At last

Chapter Fifty One

Clarke's point of view

I let out a soft breath in the chilly air, taking in my surroundings in confusion. I was in a field, flowers of all colours almost completely blocking the lush grass at my feet from view. Tall, green trees lined the edges of the field and on the horizon were, I spotted as I started walking forward, blue mountains with snowy peaks that touched the cloud layer.
I released another breath, smiling and reaching out to touch the soft petals of the flowers around me as I took in the beautiful scenery.
The amount of untouched life told me that I was in Shadow Valley but, in all of my years there, I'd never seen this gorgeous field. It was so big, I would never have missed it.
I frowned, halting my slow stride through the field. Where was I? How did I get here?
I suddenly caught sight of movement up ahead of me. I quickly walked toward it, spotting a head of long, dark, braided hair as I got closer.
That hair...
"Madi?" I breathed, smiling briefly.
As I neared her, I noticed that she was knelt down on the ground. She stared down at her hands as she worked, arranging something that was still out of my sight. I picked up my pace, my curiosity fading away into shock and overwhelming confusion as the flowers gave away, giving me full sight of what was happening.
On a bed of freshly picked flowers, my ghostly pale body lay. Flowers were strung throughout my hair, which had grown in length and fell past my shoulders. My eyes were closed, my lips a pale blue.
Madi was dressed in Octavia's armour. She was currently arranging my hands, closing my fingers tightly around a small bouquet against my chest.
What the hell?!
"M-Madi?" I asked, my voice choked.
She didn't seem to hear me. She sat back, wistfully admiring her work. "There you go," she quietly told my body, "All finished."
Madi looked up at the view, smiling a little. "It's beautiful out here, isn't it?" She turned her gaze back to my corpse. "I thought this was where you'd finally like to rest."
My throat was awfully dry. I waited for her to continue.
She stared at my emotionless face, tears watering up in her eyes. "I'm sorry that it came to this. I'm sorry that I didn't try to save you, that I let this happen. The throne, leading... it does things to a person. It breaks them, destroys them. You tried to warn me, but I didn't listen. I got a sick thrill out of the idea of being respected, feared, commanding an entire clan however I wanted."
At this point, tears were streaming down her face. She didn't try to wipe at them, her voice trembling yet still firm.
"I understand why you did it now. I thought you were just being selfish, trying to take the throne for yourself, but you were only trying to save me from the burden of leading before it was too late. I still pushed you away, and I agreed to fight you. I wanted to prove how strong I was to the clan, and to myself, by killing you." Her voice broke, but she still carried on. "The truth is, I know nothing about leading. I can't do this without you, Clarke, I can't live without you. I thought I was strong enough, but I'm not. Now, I'm... broken. I don't know who I am anymore."
Tears flowed down my cheeks. I hurried forward, reaching out to put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. As soon as my hand made contact, she sucked in a sharp, shocked breath and jerked away from me. I retreated to the other side of my body, watching her in confusion.
Madi looked around in shock, searching for what had touched her. Seeing nothing, she calmed down, her gaze falling onto something on the ground in front of her that I couldn't see. She reached for it, and my heart froze.
"I am sure of one thing: I can't live in a world that you're not in," she whispered, determination in her gaze as she brought the knife up to her stomach.
"Madi, no." I spoke quietly, trembling.
"I'll see you soon, and I'll make this right. We'll be a family again." Through her tears, she smiled down at my body. She tightened her grip on the handle. "I love you, Clarke."
She raised the knife, and I bolted into action.
"MADI, NO!" My screech rang out just as the knife plunged into her stomach, and everything went black.
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I screamed, flying into an upright position. Once again, my surroundings had changed.
Where was I? Where was Madi?
Beside me, I heard a groan. I looked back to where I had just been to see Bellamy's confused eyes blinking up at me, and realization suddenly dawned on me: it had just been a dream.
I continued staring at him as I broke down in relief and fear, my body wracked with sobs.
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Bellamy's point of view

I wrap my arm around clarke as she sobs into my shoulder.
"It's okay... shhhhh. it was just a dream princess," I whisper as I pet her hair, trying to calm her down.
Tears flow down her cheeks.
"Wanna talk about it?"
She nods her head and grabs me into a tight hug.
"Hey it's okay," I whisper and grab her hand.
She laces her fingers with mine and lets out a sigh.
"It's just," she whispers. "Octavia is planning on making Madi her second... and I'm so terrified she is going to get hurt bell. She is so young and doesn't know anything about being a leader."
She pauses, looking up at me.
"... I can't loose her."
I squeeze her hand in reassurance.
"I'm going to talk to Octavia... Madi is going to be okay."
She looks away.
"Do you trust me?"
Clarke looks over at me with a small smile.
"Of corse I do."
Nodding, I wrap my arm around her waste and pull her closer so our noses touch.
"Than trust me that I'll talk to Octavia... okay?"
I pull her to me and place my lips on hers.
"Okay," she smiles. Then she presses her lips back onto mine, tease-fully pushing me to the ground.

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