❛ empire now ❜
★ ₊˚.  ❪ jus drain jus daun ❫
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❛ blood must have blood ❜

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❪ ——— "MANY, MANY YEARS AGO ..."

       Lexa smiled at the boy beside her. She and her brother hadn't been taken away yet by the scouts, and their lives were as normal as they could be. They trained to become warriors, and they ate dinner with their parents before they cuddled up underneath their homemade blankets and drifted into a sleep.

"You'll tell me stories ever night, right?" Anakin asked, tiling his head to look up towards his sister. He held big doe eyes that sparkled at the mentions of stories that his sister would tell him. She was only a year older, and they've practically raised together all their lives.

"Of course," Lexa nodded with a smile. She placed a cloth on her brothers arm that was above the blanket overtop of his body. During combat training, he had managed to nic his arm which caused blood to pour. Lexa had kindly closed the wound by heating up a knife and pressing it to the wound. She'd always protect her brother, no matter the situation. "Now let me continue my story, brother. Many, many, many years ago, someone named Bekka Pramheda had found her way to the ground. She had helped save the human race."

"What else had she done?" Anakin blinked up at his sister sleepily. It was hard to keep his eyes open, but he did it non the less.

"She met Kalliope Pramfleimkepa, and gave her the flame. She then sent Kalliope into the world where she started Klans. Kalliope was Trikru. She started our clan my brother." Lexa told the story, looking down when she finished talking to see Anakin sleeping peacefully.

Lexa smiled slightly, standing up and placing an extra blanket over her brother. She left the room, slowing her steps when she heard her parents taking with someone in their makeshift living room. She didn't walk any further, choosing to stay hidden where she was.

"They are only children. Seven and eight." Lexas mother whispered sadly, sniffling as she glared at the man in front of her.

"It is their duty to be taken back to polis, to train to become the next commander." The scout said, their voice was steady and it was clear that what he wanted would happen. "It is what they are meant to become."

"Can it wait until morning. Give them time with us before they have to leave?" Lexas father asked with hope. He didn't want to see his children be taken, and for them to be punished for hiding his children from the night blood scouts.

"When my horses arrive, we shall leave for polis. You have until then." The scout told them, leaving the home without any other word.

"Mother? Father?" Lexa peaked around the corner, watching as her parents whirled around to face her. She could see her mothers tear covered cheeks, and her fathers from that was way to large. "Is everything okay?"

"You and your brother get to go to polis. They're going to take very good care of you. The commander heard of your sprits, how well you are succeeding in all of your work." Lexas father told his daughter, placing his hands on her shoulder as he knelt down. "You both will train to become the next commander."

"But Anakin is still only young. Is he to be taken as well?" Lexa gazed back towards her and her brothers room.

"You both get to go. You'll have lives we couldn't ever have given you." Lexas mother smiled sadly, kneeling down and grabbing ahold of her daughters hand. "Just know, we love you so very much."

"It is time." The scout said, opening up the door and stepping inside. He didn't frown, choosing to keep a straight face as he stepped even further inside the home. "Please grab anything that you may need for the journey."

"I will get Anakin." Lexas mother whispered as she left the room, heading towards where her son was sleeping peacefully.

"Lexa? Father?" Anakin groggily blinked towards the two that were engaged in a hug. Anakin had hugged his mother, already telling her that he loved her to the stars.

"Brother," Lexa grabbed ahold of her brothers hand, leading him towards the door where the scout stood. "He is taking us to polis because of our hard work. We are special."

"My children ... do not fear our future lives. We all have paths that were created by the commanders before us." Lexas father smiled sadly. "May the spirits of the commanders choose you."

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ANAKIN KOM TRIKRU
hayden christensen

❝we may not come from the same parents, lexa, but you are my family. but do not cross me, sister.❞

RAVEN REYES KOM SKAIKRU
lindsey morgan

❝ oh you dick. you self righteous commander, yeah? well guess what, fuck you. ❞

JOHN MURPHY KOM SKAIKRU
richard harmon

❝ is this who we are? two people who despise each other but are forced to become friends? oh my anakin, what a wonderful world. ❞

AND

DAISY WALLACE
ariana greenblatt
❝ wait, i'm just a child! i don't want it! dad? dad, no, no! ❞

MARIE KANE
emily rudd
❝ okay, heda. ❞

VAL KOM AZGEDA
tessa thompson
❝ octavia, you have the soul of a grounder, do not let anyone change that. ❞

OSLO BLANE
john boyega
❝ that's the best you could come up with, huh? you killed them, all because what? you wanna play grounder, well fine by me. if you wanna play grounder, i'll treat you like one. here's a message for the commander. ❞

EVERLEE SINCLAIR
jenna ortega
❝ i wanna help. now. ❞

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disclaimer — i do not own the 100 or any of the characters created with the show and books. i do however own the characters i create and and their plots/involvement and such. all the credit goes to the cw the 100 show writers and creators, along with the book writer kass morgan.

warning — this fic will contain blood, murder, death, kidnapping, weapons, self harm, alcohol, mature themes, polygamy and lgbtq themes, and anything else you might see in the 100.

dedications — andy_iz_de_best
voidsteffy arsvenal goldenjeremiah ejsandfarkleslovebot -parkersfilms celestearabella2002 daisye13
and anyone else!

authors note — this is a rewrite! let's see if I can make Anakin just a little more scary.

authors note number two — sentences in italics are the grounder language, trigedasleng.