WISHING UPON A STAR

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I. The birth of a star.

The cave was dark, but she didn't mind. She was dying anyway, dark or not, and the reality of that struck her deep into her heart. She wasn't afraid of passing away, not at all. Everyone she cared for was dead, there wasn't anyone on the ground she thought worth of living for.

But all at once, when she was about to close her eyes and let her pain finally go away, her heart rate raised as she watched a little shadow between her legs move. She gasped.

All along, she thought it was dead: it didn't move at all for a whole day, and when the time came, blood was everywhere and no cry was heard but her own. She thought she was going to die alone and she didn't care, but now she wasn't alone anymore, she had something —someone— to live for, to fight for…

But sure she wasn't going to make it.

Ignoring all the pain she was in, she moved and follow, in the dark, the cord still attached to her own body and leading to a little baby between her ankles. Everything was wet and sticky, and she didn't need light to realize it was blood, more blood that it was supposed to be. It didn't matter. Once the baby was between its mother's arms, she learned they were both freezing, and she searched frantically, desperate because standing on her legs wasn't an option at the moment, for the pants that she had thrown somewhere near her. It wasn't much of a cover for a baby, but nevertheless she wrapped the baby as tight as she could. That was the moment she learned her baby was a girl.

A baby girl.

Her little Estelle, her star, her everything.

She started crying as she hold the baby closer. Oh, how she needed him at that moment! If she died, the baby died: there was no other way around. And she was sure she was not letting that little baby girl, her only company in the world, alone. Now, dying wasn't an option, but her body didn't think the same way.

She knew the cord needed to be cut, the placenta needed to be delivered, the cold in both of them needed to disappear… But she couldn't help with any of it, and there was no hope anyone would reach to them and help her. She had cried out for ours in the forest without anyone —no grounders, no Sky people— reaching to her, she had shouted in every language, every way she knew, but the only answer she got were the trees moving, the wind around them, the silence once she reached the cave and the sun started to disappear.

She was alone, they were alone, and the cry intensified as she now realized she was carrying an innocent baby, her baby, their baby, into a horrible death. She couldn't possibly die with that in her mind, in her soul. So she screamed, and screamed, and screamed for what it felt like hours, her child screaming for the first time soon after she started, but their only reply was the echo in the cave.

Oh, she couldn't do it anymore… The pain was literally killing her, and as she held her baby closer, she knew her grip was losing strength, her mind was taking her everywhere and nowhere at the same time, the pain on her body increasing at a terrifying rate.

So when she finally saw a light in front of her, she knew that was it: she didn't make it.

"Octavia!"

She heard her name and someone reaching for her, the light now everywhere, blinding her. Who was it? Was she really dead, or the process of it was just making her hallucinate?

"Don't fall asleep, please, don't fall asleep," she heard a rushed and preoccupied voice, and she tried her best. Her throat was sore, but she started talking anyway.

"Ai laik Okteivia kom Skaikru," she mumbled, not really thinking, "en disha ste ai goufa Estelle kom Trikru… Ai gonplei ste odon, ba yun ste…"

Someone interrupted before she could say the final words… But your fight have just started.

"You're fight is not over! You're not going to die Octavia, do you hear it?!"

The voice was now far away, the entire world was so, so far away, she thought she was running around, trees everywhere, finally free… If that was death, she thought she could bear it. Or that was before the world shattered around and everything went blank again.

Hi! First of all, I'm so sorry for any grammar mistake there surely is above. My first language (as you may have realized) is not English, and grammar (and sometimes proper usage of vocabulary) is something I'm still struggling with. So every correction is valuable for me!

Beware if you haven't watched 3x09 first, because this fic starts after that. I will not follow the events that happened in 3x10 or after that, so lets say this fic is canon until that point. You'll find out what I mean later. Right now, lets hope I make myself understandable and enjoy the story!