Nepa stood on the top of the hill overlooking the smaller forms dancing with their swords. In the five years since the new group of Nightbloods had arrived they'd improved vastly. Some had barely been able to hold a sword let alone lift one when they'd arrived, but now she watched as they expertly blocked and parried with each other. Burke walked the warriors correcting stances and giving defensive suggestions now and then. Every once in a while he'd glance up to her a smile on his face, a smile she couldn't help but replicate. She'd have to get after him later for making her smile like a fool when she was meant to be a hard training instructor.

Then she felt it, the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Without truly thinking Nepa drew her sword and swung around feeling the metal of the blade clash against another.

"Good." Lexa breathed holding her blade against Nepa's. "You did let me get quite close to you though."

Nepa lowered her blade and shrugged at the Commander. The two were roughly the same height now and though the warrior still respected the older girl there was familiarity between the two. It was this that prompted her next words.

"I just thought it would be nice to chat you."

Lexa's eyes flashed with a smile.

"How are they doing?" She asked looking down the hill at the training children, all of whom now were visibly un-eased by her presence. Unlike the older generation they still felt a slight fear towards her at least when Clarke wasn't around. The Sky Girl, despite having the name Wanheda had won their hearts fairly quickly with her bright smiles and magnificent stories of the sky.

They all now perked up whenever it was time for one of their medical lessons.

The 13 clans had been at peace for 5 years, something completely unheard of. The only time Lexa had had to raise her sword had been to train with the Nightbloods. Even Azgeda had accepted the conclave and her reign. She had now officially been the longest commanding Heda. Something that brought her great pride.

"I thought they were going to finish training early today?" Clarke had finally begun to master the ability of approaching without being heard. Now the Sky Girl stood with the Commander and her student, slightly unimpressed. "We were going to start a lesson on bandaging today, now they'll be so tired."

"We were going to stop." Nepa said. "But they seemed to be making great strides and I didn't want to stop them."
A sharp look from Clarke told her that she'd been wrong to do this. The girl gave a brief nod.

"I'll gather them up." She said quickly before trotting down the hill to gather the children. "I'm sure they'll be attentive." She called back nervously.

"And it's me they fear?" Lexa said dryly at Nepa's retreating form.

"I'm not that scary." Clarke said giving the Commander a slight shove; The tarnished metal ring on her left hand catching in the sun. Lexa saw the glint and caught the girl's hand. Though Clarke had worn the ring for over two years now it still brought her delight, especially its likeness to the one she wore on her own hand.

The stories the distant clans had begun to tell of the pair spoke of how the Commander of the united clans and the Commander of Death bonded to bring the land to peace. Their marriage celebration had kept Polis from growing completely dark for almost five days and brought thousands of members from the different clans together. Two years later and it was still a topic of conversation on the streets.

As Lexa leaned down and gave Clarke's hand a brief kiss Nepa called to them.

"We are ready for the lesson now Wanheda." The Nightbloods sat gathered young and old in a semi circle.

"You should come learn as well." Clarke said pressing her lips briefly against Lexa's before making her way down to the students.

"I will." Lexa said hesitating at the top of the hill for moment. Taking in the site before her.

Each Nightblood below could have been her child with the amount of love she held for each of them and to see them all gathered around Clarke, listening intently as the girl spoke warmed her even further.

It was moments like these that Lexa knew it had all been worth it. All of the trials, the wars, and the deaths she'd experienced. They'd all be leading to moments like this. To a world where she loved and was loved, a world where she wasn't considered weak for it. A world where she smiled and the world smiled back.

Clarke glanced up at her expectantly, no doubt waiting for her to serve as a simulated patient for the exercise. The Commander began to make her way down the hill.

All was well and would remain well until the end of her days.

THE END