No A/N

Alex POV

Two days later we made it to the city of Polis. Our progress was slowed by the hundreds of people rushing to the city, to see who the new commander may be. We could only travel at night, so no one would be able to see my face. Roan reminded me over and over again how important it was to make our entrance at the right moment. That I could cause controversy and some may believe that I am Lexa.

Roan even suggested I take her identity. He wanted me to lie and say that I am the one true commander, that even death cannot stop my reign, that I am a God. While this sounded great, it means that I would have to pretend to be Lexa. And I am done pretending. I am done pretending and hiding.

The people of the coalition will know my name and they will feel my pain. The first to go will be SkaiKru. They will be annihilated. Then will come Trikru. My so called clan. The Queen would never allow me to take the marks of the Ice Nation, because I was still Trikru. I will prove to everyone that I am not Trikru. I am not apart of any clan. I am nokru.

I pulled the hood of my dark cloak further over my face. For now, I had to listen to Roan. For now, he is my king. But, when I become the Commander, I am above the King. He will bow to me. I will have my revenge on him as well.

Roan and his mother kept me in a cell for fifteen years. No access to the outside, unless I was learning combat or the ways of a warrior. And in those times, I would wish for the comfort of my cell. I was beat constantly everyday. I had to learn to take a hit without flinching otherwise I would be hit over and over again. Roan held a blade to my stomach, and dragged it as it sliced through my abdomen, while I held still. If I had screamed, or even blinked, it would have never stopped.

I understand what they were doing. They were creating a monster. Someone who could not feel pain. Someone who had no remorse. Well they created that monster all right. But they took it one step to far. I can understand them trying to make the best warrior possible. But when they tried to inject me with that serum. That's when they lost their monster.

I can still remember the fear I felt that night. It was only a few months ago. It was that damned sky girls fault, Wanheda. When she brought down the mountain men, it gave the Queen an idea.

She thought that she could create a monster even more evil than the reapers. What could be worse than a natblida with the reaper serum running through their veins. The memory brought back chills that shuttered through my whole body.

I was lucky though. I was very lucky to be the strongest nightblood that the Queen collected. You see there were three of us in the beginning. There was me, Ontari, and a boy that was much younger than us. His name was Merick.

I found out about his death as the needle that held the serum was being forced into my vein. Some servent came running in screaming uncontrollably.

"DO NOT GIVE THEM THE SERUM! DO NOT GIVE THEM THE SERUM!" She cried over and over. She nearly passed out when she saw the needle in my arm. "Merick is dead! The serum has killed him! Do not give it to the natblidas!"

A cool breeze made its way under my cloak, causing me to shiver once again. This time I was brought back to reality. It was a weird feeling, walking back into this place that I could not remember, but I know I had spent so much time here.

I looked at each and every house, shack, road, and rock that we passed by; knowing that it would soon all be mine. An evil smirk spread across my face. It was time.

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A few hours later, we were preparing to make our move. The scouts had found a way into the building and the final plan was set. I nearly shook with anticipation, this has been the moment I have been waiting for my whole life.

"Calm your hands, Alex." Roan spoke softly, "A commander's hands should never shake. Commanders are not scared."

"I am not frightened," I sneered, "I am excited."

"A true commander would be able to calm their emotion, maybe I should have bet on Ontari becoming the commander." He quipped back.

I lowered my brows into a glare, "Let's get on with this then. So you can see who shall be the commander."

He gave me a short nod and signaled the others. As I walked past Ontari, we locked eyes, once I set foot outside of this camp we were going to be enemies.

With a smirk on my face I said to her, "It is such a shame that I am going to have to kill you tomorrow, you would have made such a good hand maiden,"

Ontari's cold stare was lost, and she broke out into laughter, "What's a shame is the fact that you think you can win, little one." I smiled back at her. This was the first time that we have bonded in so many years. We were raised to hate each other, but it is hard to hate someone that is going through the same hell as you are.

Little one, she has not called me by that name in so long. That is what she called me when I was first brought to Azgeda, when I was still too afraid to even say my name. I will truly feel awful when I slit her throat tomorrow. And with that thought, I stepped into enemy territory.

My heart was pounding as I snuck through the allies that lead to the capitol building. I kept having a feeling that I had been here before, that I had done this before. I shook off the feeling and kept running towards my destiny.

I flew past buildings and signs until my feet stopped in the middle of the road on the outskirts of town. And then I remembered.

Giggling. My lungs ached, but I couldn't stop giggling as I ran as fast as I could, trying to catch up to my sister. Lexa was so fast! But, so was I. This was the most fun, that I had ever had. There was no place to run like this in Ton D.C.

Maybe if I just close my eyes for a second, I could run fast enough to catch Lexa! I gritted my eyes shut and out all of my energy into making my feet move faster Thunk! My body hit the ground...hard. I felt fire rushing up and down my arm, I looked down to put out the flames to see a black liquid rushing out of my arm. I looked up to ask Lexa for assistance, but she was gone.

"Leksa!" I screamed as I started to panic. I ignored the stares and whispers of everyone around me as I sprinted to find my sister. I ran for what felt like days, but I couldn't find her. I was so tired, I need to sit down.

I sat near a wall and held my bleeding arm close to me and started to cry. I don't want to be lost anymore I thought to myself. I want Mama and Papa. I put my head down and sobbed.

Woosh! I was being pulled through the air by the thick arm around my stomach. I looked up into the eyes of a desperate man, and then everything went black.

Those eyes... They belonged to Roan. Roan took me from my family. They didn't drop me off to become a slave, I was taken. My whole life felt like a lie. I hated my family and wished them death every single day, for something they didn't do.

Get it together Alex, I thought to myself. They might not have dropped you off, but they never found you either. And with that thought, I carried on my way to the base of the tower.

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When I finally reached the top of the tower, my arms and legs were burning. I pulled myself over the side of the balcony and pushed myself close to the wall. I had just free climbed hundreds of stories and lived to tell the tale. There was no way that I was going to lose this conclave.

The plan was to announce myself, come morning light, in the commanders chambers. I would slice my palm and let my ebony blood drip to the floor as I demanded to be in the conclave. They must not know that the Ice Nation kept two night bloods to themselves, and since I do not have the Ice Nation markings, guess who is on their own.

After I had finally caught my breath, it was time to enter the chamber. The climb had taken longer than I expected; I was almost caught climbing during the day light hours.

I snuck through the window and into the lavish chamber of the Commander. This was soon to be all mine.

For a second, just for a second, my throat tightened as if I was going to cry, when I saw my sister's armor. No! You hated that nasty, untalented, weakling you called your sister!

When, I finally got ahold of my emotions, I turned from her armor and started walking towards the door, to announce myself to the world.

As I began walking, the door began to creak and flew open. I threw my arm up to shield my eyes as the bright light blinded me. When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw a figure standing in the doorway.

She had blonde hair and was wearing war robes. Wanheda.

The shocked expression said it all as she took in my face, as she saw Lexa standing there. Well, I was about to show her how wrong she was.

It was time, I pulled my dagger from my sheath and opened my mouth to speak, "My name is Al-"

She cut me off, "What are you doing!" I will admit, this confused the hell out of me.

"I am.." I started again only to be cut off by her rushing to my side.

"Lexa, you know you are not supposed to be out of your bed! Let alone in the Commander's chamber! People are supposed to think that you are dead! How are they going to think that if you are standing right in front of them!" She continued rambling on and on and on.

Wait? Lexa is alive?

"Of course Lexa is alive. Clarke thinks Lexa is being stupid right now. We have so much work to do! Why are you acting weird!" She quipped back,

Oh I said that out loud... What the hell do I do? Okay, Stick with the plan Alex. Announce yourself.

When Clarke reached for my hand, I pulled away fast.

"Lexa, what's going on..."

With a cold stare and as much hate as I could muster I said, "I'm not Lexa."