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❝ SHE IS A KNIGHT POLISHING HER ARMOR. CARRYING HER OWN SWORD. FIGHTING HER OWN BATTLES. MAKING HER OWN GLORY. ❞
IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. EARTH. It was everything they had dreamed of. Trees surrounded the dropship, its green leaves sticking out against the brown bark. They all stared in awe at the planet which they had dreamed of being on for almost a century. And now, finally they were home.
Octavia Blake, also known as the girl under the floor, began walking forward. She reached the end of the drop ship door, and jumped down, a smile on her face. Octavia raised her hands in the air. "We're back, bitches!" She screamed, excitement coursing through her veins, as well as everyone else's.
The delinquents ran out of the drop ship, exited to be on Earth. Nova jumped off the drop ship door, her feet hitting the soft dirt below her. A smile formed on her face as she realized Earth may be habitable. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Somebody asked from beside her. Nova turned her head.
"Clarke." She said, her smile getting larger. Nova engulfed the blonde in a tight hug, having not seen her since Nova had gotten herself arrested.
Clarke and Nova had met at a party, which was pretty irresponsible for Clarke, as she always stayed inside with her parents, either studying or reading, but that night she decided to go, as every teenager would be there. The two had immediately become close friends as soon as they met, even though the two were totally different. Nova was more of a party girl, who stayed out late with her friends, most of the time drunk, and Clarke was a good girl, who stayed in, went to bed early, did her studies, which means everyone was shocked when they found out the Clarke Griffin had been arrested.
Nova was one of Clarke's closest friends, along with Wells, well he was, who Nova didn't like at all. She never did. She didn't like anyone who had a say in things on the Ark, because they were all dicks who didn't care if the criminals lived or died. Nobody really liked Wells, except for Clarke. Wells was the Chancellors son, so that pretty much gave everyone a reason to not like him, as he was one of the privileged.
Clarke, however, quickly changed the subject by getting serious about where they were at. She looked down at the map in her hands, and began walking forward. "That's it? We haven't seen each other in over a year and no 'it's good to see you?'" Nova joked, causing Clarke to smirk.
Clarke stopped a ways ahead, looking at her map. Nova jogged to catch up with her, peering over her shoulder at the map in front of her. Nova could tell by the look on Clarke's face something was wrong. "What is it, Clarke?" Clarke obviously saw something Nova didn't.
"Do you see that peak over there?" Nova looked in front her and nodded. "That's Mount Weather. There's a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain."
