AN:- So I feel as though this story is coming to an end, this chapter being the second last. I only ever intended for this story to take us up to the arrival of the prison ship. If you would like a sequel please let me know, I'd be more than happy to start writing my thoughts as to what I think might happen in season 5. A huge thank you to those who are still following this. I know it's only short but I never intended for it to be a huge story.

A large leopard stalked out from the bushes and began to size up Clarke as its next meal. Clarke's heart began to race in her chest, thinking this was it. This was what would kill her. She braced herself as the animal prepared to pounce and squeezed her eyes shut as it leapt into the air. But the attack didn't come, two thumps sounded into the air and the sound of someone calling her name came next. "Klark! Are you okay?!" A panicked Madi came running out from trees and knelt down beside her. Clarke looked between her and the leopard, piecing together what had happened. "You…you killed it. Shot it straight through the heart." It took Madi a moment to realise what she was saying and she couldn't help but grin at the proud smile plastered on Clarke's face. "I guess I did." Her attention turned back on her ankle and within a minute or two Clarke had her arm around Madi's shoulders and they were limping away.

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For the next few nights their favourite story to tell was how Madi came in and saved the day. Clarke couldn't have been prouder of the girl. She'd taught her what she could but Madi seemed to have a talent for weapons. This both frightened her and filled her with pride. The latter won out, after all her strength in weapons is what would keep her alive.

The stories continued well and truly after Clarke's ankle had healed completely. Madi's favourite became the one about the hundred and how they came to be. She'd start by telling her about the Ark and how it was created. And how they were sent to the ground to see if it was survivable. How they encounter the Grounders, Madi's own people. And about Lexa, the leader of the thirteen clans and how she tried to bring peace but died before she could. Clarke always grew emotional during those stories even though it had been many years since their last goodbye. During these times the drawing of Lexa she kept inside her shirt seemed to weigh heavily on her, just like her heart.

Lastly, she told her about how Clarke survived Praimfaya. Of course, in telling her this, Madi's true heritage had come to light and she told her every night before falling asleep of how special Madi was. She told her that the Earth would become populated once more and she would one day become Heda. Madi was unsure of this despite its importance in repopulating the Earth. She was only so young and so to soothe her worries Clarke would reassure her it wouldn't be for a very long time. She also told her it would be different this time, because they would be starting anew. A world with peace, at least Clarke hoped.

Clarke began to rely on Madi's company more than ever as the days stretched on. She was thankful. Thankful to be alive, even if in the early days she wasn't. Thankful that she now had company, someone to talk to. But the unknown still lay just below the surface and played regularly on her mind. She still agonised over the possibility of not saving her friends. If she fixed the switch at the tower in time for them to survive. And she worried about her mother and all the people she cared about still trapped inside the bunker. Clarke did her best not to show her concerns, however, in the presence of Madi, only allowing them to come out once the girl was well and truly asleep. But she couldn't hide it from her. Not for very long. Without words, Madi just simply knew and decided to ask her one night.

"It's nothing my little natblida." Clarke replied with a small smile of reassurance.

"Something is wrong. I can see it." Madi persisted, sitting up in bed and lightly placing her hand in Clarke's. The blonde looked away for a moment, trying to compose herself as fresh tears welled in her eyes.

"I just miss my people very much." She answered honestly. "Which story would you like tonight?"

"The one of Floukru and Luna."

Natblida= Nightblood

Floukru= Boat People