A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I've FINALLY written another chapter! So good news! This story is NOT abandon! Yayyy! I apologize to you all for going radio silent, I had a lot happen to me in my life in my absence that kept me from being able to write. I know that vague but I won't make any excuses. Just focus on getting as many chapters out for you guys! Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes that may have slipped by me.
Warning:Also, this is a very mature story rated MA+, seeing as that isn't an option on this site, I'm warning you now. If you don't like it, aren't old enough or what ever. Then don't read it and don't complain ruining it for everyone else! Girl on girl action coming in future chapters!
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Enjoy!
JD
I didn't even grimace at the burn or taste. Back in the day on the Ark (before Monty and Jasper got caught) I was a frequent customer. I ordered 12 bottles a week. It was something to help me unwind after a grueling day of training with my dad. Didn't hurt that along with my abnormal blood, alcohol didn't effect me hardly at all. I'd have to drink 6 bottles of moonshine to get the buzz of someone who had two drinks from one bottle. So I could drink as much as I wanted without too many ill effects and still unwind.
I poured myself another glass filled to the brim once more. I kicked it all back in one go, only holding the last swallow in my mouth to savor the taste. As I held the moonshine in my mouth I held the empty glass up to my eyes and examined it, looking if there was any traces of the liquid gold left. I noted only remnants left. I swallowed the moonshine in my mouth and tossed the glass into the fire. Pent up anger and frustration pouring out of me as my head swarmed with memories from the Ark and the floating of my father.
I put the bottle of moonshine directly to my lips and took a huge pull from the bottle, forgoing the other three glasses completely. I'd just end up smashing them all into the fire in my anger anyways. As I finished my sip from the bottle I finally let my mind win and let myself be immersed into my memories long since buried. Or so I thought they were buried.
**FLASH BACK**
"Come on Clarke! I know you can do better than that!" I looked up from the ground, flat on my back where my father had just knocked me to, and glared at him. I grit my teeth and used my legs to kick myself back up into a standing position. I bent down and picked up my sword once more. I turned to face my father who had a smirk on his face and his sword out in front of him, ready to fight me once more. I squared my shoulders and retook my stance. I observed my father for a moment before formulating a plan in my head, quickly I launch my counter attack, plan in motion.
After another two hours of sword training, my dad switched us to earth skill training. Which consisted of a list of things, varying from things like being able to mill and make perfectly square rocks from big rounded out boulders. To being able to light a fire.
In this particular lesson, my dad was once again going over the steps and re-drilling into my head, the process of melting down metals and hand crafting jewelry of all things. I sighed in visible agitation. My dad smirked at me. "What's the matter Clarke?" That just agitated me more. We've had this fight more than once. When ever he drills this skill into my head actually. Which has actually become increasingly more as of late, now that I think about it. That made me pause in my response for a moment and had me rephrase what I was going to say.
"Why do you continue to waste precious training time on a skill that will never help me to survive if I were to ever get to earth? You've been increasing this specific skill training exponentially for the past few months. I demand to know why!" I hadn't meant to yell at the end, but I was beyond angered now that my dad was choosing to waste such invaluable time on such a wasteful skill as learning to make extravagant rings, necklaces and such wasteful things.
My father just merely smirked at me for a few moments, making my blood boil more. I forced myself to take a deep calming breath to calm myself, rather then allow myself to have an outburst. "Clarke, there's something I'm going to explain to you, and I'd like you to let me finish before you interrupt me." My father paused and gave me a meaningful look, silently asking for my agreement in his condition. I merely nodded in acknowledgment that I would, in fact stay quiet.
My father nodded and took a deep breath. "There is a reason to learn this skill, a very important one. A reason that hasn't needed to be told to you until now." My father paused here. I swear he was dragging it out like this to anger me more. I simply took another deep cleansing breath and waited for my father to continue.
"One day Clarke, I won't be here anymore. And when that happens you will inherit my wedding band, cross, watch and my entire crafting kit. Including the special rare metals I keep locked up separately in THAT secret place." My father paused there and gave me a look. Wanting to make sure I knew what place he meant. I knew which one he was talking about immediately and nodded at once, growing more than slightly concerned at the way this conversation turned so drastically.
If my father noticed my concern he simply ignored it. Once he knew I understood what and where he meant, he continued. "Every single Head of the Griffin family has had those items I listed. And each Head of Griffin has melted it down and made it into their own, as well as use those special and rare ingredients to make their chosen spouse their engagement rings and jewelry." My father paused here letting me take in that information.
I sat there for a moment processing it all. Well I'm glad to have that explained, but why is he telling me this NOW? I'm only 17. I have ZERO interest in anyone here that way. And plus I'm a lesbian. Although I haven't told my father the last part. Or anyone for that matter.
Once my father figured I had enough time to digest that information he continued on. "Now I know this still may not seem that important, important enough to warrant the invaluable training time we get." My father paused and took a few breaths before continuing. "You already know that the Ark's air system is failing. And I know your worried about that, but there's a bigger picture here than that Clarke." He paused once more at my look of utter shock to his statement.
He didn't let me say anything. "You won't be here when it fails. One way or another Clarke, I'm sending you to the earth before your 18th birthday, you can't ascend here. They'll find you and float you. Your destiny is on earth. I know this to be true." Here I gave my dad a look of disbelief. He merely chuckled at me.
"There is a book with the special supplies hidden in a safe with the same password as it always is. Inside it is a prophecy that was written about you." Here I let out a snort of disbelief stopping my dad from continuing. He gave me a serious look and continued as if I hadn't interrupted. "I know you don't believe in things like that, but your a fool if you think for one second your old man believes it."
Here I raised my eyebrows in a look of confusion. My dad chuckled again before he went on. "I didn't believe this prophecy either, seeing as it's been passed along from each Head of Griffin since the beginning of our journey on the Ark. but I began to believe it after your mother gave birth to you. And then again I truly accepted it as the truth when you were barely 1 and cut yourself and I discovered your black blood."
My dad took a long pause once more, to let me catch my bearings with all this information. After a few moments of my head spinning I was able to process and sort the information. My father knowing me as well as he does, continued once he knew I had my bearings once more.
"When it comes time Clarke, read it. But until that such time comes. I shall tell you the basic outline. Explaining to you why this is important." My father took a few deep breaths to help sort himself. "You are destined to go to the earth Clarke and bring our people down. You are destined to merge two societies into one. When you get to earth Clarke, you WILL find you soulmate. And you will know it's HER when you see her. SHE is your destiny Clarke. SHE is why you need to learn this skill. To be able to fully merge the two societies you will NEED to have this skill." My father leaned back in his chair, folded his arms over his chest and with a big grin on his face, he nodded to me. Apparently done his explanation.
I sat there in my chair at a completely loss for words. Lost at why he's been drilling the skills into me that I thought useless, lost at the fact my father somehow knew I was a lesbian and was okay with it. Lost at the fact that there a prophecy about me, and being very skeptical of the entire thing.
I looked to my father and gave him a look of confusion. I opened my mouth to start my reply but stopped. Still lost for words. I opened and closed my mouth a few times before I finally stopped and gave my head a shake to try and make myself focus.
I looked back to my father, he was still grinning at me like a big goofy teenager that he still thinks and acts like he is. I smiled despite myself. "Well I guess you know I'm gay now huh?" He just laughed and nodded. I joined into the laughter for a few moments before composing myself.
"Dad, why are you acting as if your dying or leaving me?" My dad stopped smiling and a frown replaced it immediately. "Clarke..."
**FLASHBACK ENDS**
I was almost violently shaken from my flashback by the force of Lexa sitting down beside me on the log. I looked at her in annoyance which she didn't notice as she was starring into the fire. Finally she turned her head and spoke to me. "Care to share what's clouding your mind so intensely Clarke?" Again, the way she pops the 'K' should be outlawed.
To give myself time to pull myself together after re-living one of the very last memories I had of my father. I pulled the now almost empty bottle of moonshine to my lips and drained the rest in one go.