Chapter 1

She stared at the sky, watching the rocket as it ascending into space. She didn't run this time. She didn't jump from the tower. She just turned and waited as the death wave came for her. She felt it was justified in this life that she would die as she lived, alone, but still saving those that she loved.

"In peace may we leave the shore, in love may we find the next. Safe passages on our travels, until our final journey on the ground. May we meet again," she recited from memory, before adding. "Mebi oso na hit choda op nodotaim. Ai gonplei ste odon."

She just watched the death wave come through the woods towards her. Unwavering, she welcomed this death. It was honorable. She was saving hundreds this time. Hopefully, this was truly her end. She was tired of fighting. She was tired of death. She was tired of leading and losing even when winning. She was tired of being tired.

Closing her eyes, she welcomed oblivion. This time hoping it was truly her end, but there was still a small spark in the back of her mind that knew that it might not be. It didn't matter in the moment, because she smiled as she felt the warmth closing in on her. She let go of the tower and let the death wave and radiation consume her body as gravity pulled her back towards the Earth.

She wanted to say that everything went cold and dark. It didn't. There was a flash, unbearable heat and then just nothing, sweet, oblivious nothing. And, then she felt the unmistakable cold of metal and space.

Her eyes opened and her heart sank. Gray metal walls surrounded her. She was back in the Skybox...again. She didn't know how many more times she could relive the coming year again. She didn't know why she woke back in that god forsaken prison cell on the Ark in isolation.

She looked around and saw the charcoal drawings from before she was taken to the drop ship. She still had room. She didn't even know what day it was. She looked down at her hand and stared at the scar carved into flesh of her palm, just by her thumb of her right hand. She turned to look out the window into space just as her cell passed over Earth again.

"May we meet again," she mumbled as she rubbed the scar.

She looked over her body. She was covered in radiation scars, but she knew they would fade. Rubbing the scar again because her palm itched, she stared into space for a few seconds before starting down at her cell's floor, dropping the charcoal onto her metal bed.

Charcoal forgotten for now, Clarke hit the floor and started working out. She knew that she had to be ready for the ground. She didn't know how much time she had, but she knew that she had to make the most of it. Earth wasn't the paradise and promise of forgiveness that she'd been taught all her life on the Ark. No, The Earth was a harsh teacher and Clarke...Clarke had learned a lot and with each rebirth, she continued to learn.

She'd be ready to face whatever Fate threw at her. After all, she'd done it before and she shuttered at the thought that she'd do it again. But as she pushed her body up and down on the cold, gray, metal floor, she wondered why she was the only one to keep reliving these coming years. What was she missing? What were they doing wrong? Who hadn't she saved?

Her hair was long past the dark brown it had once been. She stood on the side of mountain looking down into the valley. Her gray hair was braided down both sides of her head. She might not be leading them into a war, but she was still the leader of what was left of man. Her hand rested atop the hilt of her sword, still on her left hip, still as deadly.

She lifted her head into the sunlight, closed her brilliant green eyes, and sniffed the air, smiling as she could smell the rains of spring working their way across the lands again. It was something that she rejoiced in for the last fifty years. The rain had been one the first things that she'd embraced in Eden with Madi and Clarke all those years ago.

It had taken years for the life of the valley to expand, but it had. It had help, but she was glad that she still had most of her friends to be with after everything. They were the survivors. They were her family and she would sacrifice everything for them. She had, but none so much as Clarke.

Two men, with sharp features and dark hair rode their horses up to where she was perched. She gave them both a big smile as she recognized their large, lumbering frames coming towards her. Their green eyes smiled back up at her.

"Griffin, Linc, what brings you up here, today?"

"Nomon, Madi is asking for you," Griffin, the eldest of the boys stated.

"What for?"

"Clarke is ready to deliver and Madi needs you," Linc offered.

"So, your sis is ready to welcome her first grandchild, eh?"

"Are you ready, Nomi?"

"Yes, Linc, I am. I was the first Arker to step back on Earth, and I will be the first of Wonkru to have a great-grandchild. We have survived now in Eden for fifty years. It is time that I welcome the newest generation of man to the Valley."

She turned and reached out for her sons. They each took a side and helped her make her way back down into the valley. They reached the village. Clarke's screams could be heard as they crossed to her house.

She entered the little house of her sandy haired granddaughter. Madi stood over her daughter, protective as ever. Blue eyes watching everything and everyone.

"So, my little Heda, ready to be nononom?" she asked as she knelt beside her foster daughter's daughter.

"More ready than I was to deliver Anya and Costia. She's been asking for you for hours. She fears this more than I can calm her, Skairipa," Madi replied.

"You're twins were difficult, but Clarke only carries one. Let's meet this little warrior," Octavia told them as she turned to her granddaughter. "It's time, sha?"

Echo came barreling in the room. No doubt to help Octavia deliver the next Blake. Octavia was Clarke's grandmother to Echo's mother-in-law status. Their eyes met and then they clasped hands over the young Clarke's rounded belly.

Even with all the screaming, Clarke delivered easily a beautiful baby girl. Her hair like sunshine and eyes already the color of a summer sky. Octavia held her and smiled.

"What will you name her, Clarke?"

"Indra Abigail Blake," Clarke panted from the bed.

"A strong name for a warrior," Echo stated from her side.

"Or a fisa, but maybe even heda one day," Octavia added.

"A very long and peaceful time from now," Madi said. "Rest. We'll care for the child for now."

That night Octavia stood in her room. She stared at the pictures once drawn by her friend and fellow survivor, Clarke Griffin. She stared at her hand and saw the small scar at the bottom of her palm of her left hand, just near her thumb. Indra had made it years ago, before the Mountain fell in one of her past lives. She didn't know how Indra made it to look like a "C" the day they became "jussis" but, it did. Clarke's had been an "O."

"I wish you could see them all, Clarke. They are beautiful and all leaders in their own right. Madi and Ethan's daughters, Lexa and Clarke, would make you proud. Lexa followed Abby and became a healer. Clarke is just like you a master of too much, but above all, she is a peacekeeper. Rest well my friend. May we meet again," Octavia said.

She laid down on her bed and let sleep claim her again. Only she didn't know that in the morning she wouldn't wake in Eden. This life was over and it was time to begin again.

When Octavia woke, she was under the floor. She looked down and realized that she was younger than last time. She looked down at her palm and rubbed the scar. She closed her eyes and breathed through the coming anxiety attack from being under the floor again. Sighing, she waited until Bellamy lifted the grates to let her out.

She smiled at her big brother. She looked around trying to gauge when she'd woken up, but nothing was telling in their small, cramped quarters.

A/N: need some feed back on this one guys. Not sure of I'm going to pursue it or not. Let me know what you think.