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I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness and I have to sit down for a while. The feeling that I'm losing her forever and without really entering her world.
— Slipping Through My Fingers, ABBA
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━━━━━━ August 11, 2150
DUST TWISTED INTO SNOW, the cliffs a mountain, the men marching through looking exactly the same. Their white faces the same as the surrounding landscape. The gray of their clothes contrasted the ground like they were rocks not yet buried. And all around were people that Rian needed to protect. Thank God there were no children this time.
⠀⠀⠀Clarke Griffin, a year younger than Casey, had steadfastly become a leader among their people. The only one with the knowledge and respect to speak to their king. But Rian awaited the betrayal of the Ice Nation, as they had done so many times before. Clarke's blood would spray from her throat, bleeding into the snow, and she would be the only one as Rian's hand remained on her gun.
⠀⠀⠀The muscles rippled beneath her skin as she hid on top of the cliffs. In the chaos of Octavia's arrival, claiming the Ice Nation was coming, Rian was able to slip by and head out with the team. Plenty of people had been sided with Pike, and that helped her get here.
