When Ground Met Sky

It's Ok To Feel Things

"Send warriors across the Azgeda border and retrieve the Night bloods. I will not stand for this disobedience from Niya."

"Sha Heda."

"You are dismissed, go inform your warriors of the decisions made and plan accordingly."

"Sha Heda."

The room cleared slowly as ambassadors exited the room after exchanging quick words with allied clans. The discussions created a light buzz of inaudible discussions.

I sat back in my throne and got lost in my own thoughts when I realized the throne room was completely empty. I sighed audibly into the empty space. My mind was a tangle of confusion...emotions. The Night Bloods are very important to the coalition but I could not deny my fondness of them.

I gripped the throne tightly and let the anger wash over me. There was nothing I could do for the Night Bloods except send warriors over the border and get them back by force. Azgeda was the only clan that was constantly out of line, never respecting the coalition or their commander.

It took every bit of self control and training not to declare war on ice nation and all of their allied clans, laying waste to queen Niya and all of her followers, the innocent and guilty alike.

All ice nation blood was corrupted and evil, not one drop held any regard for human life. They knew no peace, only war and vengeance.

They have no place in the coalition but declaring war would throw the rest of the coalition off balance. The period of peace her people had been enjoying would be put to an abrupt end as the rivers flowed red once again.

All I had fought for as Heda, all the coalition had worked for once again was threaten by yet another war. Another war as the hands of Azgeda, queen Niya.

War councils had been held many times on the account of Ice nation. Each time an ambassador called for the queens head and each time I held back the thirst I had for her blood.

The ice nation would not fall into line under the death of their queen. Their blood was all the same, they knew no peace. Ice nation was the same as their queen, loyalty had been tested time and time again and each time a warrior died bloody and beaten without uttering one word that could put his clan in danger. No amount of torture could break queen Niyas warriors, that's why they were so dangerous. Life had no value, peace no worth.

I slammed my hand against the wood of my throne. Ice nation was worse than Ski crew! I stood up abruptly and walked towards the door, my hand resting on the handle. I leaned forward and put my head against the wood. For one second I allowed all of the fear I felt to overcome me, to engulf me. All of the uncertainty to course through my veins. I allowed myself to acknowledge that I was powerless, helpless.

I slammed my hand against the hard wood, anger. It's how I masked my feelings from even myself. Each time I felt something, I would train harder and my anger made me a warrior. My anger made me Heda.

I pulled the handles forward and the large wooden doors creaked open, guards stepped aside and dipped their heads.

I walked past them and took hurried steps back to the commanders chambers. Once I reached the door I took a deep breath, steeling my emotions and putting on a stoic expression. I pulled the doors open and closed them quietly behind me.

The bed was empty, the furs neatly pulled up and folded. I scanned the room and found Clarke sitting on the couch, a sketch book in hand. She was so focused on her work that she didn't notice when I had walked in.

I stared at her for a moment, taking in the way her face looked when she concentrated. The way her lips drew together and her nose wrinkled slightly. Kinda like how she looked before she... I shook my head.