A/n - ahh, sorry this is super long. I orginally actually had the next part and this one in one chapter but then i relaised it was like over 5000 words and I should probably cut it in two.
Based of - 3x09 Words - 3840 Warnings - death, blood. Song - way down we go (kaleo)
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While you and Murphy had been dwelling on your next move, Clarke had been somewhere else, mustering up a plan that would save her people. She very quickly came to the conclusion that the only way to do that was to stop Ontari from becoming Heda. So, just as she was about to leave for Arkdia, a flicker of hope came back to her mind - the flame.
She could use it. If she had her hands on it, she controlled who came into power and who didn't. The only problem was that she didn't know where it was. Though, she did know who might know it's location : You. Which would now explain as to why she was standing in your doorway, ignoring the tension that had settled over you and Murphy.
Ever since the brunette boy had given the suggestion that for once in your life you do something selfish by saving yourself, you both had tensed. It felt as if you joining Ontair, real or not, it was like you were betraying your people. And that was the last thing you wanted to do right now.
Luckily, there had been no need to continue the conversastion when Clarke came wondering in. You stood up from the bed, Murphy turning from the wall he'd been facing. "Clarke," You called as you took note of her anxious like demeanor.
She look between you and Murphy, pushing back any assumption as to what had happen. She learnt a long time ago not to question Murphy. Though, maybe she would do if it somehow involve you. Clarke never wanted to see you get hurt. Especially not my Murphy. Unbeknownst to Clarke, the boy wouldn't dare try to hurt you. That's what he was trying to protect you from.
"I need the flame." She finally spoke. Your brows narrow, walking closer to the girl as Murphy joined back to your side.
At first, you didn't understand. But soon enough, your shoulders relaxed and a realisation came to mind. "If Ontari doesn't have the flame, she can't ascend." You uttered, all new information to the boy next to you. Flames, ascensions, commander's - it all went over his head. It wasn't until now, that he thought that information would come in handy.
However, as much as you dreaded the thought as Ontari as heda, you knew there was no other option at this point. She was the last nightblood, the only one made to have the flame put into their minds. "As much as the idea is great, I can't leave my people leaderless." You reminded her. It may not have been as important to her as it was to you, but the clans needed a commander. And, right now, you didn't have another choice. Or so you had thought.
Just before Lexa died, her tattoos showed Clarke something that at the time didn't seem so important. But now, it might be the thing to save everyone. "I have a plan for that as well." She promised you. And, with one glance to Murphy, you nodded. You trusted Clarke. She would do what's right.
