It was cold. Too cold. The smell of winter was in the air. Deep breaths felt like sharp, jagger razors in the lungs. They hadn't seen any snow, but the chill of winter had arrived.

Sleepless nights, days full of fear; Clarke found herself sitting at the edge of her seat every second of every day. Hiding. Hunting. Scavenging from the remains of the dead corpses that played in the wake of a battle months ago. She hadn't found Madi, nor anyone else. She was beginning to wonder if they had all been killed. There was only so much green left on the planet; and she had roamed every inch of it.

For the first time in a long time, Clarke felt utterly alone. She had made camp on the far west outskirts of the only living piece of Earth. She had found a cave, the winded down into the ground for miles. She had been drawing on the walls with lime stone. White sketches colored the dark, black rock of her make shift home. Pictures of Madi, Bellamy, Octavia, her mother. Pictures of the landscape she had once had the pleasure of seeing when she first arrived on Earth. And today, she was drawing Polis.

The tower stood strong, surrounded by smaller buildings. The fire at the top of the tower blazing while multitudes of random faces walked and traded on the streets. The sky bursting with sunlight and showering joy down onto her sketch of a fading memory.

She wondered how Madi would be as a ruler if she had became Commander before Primfaya, and if it would have at all settler her fear. It was safer then. Not by much, but safer all the same. She could see Madi sitting on that thrown of wooden horns, continuing Lexa's legacy.

Her breath caught in her throat and she froze, disregarding her drawing completely. "Lexa," she whispered, so lowly that only an animal close by would have been able to hear it. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed. "Great," she said a little louder, rolling her eyes in a vein attempt to rid herself of the long hidden heart ache and pain. But it failed.

Now a different kind of terror was rising up in Clarke. This time, fear of her past instead of the possible future. She hadn't spent much time thinking of Lexa, or grieving her. There never was any time. And when she spent those years alone, she savagely pushing them away. She couldn't bare it.

Her pulse started to race and she began panting, her lungs collapsing in on themselves. She slid against the sharp rock wall and down to the ground, smudging her fresh picture un the process. She clawed at her shirt above her heart. Closing her eyes, she tried to take deep breaths and breathe happy thoughts. It worked momentarily, but the memories began to make her heave so much worse.

"They're all dead or gone," Clarke whispered to herself as her once pleasant memories turned into a horror show in her mind. She pulled her knees up to her chest and held them close. She hadn't felt this fragile, this weak, in so long. She began to cry. Slow tears ran down her cheeks, and very quickly her silent pleas turned into sobs. Her body was shaking from the emotions soaking her skin, finding there way to the deepest depths of her soul.

Clarke was so consumed by her pain, that she didn't her the footsteps approaching her, nor the voice that called her name. She continued to rock back and forth, crying and muttering nonsense that only made sense in her mind. She screamed when she felt a calm hand on her shoulder. When she looked up, all She saw was Lexa.

Clarke awoke screaming and gasping for breath. She panicked, backing herself up to the closest wall to take in her surroundings. Sitting there and Taking deep breaths, she noticed no one was around. She was in a small, makeshift cabin, a fire in the middle granting heat and light. She looked down at the ground where she had been laying and saw the furs that had apparently been wrapped around her. Confused, she reached for her knife that was hidden on the side of her pants. She slowly rose. When she took a step forward to try and take in a better view of her surroundings, the door burst open.

"Clarke?" Madi said, concern in her voice.

Clarke froze, not believing her eyes. It had been a year since she had last seen her. A year since she had been able to hold her daughter in her arms. A year of not knowing if Madi had been alive or dead. She dropped the knife, the metal clanking on the wooden floor. She slowly walked forward, stopping a few feet away from the girl she called daughter.

"Clarke," Madi said again, a smile forming on her bright, youthful face.

Clarke ran the last few steps and hugged Madi, squeezing as tightly as possible, fearing she disappeared. Madi hugged her back, a light hearted laugh escaping her lips. And suddenly, Clarke pulled away. She looked down at the young girl with a frown.

"Do you know how worried I've been?" Clarke said in a stern tone. "Ive been looking everywhere for you. I thought you were…" Clarke trailed off, refusing to cry again.

Madi smiled wider, understanding Clarkes heart and knowing her sudden sour mood was out of fear. She took Clarkes hand and squeezed it, looking at Clarke like a giddy child for the first time in years.

"Clarke," Madi said, "Please let me take you to Bellamy and Octavia. We can all have a long discussion."

Clarke froze. "They're alive," she thought. She shook her head and didn't say another word. Madi turned and Clarke followed her out of the hut. When she walked outside, she was greeted by the extreme chill of winter and bright sunlight. She looked around and stopped in her tracks, not believing what she saw.

There were dozens of small make shift huts. People were working, training, creating and repairing weapons and armor. The new, small village was surrounded by trees. The faces around her were laughing or concentrated on their tasks. There were no tears, there was no sadness, and they seemed to be living new productive lives.

"Come on," Madi said, and Clarke began to move again.

The pair reached a hut the seemed to sit almost directly across the one she had been in by fifty feet. They walked through the door and were greeted by with smiling faces from Bellamy and Octavia. Even Indra gave her a slight smile and a nod.

"What in the hell…" Clarke trailed off, not believing her own eyes.

"You'd think she'd be happy to see us," Octavia uttered sarcastically, looking at her brother.

"When's the last time you saw Clarke bounce up and down for join?" Bellamy said more as a statement then a question, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How long have you been here?" Clarke questioned, straight to the point as usual.

"A few months," Madi stated.

"How have you been surviving?" Clarke asked.

"The same way we always have since we got here," Bellamy answered.

"And since when are you two and Octavia on each others good sides?" Clarke asked.

"Since I realized how much of an asshole I am," Octavia said seriously.

Clarke contemplated their answers, trying to allow the simple statements to sink in. They had ll been alive and trying to rebuild things that had been lost. It made Clarke slightly smile. But she frowned when a whirl of anger and betrayal washed over her. "Ive bene looking for you for over a year," she stated, her boiling gaze shooting at everyone else in the room.

"And we've been looking for you," Madi said quietly, her eyes meeting Clarkes and revealing sadness. "We all thought you had been killed or captured."

"How have you gone unnoticed?" Clarke asked, her anger dissipating.

"Because this psychos have been too busy trying to kill each other off for the past 6 months," Bellamy said. "They're too busy fighting over who should be king of all the land. Its given us time to build our defenses and the small shit town."

"And there's something else," Madi added, her voice becoming stoic and serious. "At the edge of the forest, you can her sounds coming from the wasteland."

"Sounds?" Clarke questioned, annoyance in her voice. "What kind of sounds."

"Metal clanking, screams, cheers, humming, a noise I've never heard in my life, and sometimes even music," Octavia said as she leaned against a table behind her.

"And the ground is starting to shake. It comes from the wasteland and continues past our village, like a wave," Indra said, finally speaking.

"That could just be an earthquake," Clarke stated matter of factly.

"It only happens when that strange noise happens," Octavia said.

Clarke paused to think it through. In the middle of her thoughts, she felt the ground begin to slightly shake. She looked in disbelief and confusion at her feet. She looked up to her friends and saw them bracing themselves, preparing for what was apparently to come. The shaking became stronger and more violent with each passing second. Suddenly a loud ringing screeched through the air at multiple octaves and the ground shook hard a furiously. It only lasted for a breathe and then continued on, the ground slowly shaking less and less.

Clarke looked at her friends again, waiting for an explanation, a statement, anything. She hadn't felt this happen anywhere she had traveled the past year. She trie to think of every logical reason she knew to explain the occurrence and found nothing in her mind.

"Thats the second one today…" Bellamy trailed off, looking at his sister and then Indra, the worry on his face seeping out.

"Is that not normal?" Clarke asked, still trying to come up with an answer in her thoughts for what was happening.

"No," Madi stated. "At first, they happened every once in a while. But now, thats the third day in a row. And its never happened more than once a day." Madi stared off in thought, her face mirroring Clarkes. "I have to go check on my people," She said, suddenly. "I'll be right back." She quickly burst out of the tent.

As soon as Clarke went to open her mouth, she stopped mid breath. "What is that?" She thought, hearing a rhythmic melody. She walked out of the hut and found she wasn't the only one stopping to listen. Everyone in the small village was looking around the area and to the sky, trying to pin point what was making a disturbance through the breeze. It became louder and louder, slowly approaching in a manner a predator stalks its pray.

Suddenly, a drone appeared over the village. It was shouting loud songs of the past and flying playfully over head, like a butterfly coming out to play. Clarke locked on to it, walking toward it as the drone slowly lowered its self closer and closer to the ground. When she was a foot away, the drone shot back up in to the air and took off west. Instinctively, Clarke chased it, ignoring the shouts and concerns of the people around her.

"I have to know," was all Clarke thought over and over and she pursued the machine. She didn't know for how long she had been running. She did know her lungs felt like they were going to explode. She had chased the machine out of the forest and across the wasteland for miles.

Suddenly she stopped, shocked at the sight ahead of her. "Green," Clarke though in awe. Ahead of her was an outland of trees and grass that seemed to stretch for miles horizontally. She heaved as she stood there in shock. She shook her head and slapped her face, hopping the oasis would disappear from her thoughts. But when she looked again, it was still there.

Somehow renewed with energy, she began running faster than she ever had in her life. "I have to know," she though again, pushing her body further. It didn't take long for her to reach the new patch of green. She ran a about a mile in before stopping, amazed that the land kept stretching in every direction.

Clarke collapsed onto the ground, her back hitting the dirt. She breathed deeply and tried to soothe her nerves. Eventually she began to laugh, unsure of why. As her laughter died down, she heard music again. It was close, so close. She dragged herself up off of the ground and began waking toward the pulsing sound. Suddenly, it stopped. Clarke froze, fearing she had been caught, strap laid out for her that she took the bait willingly for.

After a few minutes of silence, she suddenly heard the sound of a piano mixed with something else. A voice began to sing. Clarke was running at full pace again. "People," Clarke thought. She jumped across ditches and logs, never missing a step. The music was loud now, consuming her being. She halted suddenly, noticing a clearing ahead of the treeline.

She crouched down and stalked toward the edge. She gasped at what she saw. People, singing and dancing. "They're having a fucking party,' Clarke thought in agitation. "I ran all the fucking way out here…" She trailed of in her thoughts when something caught her eye.

"It cant be," Clarke said out laid, once again not believing her own eyes. She stared, zoning in on the familiar form. Watching as it walked, its body language. And as the figure turned, Clarkes heart stopped. "Its not possible," She said as she collapsed on to the ground. "This is a dream, a fucking horrible dream!" She whispered in furry before passing out.