Clarke Griffin is just a old 20 year old with not much excitement in her life. But that changes when she becomes the owner of her uncles inn that is along a beautiful lake, all with the help of her life long friends Raven and Octavia. She soon discovers that not every folk tale story her uncle told her as a child were made up. What happens when the two different worlds cross? (Based off of a weird dream I had and decided to make it a Clexa fanfiction)