Journey

by SamJZ16

Clarke Griffin vanishes without a trace, leaving her friends and allies in a state of uncertainty and despair. Years pass, and the world moves on, with Skaikru becoming an integral part of the Kongeda as the 13th clan. However, a new and formidable enemy emerges, threatening the fragile peace that has been established.

1. Chapter 1

I do not own The 100.

I will try to make the story long, but I cannot promise anything.

In the wake of Clarke's disappearance, the fabric of Skaikru and the coalition known as Kongeda began to unravel, revealing the deep fissures left by the absence of their unifying force. The remnants of the 100, bound by loyalty and the shared trauma of their past, refused to abandon hope, scouring the unforgiving landscape month after month for any sign of their lost leader. Abby, Clarke's mother, found herself adrift in a sea of grief, her hope diminishing with each passing day, even as life continued to burgeon around her with the birth of twins, Jake and Will, symbols of a future she feared her daughter would never see.

Bellamy, shouldering the weight of leadership, felt the keen absence of Clarke's strategic mind, her absence a gaping chasm in their ranks. Octavia, haunted by the specter of unresolved conflict with Clarke, grappled with a maelstrom of guilt and sorrow, her emotions mirroring the tumultuous skies above Trikru's territory, where she and Lincoln sought solace in family life with their children, Laden and Sky. Raven, ever the stoic engineer, submerged herself in the mechanics of survival, her interactions limited to those who shared her intimate understanding of Clarke's legacy.

Jasper, emerging from the shadows of his own battles, found clarity and sobriety through therapy, his resentment towards Clarke ebbing away as understanding took its place. Monty and Harper, entwined by love and shared purpose, welcomed their son Alex into a world fraught with uncertainty, while Monty lent his support to Bellamy, rallying the dwindling numbers of the 100 in their relentless quest.

The Ark, once a beacon of human endurance, now echoed with the collective yearning for the return of their blonde-haired, blue-eyed princess. Yet, it was Lexa, the Heda, whose soul seemed most scorched by Clarke's absence. The Commander of the Blood, once steadfast in her solitary rule, found herself adrift in a sea of faces, none of which could fill the void left by Clarke. It was as if Clarke had vanished, not just from sight but from existence itself, leaving behind a legacy of love, leadership, and an indelible mark on all who had known her. The search for Clarke continued, a testament to the indomitable spirit of those she had led, a beacon of hope in the darkness, a promise that one day, they might once again stand united.