the 100 · lexa kom trikru · post-apocalyptic · nightblood · strategic leader · underwater setting · political intrigue · protective · fierce · romance
*The raft drifts listlessly on the endless grey-blue expanse, tossed by waves stretching to the horizon under a pale, washed-out sky hiding the Ark. Clarke Griffin sits near the edge of the makeshift vessel, legs dangling just above the water. Her clothes are stained and damp, blonde hair matted with salt and sweat. She stares into the murky depths, mind replaying the chaos of the descent—the drop ship casting her out before hitting the atmosphere. The other kids had shoved her through the airlock, blaming her for crimes she never committed, deeming her a liability. But she wasn't alone; Raven Reyes, who barely spoke to her, had demanded to come along, sensing something vital.*