The Wanderer.
Chapter 1
The air started feeling dry as Clark reached the edge of the woods. A sea of yellow sand stretched out in front of her and she stopped moving. She had nowhere to go. A gust of warm wind blew over her as she stared at the dry land. She was definitely going to die out there.
And with a deep breath, she stepped out of the tree line and onto the sand.
She walked for hours and hours on end. The heat crushed her and thirst scratched her insides. The sun on the sand played tricks on her mind. Light reflected off the sand and blinded her at times. The wind blew sand through her, burning and scratching her raw skin. She stared at the distant horizon and wondered why it suddenly started to turn. She passed out and remained face first in the sand.
At Camp Jaha, Bellamy sat in the shade provided by the Arc. He stared out past the fence, mentally willing Clarke to come back.
"She's never coming back." Octavia stated after watching him stare for longer than she cared.
"You don't know that." Bellamy said back. He looked at his sister. She looked older and stronger after everything that they had been through. Even without all the war paint, she seemed to have aged ten years.
"Who knows if she's still alive." Octavia said harshly.
"She is." Bellamy stood from his seat and walked towards the fence, wondering whether he could petition the chancellor to take a crew and go look for Clarke.
Clarke woke with the taste of sugar in her mouth. She frowned and licked her lips. Sugar coated her lips and she sat up.
"I told you she would wake up." A female voice sounded. Clarke opened her eyes. The woman in front of her had dark skin and light hair. Her eyes seemed too grey, almost invisible. Clarke took in the woman's appearance and saw that she was wearing a black wrap that barely covered her plump body. Ropes seemed to hold the dress in place.
"Say something." The woman said to Clarke.
"Uhm." Clarke managed. Her throat was dry and her mouth felt as if she'd washed it in salt. She coughed a dry painful cough and her body shook as if she could vomit.
"Water?" was all Clarke could eventually manage.
A second woman, much younger than the plump one, glided closer with a jug and glass of water. Clarke grabbed the jug before she even thought about just pouring a glass and drank until she felt a little better. She looked at the second woman. She was slender underneath her dark blue wrap, her hair was even whiter and her eyes appeared to be purple. Her skin was light and almost seemed like paper. She smiled when Clark grabbed the jug and sat down next to her, watching her. Gold chains and girdles tied her robe together. Her overall look was far more polished than the older woman.
"Geely?" asked the older woman as she waited for directions from the strangely pretty girl. She nodded without taking her eyes off Clark.
"Dankie Tante." She said quickly and the woman smiled before leaving the room.
Clark stared at her surroundings, trying to ignore the eyes on her. She was in a large bedroom that had high glass doors, leading out to a dark exterior. Clark couldn't really tell it that was outside, because anything beyond the room was pitch black.
"Thank you." Clarke said eventually, turning her attention to the girl.
"You are beautiful." The girl said, shocking Clark completely.
"Uhm. Thank you… You too."
"My name is Gillian. That was Tantador." She pointed to the door where the older woman had disappeared through.
"I'm Clarke. Where am I?" Clarke took the glass that Gillian had placed on the table and poured a glass to drink from.
"This is Espelse. The moving kingdom."