She was born in space. That is all she really knew. Times were hard for those that have grown accustom to the ways of the Ark. She knew she was going to die, in the cell that was cold and alone. She knew from the moment it was shut on her by her mother.
Space was no means a place for wolves.
Box in cages with legs room to stretch or roam on all four paws.
They have their ancestors to thank for that one.
Her hand went down to the silver band burning on her wrist with nothing but a dull ache these days, right next to her father's watch. The band that was going to cut off ties with her soulmate or mate: the price of being a privilege. It was also ripping her from her wolf, and slowly driving her to insanity.
She let out a breath as she sat down on the lumpy bed; laughing humorlessly at the situation she had been placed in. Her mate will never know her now, anyways. Not that they would even if she lived.
She was due to die in a two weeks.
Treason.
It was that one, which stuck out to her the most. Those with treason, basically written on her fucking forehead, will not be allowed to go to trial. Even though she was under the age of eighteen. What also didn't help with her already dwindling sanity, was they made sure she had her own room.
Well that, and also to make sure she didn't tell anyone that the Ark was failing.
She was not allowed to even mingle with the other delinquents.
Talk about caged beast, she mused as she slid to the floor to finish the drawing she was working on. Her whole 'cage' was filled with drawings from her dreams of Earth.
The lock of her deemed cage dismantled, startling her out of her dark thoughts.
"Prisoner 319, up and against the wall," A guard spoke briskly.
Inside, she panicked. Had she not calculated her death date right? But she did as she was told on shaky legs.
"What's going on? I am not review," a joke, "for another two weeks." She argued, with bubbling fear. Her wolf, though distancing from her for years, whimpered then growled at the thought of dying. It vibrated in her bones, and crawled its way into her blood before she could shut it down.
"Prisoner 319 turn around," She did so once again, "Take off the watch, prisoner."
"No, it was not fathers." She whipped around to him, releasing the tension and anger ready for attack.
"Prisoner 319, take off the watch." The guard grabbed for her wrist but made her ready for the attack. She struck him before he knew what was happening and then she was out the door panicking of finding a way out. Her body slammed into the rail, watching as other below are being herded out of their cells.
"Clarke!"
It was a voice she didn't hear in a long time.
"Mom?" her voice cracked out, eyes slanting towards the older Griffin, "Mom, what's going on? There killing us off, aren't they? To make time for the rest of you?"
Her mother closed the distance between them, to bring her arms around Clarke, "No, Clarke. You are being send to the ground." Her mother whispered in her ear.
Clarke felt something hit her from behind dulling her senses swiftly, "You get to go home, Clarke. To Earth."
Those were the last words her heard before the whole world went black.