Clarke Griffin, owner of 'Clarke's Paradise', a small flower shop in one of New Yorks many busy streets.
Lexa Woods, owner of a travel blog, who planned to stay in New York for a week.
Things don't always go as planned.
So, I know I said I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this story. I am now, I will continue this story,
BUT(T)
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I also want to start this new fic I've been working on.
It's a Clexa fic and it's slightly AU, as in, Clarke still comes from the Ark and Lexa from the ground, BUT(T) it's gonna be completely different from Jason's fucked up story line. The fic is called 'Story of Dreams'.
So, I have the prologue written, here it is:
A three-year-old girl sits in her father's lap. The girl's blonde locks are messy, her pink , fluffy pajama's too large for her small body. Her favorite plush animal, Horny, a rhino that – to her parents' dismay – was named after its most prominent feature, the horns, sits in her lap, squeezed tightly by tiny hands.
''Do we all dream, daddy?'' the girl asks. Her father nods. ''We do. Every night. Sometimes we don't remember, but we dream every night,'' he says. ''Then what so s-special about the Dream?'' the girl asks, having some difficulty pronouncing the word 'special'. ''Ah, you're asking me to tell you the Story of Dreams again?'' her father asks. The girl nods. ''Okay, here we go. Again. For the fifth time this week. Do you remember anything I tell you?'' her father laughed, but bright blue eyes stared up at him expectantly. Her father sighed, but smiled at his daughter.
''Okay. Everyone has birthdays, right?''
''No, not Tommy, he say he never celebrate birthday!''
''Yes, but he was born on the 29th of February. His parents do give him a cake and presents every year, though.''
''What's a Febrewy?''
''It's a month. Forget it. Okay, so, apart from Tommy, we all have birthdays, right?''
The young girl nods.
''Now, I know every birthday is special, but your 17th birthday, might just be the most special birthday. You know why? Because on the night of your 17th birthday, you dream the most special dream ever. You dream the Dream. The Dream shows you a little bit of your future. It can be of something that will happen very soon, or something that will happen in a couple of years. Now, for me, nothing big was shown in my Dream, as goes for most people of my age and older, because we're all here on the Ark. But for you, it might show you something big. You are the first generation that might be eligible to go planet Earth,'' the father explained to his daughter. He was aware that she probably wouldn't understand most of the words, but he had told the story a thousand times, he was sure she got the most of it by now.
The little girl yawned. ''What do you say, Clarke, bed time?'' her father asked. Clarke nodded. ''With Horny?'' she asked. Her father internally cringed. ''Sure, love. With the rhino.''
*
The same girl, now ten years old, sits next to her best friend, Wells, looking at the Earth. Clarke loved the Earth. ''What do you hope your Dream will show you?'' Clarke asked her best friend as she drew what she imagined the Earth would look like. ''I hope it shows me with my parents and you with yours on the Ark playing hide and seek,'' Wells answered. ''You'd wanna stay on the Ark?'' Clarke asked. ''Yes, where else would we go?'' ''Earth, dummy! We'd go to Earth! And we'd explore the Earth and I'd fall in love with someone there and we'd build a house like the books tell us to and we swim in the river and dance in the rain. I hope for the Earth,'' Clarke gushed happily. Wells held back a frown and instead smiled at his best friend. He hoped she would fall in love with him, like he had with her, but he knew he would still be her best friend if that wasn't the case. ''I'd go with you, to the Earth,'' he said. Clarke grinned widely. ''You would? Great! Oh, we're gonna make the best of it! We will, Wells. We'll go to Earth one day and it will be better than what I imagine,'' Clarke promised her friend. Wells nodded. ''I don't doubt you,'' he said. And he never would. Clarke would go places, he was sure of it. And he'd never doubt her decisions.
*
Clarke was now sixteen and she was sure, absolutely certain, that there was nothing on the Ark she hated more than the Ark itself. She felt trapped. She had no friends besides Wells, who wasn't fun to hang around with lately. He was acting weird and kept flirting with Clarke, which was weird, because he was like a brother to her. A brother she knew she'd never have. You weren't allowed more than one child on the Ark. If you did, you'd get floated and the child would go to prison. She had heard the story of the Blakes. Bellamy was an annoying, stuck up pain in the ass, but he loved his little sister, Octavia. He had begged the guards to lock him up instead of his sister, because she had been locked up all her life, but they wouldn't have it. He lost his job as a guard and now cleaned the cafeteria and toilets.
He was allowed to visit his sister once a month, but she had been locked up for three months now and Bellamy had never visited her. Clarke had. Not intentionally, but one day she was walking around the Ark to get her mind off of things, and she ended up near the prison cells. A guard and friend of Bellamy had stopped her and had begged her to visit Octavia, to keep her company, even if just for a little bit. Clarke had agreed to this, she didn't have anything better to do, anyway. At first, Octavia hated her. Clarke didn't take it personally, even though taking it personally was probably a normal reaction to being told to float yourself. Instead, Clarke kept talking. She talked about everything. She told Octavia the Story of Dreams, even though she already knew it. Everyone knew it. Octavia always wondered what her Dream would bring. That is how Clarke and Octavia discovered they actually had something to talk about. They both hated the Ark and, more than anything, wanted to go to the Earth. So that is what they talked about. That is what they talked about for eleven months, until Clarke's birthday. Until Clarke's Dream.
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Okay, so that was the prologue. Lexa isn't included in the prologue, because obviously Clarke doesn't know of her existence yet, but don't worry, she will be. Obiously, it's a Clexa fanfic.
Tell me if you're interested, or, in other words, if I should start this fic.
