A/N: Italics are Trigedasleng since I'm too lazy to go look for the translations online. And perhaps I will continue to do this instead. Thank you for all the lovely comments on the past chapters, they really brighten my day and make me wanna write more.

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Roan and Dakota waited until the sun set, things around them got dark pretty quickly and soon the only sounds that were heard were crickets chirping and their breathing. Dakota leaned up against the wall looking at Roan who was busy sharpening his sword with a rock.

"You know, you never told me which Clan you're from." Dakota pressed when things got pretty awkward between the two. Roan paused his hand motions for a second before pressing the rock to the edge of his blade once again.

"It doesn't matter now." Roan's low voice spoke up.

Dakota pursed her lips at the lone Grounder. Why wouldn't it matter, he most likely belonged to a Clan but why wouldn't he tell her? "Worried that I would spill all your secrets?" Dakota smirked at the back of his head as she started to play with her fingers.

The Grounder turned slightly to catch a glimpse at the Sky Girl, "Mind your own, or I'll cut out your tongue."

Dakota rolled her eyes at his hostility. "Just thought I'd get to know you before you tried to kill me, which by the way, you wouldn't succeed."

Roan didn't answer her back because of a certain door opening in the distance. Roan gestured her to turn her body so her back was laying flat against the wall of the Trader's post and Dakota obliged. She saw Clarke look out in the distance with an emotionless face when she turned to walk towards were Roan was hidden in the shadows.

It all happened so quickly, and before she knew it her friend was captured in the Grounder's arms with his sword pressed against her neck. "Hello, Wanheda."

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They have been walking for more than five hours, and Clarke had been struggling to keep up with Roan's pace. Dakota had placed herself in front of Roan, scouting the path ahead, making sure there were no enemy's that would cause delay of the transportation. Half of her wanted to kill him and rescue Clarke but even she knew that going up against a trained warrior would be death. She was seriously in a tricky situation and she cursed herself for going along with him now with no way out of it.

Her thoughts kept her mind elsewhere and barely on the road ahead. She weighted out the pro's and cons of her attacking Roan, rescuing Clarke and bringing her back to Arcadia. So many things could go wrong, she could die then Clarke would most likely die. She could get injured but Roan would be dead and getting Clarke back to Arkadia would be a difficult task if she couldn't protect them on the way there. Then there was the question sitting on her shoulder, what if Clarke didn't even want to go back?

Dakota sighed out and looked behind her. Clarke had fallen on the rocks with Roan leaning over her, pulling on her rope like a dog on a leash. "On your feet." She heard Roan command when he pulled her forward but she didn't move.

Dakota made her way towards them in a quick jog. "Oh come on, Ro. Maybe she needs a break. We've been walking for hours." She walked over with a playful smirk on her face and a confident sway in her walk.

Her smirk was replaced with a panicked expression when Roan turned Clarke over to her back and she didn't move. He kneeled down beside her as Dakota stood peering down by his side. He looked out in the distance, making sure no one was behind them and said. "Looks like the great Wanheda is human, after all."

Dakota kneeled down by Clarke's side and turned her gaze toward Roan. "Go get her some water," She suggested and Roan turned around and walked over to the river that was flowing down on their left side.

Clarke immediately opened her eyes as soon as she heard his footsteps and to her surprise, Clarke grabbed a rock and smacked it against Dakota's skull, knocking her out for a hot minute. She swore she heard Clarke mutter an apology before stealthily making her way over behind Roan and attacking him, making him tumble head first into the water. Dakota stirred behind the ruckus as Clarke began to drown the Grounder in the water. Behind them, Dakota turned onto her stomach, watching as Roan's body began to stop struggling and Clarke succeeded on killing the Grounder. But the odds weren't in Clarke's favour when she removed the gag around her mouth and Roan caught her off guard by coming up from the water and hitting her with his elbow. Dakota got to her knees as Roan flipped Clarke over his head and submerged her in the water.

Dakota watched in horror as Roan held Clarke's head under water and her knees splashing the water with every struggle. Just as Dakota got to her feet Roan pulled Clarke out of the water, revealing her soaked blonde hair and clean face. "Now that's better." He stared at Clarke who's face was stained with red from her hair, but what Clarke spoke next, hit Dakota like a train.

"You're Ice Nation."

That's who she was helping, she had heard tales of the people from Ice Nation. Azgeda was a land of war, feared by all who knew them. They were people born from ice and nursed by winter and winter alone. As Dakota grew closer, she saw the scars on his face, and those scars showed greatness in the art of combat. Her chance of killing this Grounder had just grown slim, her chance of rescuing Clarke had just failed and now she was stuck in this situation with her life on the line. How did she become so stupid? She should of known from the mud that was caked on his face in just one area. She should of known.

Dakota swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat as Clarke looked at her shocked upon saying her next words. "Let's get going, we're wasting sunlight." Her throat grew tight with the look of betrayal on Clarke's face and the rope around her fists tightened when Roan looked back up at the brunette that walked up behind him. With a tug of Clarke's leash, they had set out further into Azgeda territory and in the first time in a long time, Dakota was scared for her life.

It was now mid-day as they found themselves out in the open. Roan and Clarke trailed a foot in front of Dakota. Roan kept looking back to see if she was still following, and now that they were in Azgeda territory, the goal to remain unseen had grew more difficult when Roan had noticed Azgeda scouts up ahead. Roan pushed Clarke in front of some degrading fence posts as Dakota crouched down upon noticing the scouts. Clarke's breathing started to grow rapid as she was pushed forcefully down and Roan leaned over her, "Quiet."

"Ice Nation scouts, I assume?" Dakota questioned Roan in a low whisper as she crouched up beside him. Clarke met Dakota's gaze as Roan directed his attention to the scouts that were directly south of them. Dakota smiled slightly before mouthing to Clarke, 'I'll keep you safe.'

Clarke seemed to relax slightly, deep down she knew Dakota wouldn't be on the same side as the Azgeda warrior. Roan looked back and looked at Dakota. "We'll backtrack to avoid them, and then we go around." Roan looked at the Burnette and she nodded at him. Roan collected Clarke's ropes in his hand as Clarke let out a loud muffled scream, alarming the scouts. Dakota's head shot towards Clarke and then to the direction of the scouts who's swords were drawn. Roan looked at Clarke, "Their deaths are on you," He said before putting a bag over her head and getting onto his feet.

He approached the scouts with his hand out, showing no signs of attack. "Easy." He spoke calmly and moved his hair back from his temple to show his Azgeda scars. "I don't want trouble."

The Scout looked at him and nodded. "He's Ice Nation." He said, informing his scouts behind him, but not taking his eyes off of Roan. The Scouts behind him approached with their weapons drawn and Dakota grew more anxious, keeping her arm to her sword. "Who's this?" The scout directed his attention to Clarke, who had a bag on her head and Dakota who was on the other side of Roan.

"Wanheda." Roan spoke while looking over at the covered blonde. "A prisoner for our Queen." Roan spoke and the scout started walking closer to Clarke making Dakota walk up closer to Roan's back, he felt her presence behind him and tensed up at how close the brunette was. He heard her shaky breath and knew she was slightly scared. The scout started to advance on Clarke and grabbed the bag that was covering up her face. He lifted it off and upon seeing her face, he looked to his ally's with a shocked expression.

"I told you.. I don't want trouble."

The leader of the scouts looked at his ally's, "We'll be set for life. Take her." He looked back at the trio and raised their weapons.

"I can't let you do that." From beside Dakota, she saw Roan let go of Clarke's rope and Clarke took the oppourinty to made a run for it. "What are you doing? I'll get her, kill them!" The scout warned them and started going after her. Dakota immediately drew her sword and the scouts started to attack. Roan ducked in time to avoid one of the scouts swords and turned his attention to the scout behind him. What they didn't know was there were more scouts hidden away behind them, and Dakota almost lost her footing as one of them jumped onto her back. She grabbed the hair of the man and flipped him so that he landed in front of her. He swept his leg out, catching her off guard and sending her flat on her bum. Her sword fell to the ground just out of her reach and she panicked when he got on top of her. She expected this was the way she would die but to her surprise Roan's sword pierced through his chest and Dakota let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.

Before she knew it, Roan was extending his hand down at her after she pulled the body of the dead grounder from on top of her. She hesitantly took it and Roan helped her to her feet. Roan started walking over to Clarke who was laying on her stomach with a grounder on top of her. Dakota had grabbed her sword from the ground and when she turned around, she had seen Clarke stab Roan in the stomach.

"If you were gonna kill me, you would've done it already." Dakota heard Clarke speak as she was held with a knife in front of her throat. Roan fought a battle inside of his head to just end her life right here and now, but he knew if he didn't have her, his mother wouldn't lift his banishment.

"There's still time." Roan growled and tugged her in front of him. He met Dakota's frame as she pulled down her duster coat to reveal a stab wound on the soft part of her shoulder. "Is it deep?" His question caught her off guard as she looked up and covered the wound with her coat.

"It's fine." She said as she approached. "Let's get going."