Lexa POV

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As the bullet drove itself into my abdomen, I knew that I was going to die. I was not afraid, for Titus had prepared me for the inevitable death that would one day come my way. Unfortunately, that day had come much sooner than many had anticipated. I knew that my spirit would choose the next commander wisely, I was not afraid for my people. Even though I was unafraid as I looked death in the face, I was not ready to let go. It was that beautiful girl, with the blonde hair, that kept me wanting to linger on this earth.

She was scared, I could see it in her eyes. Her eyes, those beauitful blue eyes were filled with tears as she screamed out to me. I could see her mouth moving but I couldn't hear a sound, there was only a ringing in my ears. I wanted to say something, to comfort her in anyway I could, but I couldn't take in a breath. The pain was starting to spread and I started to feel myself slip away into the world of the commanders. The voices of the past commanders comforted me, telling me that I would be safe with them.

"Don't be afraid" I managed to spit out between sharp intakes of air.

"You're going to be fine!" Clarke tells me, breaking through the ringing in my ears. I almost smiled at the sweet sound of her voice. I wish that I could stay, just to hear that voice.

"She's losing too much blood." She snaps at Titus. I just wish that she wouldn't be so afraid. I hate to see her upset.

"Stay with me." She begged as I started to drift away.

"Forgive me, Heda" Titus softly says as he realizes that the wound I now carry, is fatal. I feel no hatred towards Titus for ending my time as a commander. I only have resent for the time with Clarke he cut short.

"You will never again attempt to harm Clarke, swear it" I panted. I could not leave this world knowing that he was out to get her.

"I swear it" he said as he looked me in the eyes. It's time, the realization dawned on me and I knew that I had to be brave for Clarke.

With an athorative voice I say, "Then do your job. Serve the next as you have served me, Flamekeeper." As I say this, I see anger spark in Clarke's eye.

"Hey, Don't you dare give up!" she screamed at me. I just wish that she would understand that death is not the end.

"I'm not, my spirit will live on." Please understand Clarke. Please understand that I do not choose this, but it is too late.

"No! I'm not letting you die." I can see that she is determined, but I know that she will fail.

"There is nothing you can do now. The next Commander will protect you." I am getting weaker and weaker,and I know it will not be long now. I need her to accept that my spirit will move on before I leave.

"I don't want the next commander," She screams, "I want you." In those words I hear all that I need too. In those words, I know that she loves me. And that's all I need to know to be able to move on.

"I'm ready, Heda." Titus calls my attention to him. It's time.

"Clarke-" I start, as I try to tell her how I feel. I need her to know.

"I'm here." She whispers as she comes back to me.

"My fight is over." How do I start to tell her the things she needs to hear.

"No. No, no I won't accept that." She reffused my words. I needed a way to get through to her that I was leaving. I needed closure as much as I knew that she did. And then it dawned on me, I knew what to say.

"You were right Clarke," I started, "Life is about more than just surviving." And with those words, my energy was spent. I fought to find the spark, to say goodbye. But the world was fading away from me and the calls of the past commanders were becoming stronger. It was time and I needed to give in.

"In peace, may you leave the shore." I heard her voice one last blissful time, "In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey to the ground." Please say the final words Clarke, so that I have hope to see you in the next life.

"May we meet again." Clarke cried as she kissed my lips softly. I let myself go. What a way to leave this world, with Clarke on my lips. Goodbye Clarke, I love you.

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ALEX POV

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I could not tell you how many times I've dreamed of my sisters death. I have dreamed it, wish it, drawn it, and prayed for it. But now that I am seeing the signal fires, my heart has dropped. I almost feel like I might puke.

But why do I feel this way? I thought to myself. Isn't this what I always wanted? I pushed the feeling deep down, crediting it to the fact that I didn't get to kill her myself. That is truly what I always wanted. To end her for stealing the life I could have had. Yes, that is why I had that feeling. My vengeance was stolen from me.

I heard heavy footsteps coming up the path behind me. I whipped around, pulling my sword from its sheath ready to spill the blood of who was about to challenge me. But, as I turned I realized that it was only Roan.

"Easy there killer." Roan growled. I rolled my eyes, knowing that I couldn't slice the throat of the new king. Just ten days before her death, Lexa killed my Queen. Just another person I cannot avenge now that Lexa is dead. Once again, I anger.

"What do you want Roan," I quipped as I returned my sword to my sheath. And then the words that I feared I would never hear escaped his lips.

"It's time." My heart fluttered, would I finally be able to show the world who I really am? To finally leave the Azgeda castle.

"When do we leave." I said calmly, trying to extinguish the excitement from my voice.

"At first light, you better pack and say your goodbyes." I laughed at his words. Say my goodbyes? To who? My warden? The man who kept me locked in the dungeon for my first fifteen years. I had only gained the freedom to walk in our walls this past year.

And what do I pack? I have no belongings. I only have the clothes on my back and the weapons I never leave behind.

"I'm ready to leave now." I am ready to become the commander.

"You need your rest for the conclave. I'll send some one for Ontari at first light and we will be on our way." My heart sunk to my stomach. Of course I had forgotten about Ontari. She also had a right to the throne. Killing her will be a disappointment. As much as I hate her, she has always been here with me. She endured the torture as well.

Before we were taught to hate each other, she used to hold my hand through cell doors in my early days at the castle reminding me that everything would be alright. Her death will not be satisfying. I'm going to miss hating her.

But, being the commander will be worth her blood. Destiny here I come. The next time I open my eyes I will be on my way. It is time.

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NARRATOR

While the city of Polis cried for the loss of their leader, whispers were happening in the capitol building. What would happen to the Flamekeeper, Titus? What would happen to Wanheda and the Sky boy? It had been hours since the signal fire had been lit, why hasn't her body been presented yet?

A horn blew, calling all to attention. Out of the capitol doors walked Titus. In his arms was the young commander. Her petite body wrapped in her red cape. He laid her body on the funeral pyre. Titus picked up the torch and spoke only six words.

"From the ashes, we will rise." He then lowered his arm to the kindling, and flames engulfed the body of Leksa Kom Trikru. But only more questions arose. Why wasn't her body presented? Why was the funeral of our leader so quick? When will the next conclave start? Will the coalition stay intact?

While the rest of the world was uncertain what may happen next, two identical faces lay peaceful. One in sleep and one in eternal rest.

As the sun rose above the horizon, indicating the start of a new day, two set of green eyes flutter open. Both ready to start a journey to their destiny.