"Mom," Clarke whispers, "Is that what I think it is?" Clarke questions looking down at the chip in curiosity.
"Yes, Clarke," Abby whispers back, Looking up to her daughter, "It's time, tomorrow you and Ninty-nine other delinquents are going to earth; to the ground, Abby replies with a small smile. Clarke looks to her mother in disbelief.
"How? Earth isn't survivable for another hundred years." Clarke says in shock, she knows the Ark was failing but she didn't think the council would got to this extreme.
"I know but we've looked into to it and it's our best chance at survival," Abby replies in a serious tone, her smile gone.
"Now," Abby changes the subject looking at her daughter with her returned smile, "Turn around, it's time for you to receive your birthright," Abby smiles at Clarke with encouragement and her daughter nods and moves her hair as she turns around.
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"Okay, Bellamy, you want to be a leader then tell me, what are your rules?" Clarke questions, challengingly walking to Bellamy and his sister.
"There are no rules, we're on the ground." He smirks, looking victorious.
"Oh, do you think that because we are on the ground that we are safe enough to not have rules, to live in complete chaos?" Clarke raises an eyebrow at the man, continuing to walk toward him, "What happens if a fight breaks out and one person kills the other, will you just let them walk away? Because that's what you're saying, no rules, no repercussions."
Bellamy stampers, surprised at the wisdom of a 17-year-old girl, "Uh-um... I-I-"
"You what?" Clarke is now standing directly in front of him, "Huh?"
The Griffin daughter then turns around.
"No rules!"
She yells, "Kill each other and you don't get held responsible? Is that the kind of society you want? You don't have to do anything, just sit on your asses and starve! That's the kind of society you will have if you really want it, you can die and kill each other with him or you can survive and help each other with me."
Clarke looks around at all the delinquents,
"Choose!"
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A woman with long brown hair and cold forest green eyes sits upon a throne of wood with a dagger handle in her right hand and the point in her left.
The black war paint on her face hides the emotion in her heart, the cold and stoic expression on her face and in her eyes hides what she's really feeling; hate, anger, loss, pain, worry, and most of all broken.
This woman has no room in her life for hope. It's a dream that will never happen. Faith is something only her people can have. Love is something that only the free are allowed.
One wrong move and her people could die. She knows this. Yet she can't help but wonder how there is a natblida in Skiakru, let alone how she became their leader.
She wants to meet them, she wants to make an alliance with them, she wants to understand them and teach them.
But what gives her a reason to think that they are harmless? Is it the fact that they're teens?
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The 100 || Book 2: The Two Commanders
Fanfikce"Love is weakness," Lexa says with an emotionless expression, her eyes set on the fire in front of them. "Maybe," Clarke sighs, "Maybe it's just a fantasy our minds come up with to tell us there's something worth surviving for. Or maybe love is mor...
