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Slowly the sounds in the distance became louder and louder. Her head was fuzzy and in pain and her chest felt heavy. Moving hear hands she soon realized the heaviness was from a body. Clarke's eyes shot open. Lexa. Slowly she pushed Lexa's body off of her and check for the wound. Pulling open her shirt she found that the bullet hit her right in the abdomen.
Ripping off some of her own shirt she stuffed the wound with the peaces. She knew it wasn't enough. Looking around she realized they weren't that far from where the horses where, and Clarke was hoping there was something in the saddle bags that could help them. Looking to Nimai she motion the the horses. “Go.” and without a second thought Niami ran off.
“Clarke.” The words left Lexa's mouth in no more then a raspy whisper. Clarke's head shot up and she saw green staring back at her. Clarke felt instant relief. Lexa was still conscious which was a good sign.
“Its okay, you'll be okay.” Clarke whispered. As soon as the words left her mouth she felt a stabbing pain in her head. Almost as if she was forgetting something.
Soon after Niami returned with a horse and following behind them was Lincoln and Octavia. Clarke could see the worry in her eyes as Octavia called out to her.
“Don't worry I'm fine, but Lexa.... she...”
“Don't worry I got her” Lincoln said as he place a gentle hand on Clarke's shoulder. Looking up from Lexa she realized Lincoln was hurt.
“Lincoln your arm.”
“Don't worry I'm okay. Got shot near the shoulder, but the bullet didn't hit anything important.”
“Glad to hear it.” Then Clarke's eyes widened in concern. “Raven, Anya. Are they Okay.”
Lincoln and Octavia just shared a look.
“Raven is with Anya. Raven was hit in the leg, shes fine but her leg not so much.”
Lincoln took over “As for Anya, she was also hit in the side. As of now shes better then Lexa. Eva and Zedd are looking after them both.”
“Okay, that's good. I think. Anyways, think you can help me her Lincoln.”
“Ya, shouldn't be a problem, I help out in the health center in my village.”
“Okay, great. Octavia keep guard. Lincoln, we need to get the bullet out.”
Together they worked in silence, and after what seemed like hours, but was no more then half an hour, Lexa was out of the danger zone. She still need to be patched up and rested but she should live. Of course the relief was short lived as Octavia called out to her. When working on Lexa, Octavia had to take out a few more people but nothing to bad. Now. Now it was just eerily quiet.
Realizing Octavia's concern, Clarke got up and looked around. There where a few bodies scattered on the ground, and the rest, well Clarke figured they were either injured or hiding. Guns were a weapon of fear and it did its job well.
“Commander.” a voice shouted.
Turning around she was faced with the same man who started this whole attack, and behind him stood what was left of his warriors. They were only around eight, but with Lexa injured they were greatly out numbered.
Not wishing for anyone to get hurt because of her, she headed towards the man. Octavia went to follow but Clarke commander her to stay. As she neared the man she could see the smirk on his face.
“Giving up oh great Commander.”
“No.”
“No?” The mans smirked turned into a frown as his brows furrowed in anger.
“No. I came to apologize.”
the man before her burst out in laughter. “It's a little late for that now Commander.”
“Clarke.”
“What?”
“My name is Clarke.”
The man just stared at Clarke not sure how to respond.
Looking past the man and to the people that followed him, Clarke began to speak.
“I'm sorry I couldn't see past my own walls. I'm sorry I couldn't hear your cries of help. I'm sorry I was more concerned with the well being of the clans and their leaders, rather then the people themselves. I'm sorry I was naive enough to think that just because we had peace among the clans, that meant there was no suffering. But most of all I'm sorry I failed you.”
Clarke took a deep breath before continuing.
“I promise you a better future. Once where I see you and hear the problems you have. One where I make sure that all my people and their villages are happy, safe, and prosperous. I'm not sure where to start but I guarantee that I will make a difference. With the help of everyone, I know we can make a better future. One that is more then just surviving.”
Once again Clarke felt like she was forgetting something as a pain shot through her heart.
“Lies!” The man shouted.
“It's to late for apologizes and false promises.”
Clarke felt more confident at the mans words, for it seemed that the others no longer carried the same hatred as he did.
“No lies, no false promises. I know I cannot take back the past, but I never wanted this. All I ever wanted was peace, not fighting and death. I realize that I lost my way, but my goal still hasn't changed. I will never apologize for wanting peace, but I do promise I will do a better job in obtaining it for all my people. You included.”
“Enough. I will not be fooled. ATTACK!”
No one moved. As the man looked back at his people he saw their resolve gone. No longer where they with him. He looked back at the commander, anger still present in his eyes, and charged. Clarke readied herself but the attack never came. The villagers that were once following the man turned on him and held him back. The man fought back as hard as he could, but eventually got knocked out.
Clarke walked up to the group of people and looked down towards the man.
“Whats his name?”
The villages looked at each other before answering. “Donavin”
“And why is Donavin hatred so strong?”
“We are different then others. We have deformities, and to find people who can see us for more then what we look like is hard. Which is why we made our own village. But Donavin was different. He found love, got married, had a family. But there was raider sightings near by, and one night his house was attacked. He was the only one to survive. The village chief at the time went to go talk to you about the raiders, but he was told you were to busy in clan meeting and to come back at another time. Well..”
“Another time was to late for Donavin.” Clarke guessed and the villages nodded their heads.
“I understand why my apologizes where not enough for him.”
Thinking on what to do she called Octavia over and asked her to bring Donavin back to Polis.
“I understand that I was negligent and I stand by what I said earlier, but that does not make what happen her okay. There will be punishments suitable to your crimes, but do not worry I will not condemn you.”
Once the villages nodded their heads in understanding, Clarke returned to Lexa's side. Along the way she gave out orders and made sure the living and the dead made a safe return to Polis.