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Prologue

Blood.

I can smell blood. Is it mine? I bet it is. I can barely feel my body. My head feels so light it seems floating in the air, back up in the sky where I come from. Maybe this is what dying feels like. I am slowly ascending... or am I being flushed out of Earth? Perhaps that's it. Space is pulling me out of this world. I belong out there, wherever people who were sentenced to float go. Like my dad. Maybe I will find him. Maybe he will find me. I don't know. I know nothing about dying.

The dead no longer have their senses, right? What am I thinking. Of course dead people no longer have senses. They cannot, for instance, taste the blood that drips down their nose. They cannot feel how sticky it can be. They cannot see how dark it has become. They cannot hear the whispers. They cannot recognize familiarity, like the voice that used to pronounce your name unlike any other.

I will always be with you.

A pang in my head returns a memory. The last thing I remember was seeing my mom—her face painted with anxiety. I was supposed to do something big... to stop ALLIE from attempting to destroy the human race once more. In order to do that I had to enter the City of Lights and find the switch, terminating that chaotic piece of invention.

I remember being there, in the perfect world called City of Lights. Its majestic horizon filled with buildings and skyscrapers made of metal and glass. The concrete floor extends as far as I could see. Things that I have only seen in files or read in books exists in that very place, the past and their future combined. People walked around in their neat and unscathed clothes, almost shining if you look closely. They move in sync like animated corpses—monotonous, apathetic, insensible. But such perfection lacked one thing... something that we learned about when we landed on Earth: life.

And yet, there in the miserably perfect world ALLIE created, I found the only piece that could ever complete me.

Gracious in combat, she swung her swords as if she was merely dancing in the wind. A confident smug curved on her lips as she looked over her shoulders toward my direction. There was no evidence of death in her, even though she died in my arms. Her green eyes held my breathing. Her soft touch burned my skin. Her lips melted my whole being. I could have died right then and there, and still be blissful in the next life.

But we were cursed by our abilities.

Our reunion had to be cut short—a bittersweet ending. As much as I want time to stop at the very moment I have her in my arms, I cannot. I had a mission, one that would decide the future of mankind. It was beyond myself. In the end, I had the remaining pieces of my heart shattered into into dust. One last goodbye.

I still had a clear view of Earth from where I stood. ALLIE whispering apocalypse in my ear and Becca speaking of hope in another. But one thing was certain. When I entered the City of Lights, the two programs combined.

I, Clarke Griffin, was in control.

And then I am not.

At first, there is light. Then there is nothing. My mind is blank and my body is nowhere. I seem to free fall, only in all directions. I am anything but in control. Until pain slowly slips through, tear trails down my face, and her voice—God, I can hear her voice.

Do not falter, Clarke. The spirit of the Commander is with you.

She is close—too close, in fact. "Lexa?"

Follow your heart and you will not stray.

It feels weird feeling her presence within me, yet there is comfort in it. "I don't... What is happening?"

May we meet again.

"Wait—Lexa!"

Nothing.

Her voice is gone but my pain remains. I can finally feel my body and the pavement where I lay. And on cue, the rest of my senses return. I hear foreign words from unfamiliar voices. I smell salt in the air. What is worse, however, is opening my eyes for the first time since—Ark knows how long—and recognizing absolutely none of what I see.

I have the spirit of the Commander with me and right now, I certainly know nothing.

A/N: So, here I am, writing another fiction when I probably shouldn't. Unfortunately for my previous story, "It's not over yet", episode six of season three happened and I lost all motivation to write further. It was beyond devastating yet I know I should not make that an excuse for my shortcomings. In any case, I hope you enjoy this story I came up with as I binge watched Game of Thrones.

It is written in first person POV for two reasons: first, I am comfortable with it, and second, it's how I think I will manage writing anything related to GOT (since I am not prolific in their way of speaking).

(Possible spoilers below; don't want, don't read and skip to the end.)

Now, about the story:

It starts at the finale of The 100 season 3, specifically at the part where Clarke finally meets Becca. Will there be other The 100 pairing/s, I guess we shall see. Believe me when I say I do love Raven, Octavia and Lincoln though—especially Raven.

It will be in around season 5 of Game of Thrones; during Tommen I's reign and Daenery's eastern conquest. There will be mentions of GOT side pairings such as Sansaery and Daenarya (maybe will try to integrate suggested pairings, too). I cannot promise heavy interactions though, due to my limited GOT writing capabilities (also I haven't read ASOIAF). So I ask for forgiveness in advance in case—which is likely—I make GOT/ASOIAF mistakes.

(Possible spoilers end)

For readers unfamiliar with GOT, I will do my best to explain stuff about their universe as the story progresses.

I will tag more characters/pairings as soon as then appear in the story.

I'm typographicalmisfit at Tumblr if you wanna say anything.

Thank you!

P.S. The first chapter will be posted exactly 24 hours after this. However, that is an irregularity. Normal updates will take way longer than that. And if I am to stop updating, I will let you know soon.