" Defined by no man, you are your own story.
Blazing through the world, turning history into herstory. And when they dare to tell you about all the things you cannot be,
You smile at them. "
" I am both woman and warrior and you cannot stop me. "...
"WE GATHER HERE ON THIS ASCENTION day to honor the commanders who came before me," Lexa begins from her seat on her throne. "Those who live on within me, as I will one day live on within one of you," the commander turns, smiling at the young natblidas who stand to her left.
Angelina stands off to the right besides Clarke. The fairytale girl stands tall with her hair braided around the back of her head, the way that Lexa had styled it for her earlier that very morning. The girl had changed from the clothes she had in Azgeda, as it was much warmer in Polis. She wore black jeans, ripped at the knee and a knit off the shoulder top. Her riding boots almost put her as tall as Clarke.
Angelina glances to the blonde beside her, finding her gaze locked in on Lexa. Angelina smiles, happy with the relationship between the two. Though Angelina knew that the two females would never put a label on what they had. They made each other happy, and that's all that mattered in Angelina's eyes.
"Fleimkepa don swega klin bilaik osir na ge sen in!" (The flamekeeper promised that we would be heard!)
Angelina turns her attention to the door, a a man with a crutch stumbles through the doorway.
"Titus, what is this?" Lexa asks, turning to the older man.
"Something you need to hear, heda," Titus whispers to his commander.
Angelina catches Lexa rolls her eyes before turning to the man who now kneels before her. Angelina's eyes widen as one of the men behind him pushes Octavia forward, her arms tied behind her back and her mouth gagged.
"What the hell is this?" Angelina snarls, locking eyes with her best friend as he eyes flash green.
The grounder man ignores the girl, turning to face his commander. "Wigod ai op hashta min klin ona disha presh sintaim, heda. Ai laik Semet kom Trikru. Wocha kom Rendon. En ai kom op hashta raitnes." (Forgive me for intruding on this holy day, commander. I am Semet from Trikru. Cheiftan of Rendon. And I come seeking justice.)
