[ BOOK ONE ]
Sawyer Wesley fought to survive everyday of her life. On the Ark, it was either comply or die. To put it lightly, Sawyer was never one to throw in the towel. She did everything in her power to live in a world that awaited her death. And...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
ALL OF THE air in Sawyer's lungs escaped the moment her body slammed into the water of the river. Her legs kicked and her arms thrashed, trying to pushed her up to the surface. Waves churned, pushing her against her will. Sawyer fought the motion, forcing her head to break through the water and out into the fresh air. She breathed deep and soothed her burning chest.
Sawyer's arms flapped hard at her sides to keep her above the rushing river. She flicked her gaze around, seeing that she floated in the river that spanned out from Mount Weather. She glanced over her shoulder to see the former military bunker and its concrete dam grow smaller as she moved further away.
Sawyer gurgled when her mouth dropped below the surface and water rushed between her lips. She spit it out, treading harder against the waves to stay up. The river's current continued to pull her through the landscape until her knees hit something solid and pitched her forward. Sawyer slammed into the riverbed as it became shallow. Her hands dragged across the rocks and dirt, coming to a stop when the water flowed around her knees and failed to push her along.
Sawyer spit more water from her mouth, drawing in as much as air her lungs could hold. Her hair hung around her face and dripped in its waterlogged state. Her stolen clothes hugged her body, weighing more than they did moments earlier. Sawyer stayed on her hands and knees for a couple seconds, before she stumbled up to her feet. The river parted around her ankles, allowing her to stand without issue. She remained in one place and raked her stare across the forest that covered the land. She did not recognize any of the landmarks, meaning it would take a long time for her to make it back to the dropship.
Her attention shifted to take in the immediate area. Sawyer wondered if Clarke jumped after she did. She failed to notice the Griffin girl when she turned to leap from the side of the dam. She hoped she did. Sawyer did not know what she would do if Clarke stayed in Mount Weather.
To her luck, Sawyer would not have to find out. Her gaze fell to the riverbank where a body laid halfway in the water and halfway on land. Their hair a pale blonde. Clarke. Sawyer stomped through the water in her direction. "Clarke," she called out the girl as she dropped down to her side. She reached out to turn the girl over, but a sharp force slammed into the side of her head and caused her to the fall.
Sawyer's shoulder hit the rocky ground as pain spread throughout her head from her right temple. Black dots obscured her vision, while her consciousness threatened to leave her.
Someone grabbed a hold of Sawyer and turned to over to rest on her back. They pulled her hands together and tied something around them. Sawyer blinked multiple times, causing her eyes to focus and found Anya above her.
"You burned three hundred of my warriors," Anya exclaimed through the Wesley girl's haze. "I can't show my face without a prize."
Sawyer groaned. Something warm and wet rolled down the side of her head and into her hair. Her hands were bound by a long strip of cloth around her wrists. She realized Anya must have hit her across the head. Pain surged inside her skull, but she pushed through it and rolled to look at her side. Clarke laid next to her, having the same treatment done to her. Anya wound a cloth around her hands, before she yanked her up to stand.
