DISCLAIMER: This IS a Clexa fanfiction, even though it starts out as Bellarke.
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"If you weren't in either clique, you were just a drifter lying in between the two massive conflicts. It made Clarke's head hurt, she didn't understand why they couldn't both just coexist. That was her wishful thinking, with differences as big as crevasses people were bound to be lost in the divide."
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Clarke Griffin has been sent away to Whitehall Academy after the death of her father. It is there she navigates the woes of parties, teenage rebellion, relationships, self identity, and the perpetual problem of cliques. Bellamy is gorgeous, and he loves her, but there's a girl with beauty and strength that Clarke cannot deny.
A CLEXA story...
The world is ending- again. With the death wave closing in, Clarke and her friends have only hours to pull off a dangerous rescue mission. But survival isn't guaranteed, and sacrifices must be made. As the storm passes and the dust settles, the fight for the future is only beginning. In a world reshaped by destruction, alliances will be tested, new threats will emerge, and the past won't stay buried for long. A challenge of who can survive or who can be saved? As praimfaya takes its toll on Earth, new leaders rise, while some fall. A new world gives opportunity for a new start, but along with that comes new enemies.
Because sometimes, the end isn't really the end. It's just the beginning.
(Creating a new ending to the100 and fixing the100's worst mistake of all time- killing off Lexa.)
Fixing JRoth's fuck ups!
Show: The100
Relationship: CLEXA
Setting: Pre-Praimfaya
Reference: S4 Ep12, 16:40
18+!!!