~My name's Lexa, as all of you probably know now. I'm eighteen but still don't have driving license. I honestly feel like I'm a newborn here. And I am in some way. I was dead just a few days ago. Now I got to have a second chance and be born again. It's different now but I think I can be happy again. I'm finding mysel...
Basically what I hope happens after part one of the finale (of the 100). I love the idea of Clarke and Lexa so they're going to be endgame in this. This is basically just to take the sting off of Lexa's betrayal. Whoops, spoiler! There will be more of those in here.
"There were three things I knew at the given moment: One, I was alive. Two, I was hurt, though I didn't fully asses the severity of my wounds. Three, I was going to kill John Murphy." It has been 97 years since we turned on each other. 97 years since the nuclear war. 97 years until we found our unity. Ophelia is the...
It was always easy, until it wasn't. *i do not own any segment of this story, all credits go to the main writer*