Traveler's Blessing

Prologue

In peace, may you leave this shore.  In love, may you find the next.  Safe passages on your travels, until our final journey to the ground.

May we meet again, Clarke.

Clarke is floating in a dark abyss. She was on her death bed. Life's hardship had taken a toll on her 50 some year old physical body, and when she can no longer hold on, she died. She died peacefully, considering all the violence in her life. Sucks for Hope, Jordan, and Murphy. Over the years, her friends have passed away one by one, leaving them facing the cruel eventuality that one of them will be left alone at the end of their species. At least Hope still has Jordan, Clarke thought. When Murphy lost Emori, he became a shell of himself. Clarke knew he wants to follow her but was glad when he stayed with the group. Murphy being selfless, who knew? Something tells her since he survived Emori's passing, he will be the last one standing. Clarke chuckles. He is a cockroach, after all. And here Clarke is, dead, drifting in nothing. Keenly aware that she is now a spirit?  No. More like her soul is traveling without the restriction of time.  Death is not the end.  No fucking shit, Clarke curses. Her soul is aware of what she needs to do next. She needs to find her soulmate, somewhere in time. How many lifetimes of pain does she have to live through just for a moment with her? Well, anything is better than just floating in darkness forever.

Wait.  Wait.

Something is different this time. How is she lucid?