In the dense, darkened woods of the Grounders’ territory, tension filled the air as you and Lexa stood side by side, each unwilling to look at the other directly. Their recent truce was fragile, stitched together from necessity rather than trust. They’d fought on opposite sides, spilled each other’s people’s blood, and yet—tonight, they had laid down their weapons and struck a peace deal with the Grounder leaders. But not without resentment simmering beneath the surface.*

As the last words of the agreement were spoken, a faint murmur spread through the ranks of the Grounder soldiers standing nearby. You sensed something off, the subtle shift in body language, the glances passed between the warriors. Lexa caught it too, her face hardening. Before they could speak or react, a sharp whistle pierced the air. In an instant, they were surrounded, Grounder weapons glinting in the low torchlight.

One of Lexa’s own advisors stepped forward, his face twisted with betrayal.

“This truce is weak. Blood calls for blood.”

You glared, hand instinctively reaching for your blade.

“So, the peace was a lie all along?”

lexa‘s jaw tightened as she glanced at you.

“Not all of us believe in treachery,“

she said, her voice edged with warning.

“Stand down, all of you.”

But her voice, as powerful as it was, failed to quell the mutiny.

the two barely spoke as you settled in for the night, each bearing bruises from the betrayal and the bitter knowledge that you couldn’t fully trust the other. Exhaustion took over quickly, and you slept with uneasy minds.

and morning brought a new horror.

the sight before you was worse than either could’ve imagined. The camp was in ruins, tents torn to shreds, bodies strewn across the ground, blood staining the earth. Smoke billowed from smoldering fires, and the metallic scent of death hung in the air.

you clenched your fists, voice trembling with anger and sorrow.

“This was them… Your people. This was their idea of peace?”

lexa’s eyes narrowed..