to survive. Being hunted. She had become death. The only thing that resembled her old self was her eyes, which were still the color of the sea. Although they were filled with pain and sorrow, they remained the same. The only difference being, they didn't hold the same kindness as before. No, they had taken on a darkness, a coldness that sent shivers down your spine. Still, the guilt she felt over what she had done continued to haunt her. Mostly in the form of nightmares that grew more and more vivid. Seeing herself standing in the control room inside Mount Weather, watching as Cage and his followers drilled into her mother, hearing her screams of agony, the fear in her people's eyes as they stood there bound, unable to do anything to stop it, her hand on the lever as she contemplated pulling it and letting all the radiation into the mountain, pulling the lever, and the bodies. So many bodies. Bodies of innocent people she had killed. Every night Clarke would wake up screaming and crying. Then she heard Lexa's voice ringing in her head, images of the commander turning her back on her and walking away, leaving Clarke to fend for herself. That's when the sadness and the guilt transformed into rage. Hands clenched into fists, jaw clenching, eyes cold, expression hard as she swore vengeance against the woman who had betrayed her.
Months passed and Clarke continued to live and survive in the forest, but she soon learned of a new threat: vampires. If someone had told her 7 years ago that vampires existed, she would have looked at them like they were insane, but she knew better. They were very much real and they were a threat to her people and to the survival of the human race. Luckily for her, she had yet to come face to face with one of these deadly creatures, but she knew that others hadn't been so lucky. Supposedly, the vampires had taken over Mount Weather, and once again people were being kidnapped and killed inside the mountain. They needed to be stopped, but Clarke couldn't very well take them down on her own, and she knew damn well that her people couldn't take them all on their own either. There was only one thing to do, and Clarke hated even having to consider it. She had to reach out to the commander for help, which was the last thing Clarke wanted to do. No way could they trust the grounders to help them. The grounders had already betrayed them once before, what's to say they wouldn't do the same thing again. That Lexa wouldn't betray her yet again. No. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't. For several days, a battle waged on inside her as she grew more and more worried about her people. The longer she waited, the more people would die. She had to do something. In the end, the survival of her people won out, and as much as it both angered her and pained her, Clarke knew that she had to reach out to Lexa. There was no other choice.
Clarke awoke early next morning and made her way through the forest in search of a grounder. More specifically, a Trikru grounder. She moved swiftly and quietly, using the cover of the trees and the brush to stay out of sight. She didn't want any grounders spotting her before she spotted them. Suddenly, she spotted a familiar form up ahead. Clarke would have recognized that outfit and war paint anywhere. It was a grounder, male, and he was Trikru. Perfect. Slowly, Clarke stepped out from the cover of the trees, making her presence known. The grounder, quickly sensing that he wasn't alone, turned around to face her.
"Wanheda. We've been looking for you," the grounder spoke, quickly recongnizing who she was despite the red hair.
"I know," she replied simply, blue eyes staring straight into his dark brown ones without the slightest hint of emotion.
"Actively seeking out a grounder. You're either stupid or suicidal."
"I need to speak with the commander." Clarke's eyes remained on his, disregarding his words.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you right here and now?" he asked, his hand moving towards his blade.
"The Commander won't be too happy if you kill me now will she?" she questioned, regarding him quizically. Her words caused him to falter. "Set up a meeting between me and The Commander and I'll come with you to Polis willingly. Tell her to listen to what I have to say and after if she wants to kill me, so be it." Clarke waited as he considered her words. "You wouldn't want the Ice Nation to get to me first. You know what would happen."
His expression hardened at the mention of the Ice Nation. He was silent for a few brief moments before he finally spoke up, "I will speak with The Commander, but I can't guarantee she will accept. Meet me here at first light and I shall give you an answer."
She nodded her head in understanding, and he slowly turned and started to walk away. Clarke watched him go, eyes never leaving his retreating figure until he disappeared into the trees.
So, how did she get the name of the legendary Wanheda? How did she become the most feared woman on earth? Well, constantly fighting battles and participating in wars eventually takes a toll on a person, and Clarke was no exception. But one devastating betrayal was the day that the blonde's life changed forever. A woman she had deeply cared about and also whom she thought cared about her ended up betraying her when she needed her most. The Commander's betrayal had hurt Clarke more than she cared to admit. She had grown to trust Lexa, only to be betrayed in the end. Then again, Clarke should have known better. Lexa was a grounder, and the grounders couldn't be trusted. She wouldn't make that mistake again. Because of Lexa's betrayal Clarke had to take matters into her own hands in order to save her people. This resulted in her making the hardest decision she ever had to make: pull the lever and let the radiation into the mountain, thus killing hundreds of innocent people, or watch her people die. It was a decision that Clarke didn't want to have to make, but she was left with no other choice. The survival of her people would always come first. So, she ended up pulling the lever, letting the toxic radiation into the mountain, which resulted in the death of all the men, women, and children who hadn't been injected with her people's blood. All of them murdered by her hand. Their bodies laying scattered all over the mountain. Mount Weather: a place that was once considered a save haven for her people was now a place of death and destruction. Even though she did what she did in order to save her people, it didn't stop the guilt and the pain that filled her at what she had done. She had killed so many people. Charlotte, Finn, all those innocent people in Mount Weather. War had changed her and turned her into a murderer. Her hands, her entire body was soaked with blood. All the blood she had shed had formed into a dark, thick pool all around her. It surrounded her, trapping her in an endless sea of blood and death with no way out. Clarke was drowning. Drowning in a thick, deep sea of blood that only got deeper and deeper until she was practically suffocating. It was all to much to bear, but she would bear it. Bear it so her people wouldn't have to.
The decision to leave her people behind was one of the hardest decisions she ever had to make, but it was for the best. Clarke just couldn't bear to be there. Couldn't bear seeing her people's faces everyday and being reminded of what she had to do to get them all back home. Hundreds of innocent people had been killed because of her. Images of their dead bodies littering the mess hall invaded her mind. She had to leave. It was better this way, safer this way. The last thing she wanted was to be forced to make another impossible decision that would ultimately get more innocent people killed. So, she left and didn't look back. It was hard to leave them all behind. Her mother, her friends, and most all, Bellamy, but she knew that Bellamy would take care of their people while she was gone. She trusted him. There was no one she trusted more to look after her people than him. As long as Bellamy was there to look after them, her people would be just fine.
Leaving her people behind, the young woman set out on her own. For several months, she fought to survive on her own. Moving from place to place, hunting, trading. But even after running away from her people, her responsibilities, the guilt.... The killing never stopped. The pain never ended. People were hunting her. Her enemies intent on destroying her. Some sought to take her power, while others simply wanted her dead. However, Clarke wouldn't be killed so easily. She fought, she killed anyone who got to close and who posed a threat to her. The blonde quickly grew accustomed to the ways of the grounders. She became quite the adept hunter and even perfected the grounder language. Soon, a transformation occured. Using the blood of those she'd slain, she dyed her hair red. Her once beautiful, clean face was now covered in dirt and scrapes from her constant fight to survive. Being hunted. She had become death. The only thing that resembled her old self was her eyes, which were still the color of the sea. Although they were filled with pain and sorrow, they remained the same. The only difference being, they didn't hold the same kindness as before. No, they had taken on a darkness, a coldness that sent shivers down your spine. Still, the guilt she felt over what she had done continued to haunt her. Mostly in the form of nightmares that grew more and more vivid. Seeing herself standing in the control room inside Mount Weather, watching as Cage and his followers drilled into her mother, hearing her screams of agony, the fear in her people's eyes as they stood there bound, unable to do anything to stop it, her hand on the lever as she contemplated pulling it and letting all the radiation into the mountain, pulling the lever, and the bodies. So many bodies. Bodies of innocent people she had killed. Every night Clarke would wake up screaming and crying. Then she heard Lexa's voice ringing in her head, images of the commander turning her back on her and walking away, leaving Clarke to fend for herself. That's when the sadness and the guilt transformed into rage. Hands clenched into fists, jaw clenching, eyes cold, expression hard as she swore vengeance against the woman who had betrayed her.
Months passed and Clarke continued to live and survive in the forest, but she soon learned of a new threat: vampires. If someone had told her 7 years ago that vampires existed, she would have looked at them like they were insane, but she knew better. They were very much real and they were a threat to her people and to the survival of the human race. Luckily for her, she had yet to come face to face with one of these deadly creatures, but she knew that others hadn't been so lucky. Supposedly, the vampires had taken over Mount Weather, and once again people were being kidnapped and killed inside the mountain. They needed to be stopped, but Clarke couldn't very well take them down on her own, and she knew damn well that her people couldn't take them all on their own either. There was only one thing to do, and Clarke hated even having to consider it. She had to reach out to the commander for help, which was the last thing Clarke wanted to do. No way could they trust the grounders to help them. The grounders had already betrayed them once before, what's to say they wouldn't do the same thing again. That Lexa wouldn't betray her yet again. No. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't. For several days, a battle waged on inside her as she grew more and more worried about her people. The longer she waited, the more people would die. She had to do something. In the end, the survival of her people won out, and as much as it both angered her and pained her, Clarke knew that she had to reach out to Lexa. There was no other choice.
Clarke awoke early next morning and made her way through the forest in search of a grounder. More specifically, a Trikru grounder. She moved swiftly and quietly, using the cover of the trees and the brush to stay out of sight. She didn't want any grounders spotting her before she spotted them. Suddenly, she spotted a familiar form up ahead. Clarke would have recognized that outfit and war paint anywhere. It was a grounder, male, and he was Trikru. Perfect. Slowly, Clarke stepped out from the cover of the trees, making her presence known. The grounder, quickly sensing that he wasn't alone, turned around to face her.
"Wanheda. We've been looking for you," the grounder spoke, quickly recongnizing who she was despite the red hair.
"I know," she replied simply, blue eyes staring straight into his dark brown ones without the slightest hint of emotion.
"Actively seeking out a grounder. You're either stupid or suicidal."
"I need to speak with the commander." Clarke's eyes remained on his, disregarding his words.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you right here and now?" he asked, his hand moving towards his blade.
"The Commander won't be too happy if you kill me now will she?" she questioned, regarding him quizically. Her words caused him to falter. "Set up a meeting between me and The Commander and I'll come with you to Polis willingly. Tell her to listen to what I have to say and after if she wants to kill me, so be it." Clarke waited as he considered her words. "You wouldn't want the Ice Nation to get to me first. You know what would happen."
His expression hardened at the mention of the Ice Nation. He was silent for a few brief moments before he finally spoke up, "I will speak with The Commander, but I can't guarantee she will accept. Meet me here at first light and I shall give you an answer."
She nodded her head in understanding, and he slowly turned and started to walk away. Clarke watched him go, eyes never leaving his retreating figure until he disappeared into the trees.