The Girl From The Sky

Chapter 6: The New Girl

Anastasia's tear-stained face was buried in her knees as she sought refuge in the dimly lit interior of the dropship. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, she couldn't help but cry out for her mother, yearning for the comfort of her presence. Unbeknownst to her, a blonde girl, Clarke, had been awake and nearby, listening intently to Anastasia's heartfelt sobs.

Clarke, already awake and aware of the young girl's distress, sat on the outskirts of the dropship. She had been engaged in studying a map, her mind occupied with thoughts of the challenging journey that lay ahead. However, the sound of Anastasia's cries pierced through her concentration, causing her to set aside the map and abandon her thoughts temporarily.

Driven by an innate sense of compassion, Clarke made her way towards the dropship, her footsteps quiet but purposeful. The urgency in Anastasia's cries compelled her to offer solace, to ensure that no one felt alone in this daunting new world they were entering.

As Clarke stepped inside the dropship, the low lighting revealed Anastasia's trembling figure, her shoulders quivering with each sob. Clarke's heart ached at the sight of the young girl's vulnerability, and she approached her with gentle, deliberate steps.

Anastasia's tear-filled eyes lifted, finding Clarke's presence. Startled by the sudden intrusion, she gasped and instinctively recoiled, her fear palpable. Yet, Clarke's expression radiated kindness and understanding, her demeanor inviting trust and solace. Aware of Anastasia's trepidation, Clarke offered a warm, reassuring smile as she knelt down to the young girl's level.

"Hello," Clarke's voice resonated with empathy, her words gentle and soothing. "I am Clarke Griffin. What is your name?" Anastasia's voice quivered, her stuttering response reflecting her fear and uncertainty.

"M-my n-name i-is A-Anastasia J-Johnson," she managed to stammer out between sobs, her voice barely audible. "B-but m-my f-friends c-call m-me Ana or Stasia."

Clarke maintained her caring smile, her eyes meeting Anastasia's with unwavering warmth. "Stasia," she repeated, using the nickname. "I like that name. It's nice to meet you, Stasia." Clarke extended her hand for a handshake, intending to offer comfort and connection.

However, in a surprising display of trust and need, Anastasia defied her own fear and threw her arms around Clarke, seeking solace in an embrace instead. Clarke's smile widened, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions-compassion, understanding, and a newfound determination to be there for Anastasia in this vast and unfamiliar world they found themselves in.