𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒚

As I looked out at my friend's, hope and happiness filled my heart after so long of it slowly beating in a raging storm of sadness and guilt. They all noticed me straight away, stopping what they were doing and walking over with huge, happy grins and sparking eyes. I looked over my shoulder for the higher being that took Lexa's form, but they were gone already. I smiled sadly at where they had once stood. I had been half tempted to ask her to stay, thoight they may not have been the girl I love, I would never forget the feeling of having her in my arms again. With peace of mind that Madi was happy and that we were safe, I couldn't stop the smile and stinging eyes as I jogged to Raven.

The brunette squeezed me tightly, "It's so good to see your safe, baby sister." She mumbled into my neck.

I sniffled softly and nodded I to the crook of her neck. "You too..." Was all that could escape me. Raven Reyes, youngest Zero-g mechanic on the Ark in 52 years. I remember when I was a small girl, I would see her in my fathers workshop, tinkering away with sparks and flames. Eyes of wonder and a smirk promising things to go 'boom' always lighting her face. And now, after many wars, lost loves and heartbreak, she was here in my arms as my chosen sister. After years of fighting with others, ourselves, and one another, it had finally came to an end.

"Clarke..." I heard Murphy whisper, almost inaudible. He pulled me in for a welcome hug, holding me tight, as if I'd disappear if he let go.

"John." I smiled as I hugged him back, he pinched my side at the snarky tone in my voice as we both chuckled. Jonathan Murphy. His father was killed trying to save him, his mother killed by her own grief. Him, I remember from my early teens, always poking fun at the guards and making rude remarks. Though he always seemed to have a soft spot for my father, always respecting him when he told Murphy to stop. We had faught, argued, went to war, reunited, seperated and nearly killed each other a number of times and yet, now, I was wrapped in his arms as I consider him my own brother. He has become a great man, an asshole at times, but a great man nevertheless.

"Honorary Blake....." Octavia's voice cracked as she looked at me. Her eyes had their shine in them again, of course still haunted, but they showed her aqua eyes that had turned grey so long ago on a different world.

"Honorary Griffin..." I grinned. Immediately we hugged tightly, desperately needing the reassurance that we were still there. Octavia Blake. The illigal child, hidden under the floor for the first 16 years of her life with no contact to the outside world besides her brother and mother, never a father figure in her life. We didn't get a long at first, I'll admit, glares were exchanged and trust was broken. Multiple guns and swords where pointed, and yet here we are, as two sisters who had gone through and lost too much, now at an understanding and hearts full of love. Octavia had Hope, I had Madi, and now we finally have one another after we no longer had Bellamy.

"Hey, Princess." Miller. He too had tears in his eyes as he held his arms by his side's akwardly. I rolled my eyes.

"Give me a hug, Miller." And he did, scooping me up in his arms and twirling me around before letting me down as he kissed my forehead. Nathan Miller. Locked up for setting fire to a class book. The hell he got the fire from, and the hell he got the book from. But the look on Pike's face was priceless. He had sided with Bellamy, following orders like a lap dog before he found his own ground, making quick and fast decisions for himself to save us. I never would have thought that the boy who set fire to our class maths book would some day be my brother, but then again, I never saw any of this happening really.

"Sister." Echo was quick to pull me into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around me and she rocked us from side to side.

"Ash Blake...." I mumbled back. Echo kom Azgeda, or should I say Ash Blake. A simple girl forced into a cruel world like many of us were. After many betrayals and mislead information, arguments and fights, her heart thawed and my best friend fell in love with her and soon, I did too. She was my sister, a best friend and a member of my family, someone I have and would risk everything for. I don't know what I'd do without this woman now. The scars on her face only mean survivor to me.