Audelia Aria Kane, a girl with endless opportunities when she gets down to Earth. She had committed multiple crimes punishable by death. She lost many battles and friends but does she lose the main one of all? Follow along her story to see if she is...
"You are too aggressive", warned Lexa as I lunged with my sword again. "Don't let anger take over. It makes it much easier to kill you", explained Lexa. I nodded, taking a deep breath, and lunging again towards her. She blocked it, and instead lunged herself but I was quick enough to defend myself. "Good, you're learning".
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"I sure hope so, it's been 3 months", I reply, putting my sword in it's sleeve.
"Have patience. Roan had taught you well, but it wasn't enough. I practiced for years to get where I am now. You will too", assured Lexa as she passed her sword to Titus, who put it away. "I have a meeting to attend to now, I will see you for dinner".
"Is it about Clarke?", I asked suddenly as Lexa was leaving the room.
"Yes, I found a more suited person for the job", replied Lexa after a silent moment.
"Who?", I asked, turning around, and walking closer to her.
"You wouldn't know them", replied Lexa, leaving with Titus right behind her. I sighed a little frustrated, and decided to take a walk through the streets, maybe visit the little nightbloods.
I walked quickly to my room, changing into my usual attire, and taking my sword with me as I left the building. There were so many people out here, so much chattering, kids running around. They were happy. I wish I could say the same about myself.
I regretted running away. I knew Bellamy must be hurting right now, and my dad too. But I wanted to be selfish. I needed to take some time to get myself back together. I owed this to myself. Besides, I doubted anybody would've wanted me around after what I did.
Children, little children burned, innocent people burned. I still saw them in my dreams. Every night. Their blister filled faces, their tear filled eyes... I couldn't take it.
I looked around, and some grounders walked around me in fear, some looked me up and down and returned to their conversations, others just looked at me with respect.
I was known as Wangona, while Clarke was known as Wanheda. Wangona meant the warrior of death. I hated the name, I did. It reminded me of everything I did. But I couldn't escape it, it was part of my punishment. Unfortunately, Wangona wasn't the only other nickname I had. When I got to Polis and joined Lexa, I... went a little off the rails. I so desperately wanted to do something good that I began murdering grounders that committed crimes. Theft, murder, rape, anything and everything. With Lexa's permission of course, but I did it. I knew that it only made me a worse person, but I needed to believe that I was doing something half decent. Which is why I was also known as Nightslayer, the unknown person who killed those who did something wrong at night. People loved to gossip, especially about the unknown killer.
I hated who I was becoming, but I didn't have enough strength to stop. No one was there for me either to help me stop. It was like an addiction. And usually I preferred to fight my battles on my own, but I needed someone now. My dad, Bellamy, Kyle, Raven, or even Roan. But they were all gone. I left my family, my friends, and that was a mistake. I couldn't go back now. They would hate me, and I don't think I could handle their hatred on top of the hatred of other grounders as well. I had to live with what I did.
