Essays in Existentialism: Orphans
Tradition says that Tree clan orphans become wards of the Commander. When the Sky people visit Polis nobody is surprised to see that Lexa is as stoic as ever even with children. Many are surprised to see how much the children love Lexa.
The city was large, was in fact, an actual city, one Clarke had imagined when she thought of the ground and all of its magnificent possibilities. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, it overwhelmed every sense she had and it felt topsy turvy in a way that made her uneasy. But Clarke walked through anyway, because that was who she was, that was what she did, now.
It was the sound of children playing that echoed singularly above the dim roar of everyday life. Clarke traced it through the unfamiliar streets, drawn to it in a way that she was not to any other noises in the world. It was foreign and new, unusual and good, and she needed something good at this point.
“What are you doing here?” Indra stopped Clarke just outside of the gates of a large building with open windows. The curtains billowed out in the breeze. It enchanted Clarke, hypnotized her, even.