She reached into her bag, pulled out her flask, and mechanically took a sip before recapping it. The rays of sunshine peeking through the trees as the cloud cover momentarily broke failed to lift Clarke’s dark mood. That meant she just had to keep going with her back to the sun, barely visible through the heavy cloud and tree cover.Ĭlarke heaved a tremulous sigh and blinked rapidly, remembering she was on a mission and couldn’t afford herself the luxury of breaking down.Ĭlarke could sometimes still feel Lexa’s blood on her hands, staining her hands black as she held Lexa in her last moments.Ĭlarke’s fists clenched on the reins and she ground her teeth as she tried to think of the vilest, nastiest word for someone like that. As best as she remembered what Lincoln had said what seemed like an eternity ago, he’d explained about a small clan “east to the sea”. She needed to make it to Luna’s clan, the Floukru (or Floudonkru? She couldn’t remember exactly), soon – before dark, if possible. As best as she could tell, it was midafternoon and before long it would soon be dark. As she turned her gaze away from Polis, she urged the horse onward, its surefooted pace carrying her forward over the winding pathway through the hilly forest. The metal was cold through her thin shirt she tried to ignore it, focusing on the journey ahead.
Clarke slipped the last piece of Lexa she’d ever hold into her coat, just over her heart.
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