She knows she is different because the others her age have been sorted into groups (warriors, healers, and farmers), but she is told to remain with her family. "There is time for you yet, child," a woman with striking grey eyes tells her, something like regret flashing over her face. "Do not be in a hurry to grow up." (Or, Lexa as she grows into the Commander).
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 6 - Words: 32,007 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 19h - Published: 5/4 - Clarke G., Grounders, Lexa