This is my very first ever published Fic, i have recently been devestated by the last episodes of the 100, and can hardly bring myself to watch it and so im pouring myself into these, i dont have a beta so please exscuse and mistakes and i hope anyone who reads this enjoys it !
love sarah.
Chapter one
The Perfect shade.
Clarke Griffin had spent all of her life on the ark, every day looking out the thick class widows to the ultimate treasure. Earth.
Its perfect round smooth eadges that she knew all too well after nearly a centuary would be far from smooth. The deep blue oceans that surrounded it almost completley, and the thousand shades of green that littered the planet.
Clarke lived on the Ark with her father, Jake and mother Abby.
Ever since she was a small child she could remember riding around on top of her fathers strong shoulders, shutting her eyes and wishing that the small force of wind going flowing through her brilliant blonde hair was swept up from the ground. Containing all the wonderful smells that one would associate with Earth, she had no idea what it would smell like but a girl could dream, right?
Wrong. Suddenly the air that she imagined to be peacefull wind turned to cold, and her lungs ceased working. Snapping her eyes open she seen her Dads terrified face as he mouther the words "be strong clarke". She tried to rach him to, desperatley open the tight heavy metal barricade between her and her father. But as always she was weak, too weak and soon the doors behind him flew upon and claimed him to an eternity or nothingness.
Clarke awoke with a start the familliar stale, metallic scent invaded her nose as she greedily took in a huge breath. The room was dark and small and her hands moved instincualy to her face to wipe away the tears that had gathered without her knowleadge. "Dad…" she whispered into the cold dark room that had now been her home for almost a year. Her cage, Her cell upon the ark. The room was cold, angular and was plauged with Clarkes drawings, they were the only thing that kept her sane. The dreams were a regular occurence now that her Dad was gone, the tears too. Letting out a shaky breath she brought both her hands up to cover her face, feeling the clammy beads of sweat that came between the skin. Clarke swung her legs over the side of her simple bed and sat for a moment thoughts about her Dad filling her mind, not for long though as today was her last day of being seventeen. She was going to be floated tommorow, just like her dad.
War had devestated the earth almost a centuary ago. Nucelear war, a dirty, savage cleansing of everything on earth. None survived upon the ground, only the rich nations that had fled before the earth was incenerated to ther fortress in the sky. The Ark.
It consisted of twelve stations which connected shortly after the missles clamied the lives of billions of innocent people. The Ark however wasnt built to last forever, it just wasnt possible.
Clarkes dad had discovered this, the depletion of oxygen upon their soon to be metal coffin.
Jake Griffin was a father, a husband and an honest man. He felt that everyone should know about their impending doom and set about a way to tell the people upon the Ark.
Clarke had discovered his plans over hearing a conversation between him and her mom.
She was seventeen and freaking out, so she decided to do the normal thing and confide in her best friend, Wells Jaha. The chancellors son. That turned out to be the worst decision ever as in turn it had landed her in her cell, and her father in an airlocked room being ripped into space.
Clarke was just about to lie back down on her cot bed as the cell door was thrown open and two gaurds men came in, tasers at their sides. Clarke flinched at the sound of the electricity zapping quietly around the cane.
Her mother then rounded the corner and Clarkes eyes grew wide. "Mom whats happening?" She asked fear starting to seep into every inch of her body, blood flowing to her legs as if she was about to take off. "I'm not eighteen untill tommorow! You cant float me yet! I deserve fair trial" she hadnt realised she was shouting or crying untill Abby wrapped her arms around her daughter and said "shhh Clarke, its going to be allright" Clarke sobbed into her mothers chest untill she felt a sting in her neck. Looking into her mothers eyes, vision blurred by tears she heard Abby whisper "You're going to the ground Clarke, I love you" just as she started to feel a warmth racking her body and her eyes become heavy, too heavy too keep open. Clarkes knees went weak and she fell in a heap into her mother. Abby caught her and let out a concerned sigh, feeling it catch in her throat on the way out.
Clarke awoke again feeling like she had no breath in her lungs, but this time it was because of her screams. Aware she could hear them in addition to many others. Eyes blinking open she looked around to only see a few faces infront of her and flashing orange lights dimly lighting a large metal room. She struggles to move realising that she was strapped into a seat by a brace like belt and immediatley her hands fumbling went to unclip the restricting material.
"Wouldnt do that if i were you princess" a deep voice came from beside her as large tanned hand came to rest upon hers. Clarke turned her head to the side to see who the strangers hand belonged too. Opening her mouth to say something, the large metal pod lurched into its decent and all she could do was close her eyes tight and suck in the last breath that she thought would ever enter her lungs.
The feelings was like nothing else she's ever felt, she imagined this must be what it feels like to ride a commet. She had seen commets before from the Ark, They were plentiful in the masses of space. The decent slowed as she realised that the landing equipment must have kicked in. and so had her senses. Even with the advanced technology the landing was horrific, the drop ship slammed into the earth with enough force to shatter bones. Clarkes head came into contact with something, probably that one of the other kids on board had dislodged before they had reached the atmosphere and started the decent.
She was aware of nothing else except from darkness after the ship had stilled, passing out head lolling to one side.
Clarke was starting to get really pissed of waking up in hellish situations already, Three times in the past twelve hours was starting to get ridiculous. Groggy she opened her eyes to a bright light, and seen the entrance to the drop ship lowered onto green grass in a midst of trees. Her head was in so many unbarable, definitley a concussion. She felt drunk.
Struggling to undo the clip about her chest, she eventually slipped from her chair onto her knees on the metal floor. Feeling the bumps in the ground with her hands she crawled to the entrance on the drop ship, steadying herself on the entrance walls and stood up. Feeling like she was about to throw up she stumbled down the ramp onto the grass. The smell hit her in an instant. It was deep and almost rusty, sweet and whole. She looked up into the magnificent pines trees and felt a breeze on her face, Closing her eyes she took in a large breath filling her lungs drowning in the earth. Eyes opening quickly she slapped her hand to her mouth as she immediatley began to boke. Running for the treeline to empty the contents of her stomach clarke hunched over, hands on her knees and taking deep breaths managed to compose herself.
She wiped her mouth with the corner of the jacket and stood up tall, feeling a sudden rush of dizzyness she blinked the black spots from her vision.
"Maybe if i stretch my legs ill feel better" Clarke murmered to herself in her confussed state. So she did, she started to walk. Unaware that everyone else that had already exited the dropship had no idea that she had even left her seat. All still drunk on their new home.
Because she was so confused she hadnt realised how long she walked for, overwhelmed of her new surroundings not thinking about anything else but drinking in greedily everything she could. Totally enamoured with every leaf and grain of dirt around her.
She also hadnt realised the tall, slender figure that had started to follow her inquisitive and perfectly hidden in the trees, like she two were a magnificent tree herself.
Clarke bent down to admire something which had caught her interest when the figure swooped into motion and slammed a heady object on the back of her head.
She fell face into the mud feeling her unconcious coming back to greet her, but not before she was roughly tossed round onto her back. Eyes blinking as streams of light surrounded a sillouette that came into sight, eventually came into focus. She was beautiful, olive skinned with chestnut hair and a defined jaw. Black paint covering her eyes which clarke thought was strange. "chon yu bilaik!" The commanding voice rung through clarkes ears. It was then that she looked blearily into perfect green eyes, the last thought that ran through clarkes foggy mind was that no earth, no tree nor blade of grass could ever match the perfectness of those eyes. Clarke reached out a muddy hand to the face gently letting a finger run down a soft cheek before it fell to the ground and unconciousness claimed her.
The girl standing before her ultimately confused about the strange girl's behavior, gave a furrowed look to the blonde woman at her feet sighing as she leant down and picked the unconscious girl up throwing her over her shoulder. Placing her fingers to her lips she let out a loud soft whistle and smiled when she heard the sounds of hooves growing nearer. "Aazeen" the woman greeted her horse smiling. Throwing the body over the back of her horse and binding Clarke's hands, she then gracefully mounted her black steed and clicked her tongue letting the beast know to move off and begin their journey home…