Book 1: We are grounders - The 100 (Raven Reyes x reader)

Episode 1 - Pilot

The silence was shattered by a single drop - a drop of sweat - falling from her forehead. She had been pushing herself to the limit, doing push-ups non-stop for an hour. Trapped in isolation, there was little to occupy her time.

It had been 3 long years, almost 4 since her freedom was taken away, and a staggering 97 years since humanity had last set foot on Earth. She was imprisoned for her fiery temper, a temper that had resisted all efforts at reform over the past 3 years. Even her father had given up on her, not visiting for a whole year after seeing her lack of progress. Perhaps she shouldn't have been so stubborn.

"Prisoner 321, face the wall," commanded three imposing guards as they entered her cell. She knew them well - they were necessary because she was the youngest murderer on the ark, and everyone was eagerly anticipating her execution. "I still have a week left, though," Riley protested, refusing to comply. "I said, face the wall," one of the guards growled, forcibly shoving her against it, causing her nose to sting. "No? What the hell!" she exclaimed before everything went black, and she found herself slumped over a guard, unconscious.

The guards took her to a old huge ship, a drop-ship to be exact. "Wait!" a middle-aged man yelled, making the guards stop and approach him with the girl. She was the last one to get in before this man kissed the girl's forehead. "Marcus, she has to go now." another middle-aged brunette said. "Yes, wait for two seconds, Abigail." he sighed, dragging a few strands of the teenager's hair behind her ear. "In peace may you leave the shore." the man sighed before continuing. "In love may you find the next, Safe passage on your travels. Until our final journey to the ground." the man had started sniffing. He was crying. His tears fell onto his daughter's face. "May we meet again" The guards took her away.

He was so unsure if he'd ever see her again.

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A deafening, thunderous roar reverberated through the confined space of the drop ship, shaking everything with violent tremors as it plunged through the atmosphere. The air felt thick with tension, the walls groaning under the immense pressure. Riley was jolted awake, her eyes snapping open, heart pounding in her chest as the world around her came into sharp focus. Her body screamed with the familiar ache of overexertion, every muscle in her arms and legs tight and strained from countless hours of stress and pain.

Disoriented, she blinked rapidly, her vision still hazy from the sudden awakening. A sharp, throbbing pain radiated from her arm, and it took her a few moments to register what was happening. Through the haze, she saw Clarke leaning over her, hands moving with practiced precision, tending to the wound that had opened up across Riley's arm. Clarke's face, though calm and composed, held a glimmer of worry in her eyes as she worked.

"Welcome back," Clarke greeted her in a voice that tried to sound casual but couldn't quite mask the underlying concern. Riley's head still felt heavy, but as she looked around the crowded interior of the drop ship, a rush of memories came flooding back. There they were—Wells and Clarke—two faces from a past she'd long since tried to bury, though neither of them seemed to recognize her. Riley wasn't surprised; the scars that now marred her face and body had transformed her appearance beyond recognition, not to mention they had not seen her in almost 4 years. Her old friends from childhood probably didn't even know who she was anymore.

Before she had the chance to fully take in her surroundings or say anything, a loud, jarring crash sent the entire ship lurching, throwing everyone into a sudden state of panic. Clarke, always quick on her feet, immediately turned away from Riley and toward the sound of the impact, her voice sharp with urgency. "What was that?" she demanded, her eyes darting around the room, searching for answers.