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War was not the only truth mankind knew.
Seventy-nine years ago, Praimfaya consumed the world we once called home.
From the ashes we rose,
From the ground we thrived.
The Flamekeepers tell us Bekka Pramheda fell from the sky,
She brought salvation with her.
Her blood made us strong— it allowed us to walk the earth unburned .
She became the first Commander, the first Heda .
There were other survivors, other clans,
She tried to help them but they didn’t believe in her.
Instead they called her a curse . They blamed her for the fire. And they burned her .
All that was left of her was the Flame .
A piece of herself amongst the ashes.
Her people, out of rage , despair , and love , avenged her.
They stormed the bunker where the man who burned her hid,
They killed him.
Him, and every soul in his clan. Erased from the bloodline.
This is where our story begins.
Politics arose and a new Commander had to be chosen.
And so the Flame chose.
A Natblida who would lead us all.
Someone who carried the blood of Becca Pramheda.
Heda Teon kom Trishanakru.
He divided the people into twelve clans,
Each was given purpose— skills to ensure survival.
Each wanting to overpower the other.
Trikru, Azgeda, Flokru, Sangedakru,
Trishanakru, Yujledakru, Boudalankru,
Podakru, Ouskejonkru, Ingranronakru,
Delfikru, Louwoda Klironkru.
Each clan wanted to lead,
To rise above the others.
Some chose peace ,
Others chose war .
This is the world I was born into.
The world I will die in.
As Commander we are to lead our people without fail,
Without fear. Without love.
We are meant to survive.
This world.
Its tests.
Each other.
From the chaos , the Flame chose once more.
Hundreds of Commanders ascending,
Leading wars and battles.
None to bring peace.
But from that war was a child.
A Natblida born to ascend with the Flame.
Raised to lead. Trained to kill.
Her legacy: unity or destruction.
My name is Lexa kom Trikru,
The youngest to ever ascend.
And this…
This is my story.