A/N: So this is a tester to see if anyone is interested in a completely different version of the events that took place in The 100. Anya is alive and well, Clarke and Lexa don't have the history of betrayal and hurt tied to them, Raven isn't injured, Finn isn't important, and Pike doesn't exist. I got this idea stuck in my head a while back and finally decided to give it a try. There will be flashbacks throughout the story and all Trigedasleng is in Italics because I was not about to try and translate all of that successfully.

Clarke was cold. That was the first thing she thought as she lay on what she could only assume was the ground. She was cold, and slightly wet she was now noticing. She wasn't quite ready to try and sit up, as it was distinctly possible multiple things were broken from the trip down. Slowly, Clarke opened her eyes and squinted into the sun that she was seeing for the first time this way. As her vision adjusted, Clarke looked up to the most beautiful blue she had ever seen. Reality finally set in at that moment; Clarke was on the ground.

The last seventy-two hours had been mostly a blur to Clarke. Thelonius Jaha and her mother had come into her cell, excited to explain how she had a new mission. Earth looked to be inhabitable, and Clarke was going to be the first Arker to go there. Clarke knew bullshit when she saw it. She couldn't figure out why the two adults seemed excited, as there was a eighty-five percent chance she'd die either from the impact or the copious amounts of radiation still in the atmosphere. She kept up with the science and history books, the world wasn't supposed to be ready to inhabit for another eighty-three years. Her being sent down now made absolutely no sense, unless there was no other option for the Ark.

"We are out of time up here aren't we?" Clarke asked, and was ignored by both adults in the cell. "So Dad was right then? We have to go to the ground soon or everyone's going to die?" This time Clarke did get a reaction, but it wasn't the one she anticipated. Thelonious and her mother started laughing. "Of course not Clarke." Thelonious responded. "There is plenty of time here, however your mother convinced the council to allow you the opportunity of this mission instead of floating you on your eighteenth birthday, which is coming up." This time Clarke rolled her eyes as she caught the grin Thelonioius wore and her mother's hesitant smile. "Great, so I'm a guinea pig. That's perfect." Her mother started pulling her shirt sleeve up and Clarke started questioning her. "Mom, are you really okay with this? Sending me down to a radioactive wasteland?" Abby Griffin turned then and looked at her daughter. "It's your only option Clarke. At least this way you have a chance at survival." She whispered solemnly, and Clarke realized she was right. More than likely she'd die on the way down, or possibly on impact, but even a one percent chance at survival on the ground was higher than getting floated would be. Clarke looked back up to her mother who grabbed her hand and squeezed as she injected her with something in her upper arm. Abby kissed Clarke on her temple, and everything went black.

Now Clarke was cold. Cold and wet and hurting and alive. The last part she couldn't believe. Somehow she was alive and breathing on the ground. She finally gathered the courage to try and sit up, hoping nothing was too seriously injured. Slowly, Clarke moved her fingers, then toes, then shifted up to her arms, and once she was sure they were okay she braced her arms on the ground and sat up. She felt soreness in a lot of her muscles but didn't believe anything to be broken. Next she turned her head side to side and brought her legs close to her body then stretched them back out. She was about to try and stand when there was a rustling noise behind her. Clarke slowly turned her head and her eyes went wide at the what she saw. Three people were coming out of the bushes behind her. They were wearing odd clothing and brandished weapons Clarke had seen in old films. As soon as Clarke made eye contact with the one closest to her, a woman who looked to be in her mid twenties, they people stopped walking. The woman eyed her curiously before turning and saying something in another language to the other two. They spread out to each side of the woman and pointed their weapons at Clarke. Instinctually, Clarke lifted her hands to either side of her head to show she was unarmed and not threatening. The woman took a few steps closer before speaking to Clarke in a language she didn't understand.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're saying." Clarke's voice rasped. She really wished she knew where her canteen had landed. The warrior looked at her curiously and spoke again.

"Who are you? What clan are you from?" Clarke's jaw dropped at the woman speaking English now, but she collected herself and answered.

"My name is Clarke. I'm not from a clan? I...well...I came from space." Clarke answered nervously, not really sure how she was going to be able to explain her sudden presence here.

"From space?" The woman paused a moment before looking up to the sky. "You came from up there?" She pointed up and Clarke nodded. The woman's eyes grew in size and she yelled something to her compatriots before striding up and around to Clarke's feet. "Can you walk, Clarke of the Skai?" Clarke carefully pushed her feet into the ground to see if any pain stuck out to her. She didn't feel anything more than soreness so she looked back up at the woman. "I believe so." The woman then reached a hand toward Clarke. She took it and was lifted to her feet as if she weighed nothing. Clarke held on to the woman's arm for a moment more, double checking that she had sure footing before she let go, slightly embarrassed.

"You shall come with us, Clarke of the Skai." The woman said and turned to head back in the direction she came. "Wait!" Clarke said suddenly, and the woman whipped her head around toward her. "Where are we going?"

"To your new home. Our healer will see to your injuries when we arrive. If you cannot walk there, Wrex can carry you." The woman jerked her thumb at the man to the right of her, who held his arms out a smiled. It was an odd sight for Clarke, to see a man twice her size in battle gear and menacing war paint smiling at her with his arms out. She wasn't sure she would be able to walk whatever distance the group was heading though, so she carefully stepped toward Wrex. As Clarke put pressure on her left foot she felt a snap and fell, but before she hit the ground Wrex caught her and swooped her into his arms. Clarke bowed her head a bit and strangled out a "thank you" as Wrex nodded and smiled. The woman, seemingly satisfied with this travel arrangement, set back toward the path. Clarke realized something though and spoke again. "I'm sorry, can I get your name?"

The woman turned back to Clarke and grinned slightly.

"I am Onya."

Three Years Later

Clarke raced down the hill toward Tondc, spurring her horse to get her there faster. She wasn't positive what she'd just seen, but she thought it might have been from the Ark. The meteor like object hadn't burned out when it entered the atmosphere, and instead came crashing down, shaking the ground miles away. Clarke needed to get home and find Onya and Indra. If the object was in fact from the Ark there might be people on it. People who would have no idea the ground was already populated. As she galloped toward the gate of Tondc the guards presence had doubled already. Everyone seemed on edge from the sky object. Clarke hopped off her horse in front of the general's quarters and nodded her head to Wrex, who was standing guard.

"Is she in there?" Clarke asked in Trigedasleng. Wrex simply nodded his head and held the flap open for her. As Clarke began to walk past he leaned closer to her and whispered "So is Heda." Clarke stopped dead in her tracks, halfway into the house, but her commander and general had already noticed her. Wrex chuckled as Clarke shot him a death glare before continuing forward. She stopped five feet in front of the Commander and Onya and dropped to one knee. "Heda." Clarke quietly stated and waited before she continued. Her hands were trembling slightly and she was sure her face was red as she recalled the last interaction she'd had with Leksa kom Trikru, Heda of the 12 Clans.

Clarke sighed happily as she watched the water below her from the boulder she sat upon. She'd been so glad Wrex and his brother Bash taught her to swim last summer. Swimming had become one of her favorite things to do in her free time. She laid back on the boulder, allowing the sun to dry her body. She had already removed her bindings and underwear to let them dry beside her, and was so warm and content she thought about napping right there under the sun. Just as Clarke drifted off she heard the sound of someone's throat clearing behind her. She turned around, intent on telling off whoever was disturbing her nap, and came face to face with the Commander who was wearing a very entertained face.

Clarke yelped and jumped up to grab her clothes, only to trip and fall off the boulder and back into the river. She contemplated just letting herself drown, but her body betrayed her and brought Clarke back to the surface involuntarily. She forced her eyes open and saw Heda still standing there, a full on smirk this time. Clarke brought enough of her head out of the water to bow it in respect. "Heda" she said quietly. The Commander nodded her head back toward Clarke before reaching over and grabbing her clothes, holding them out to her.

Clarke was by no means ashamed of her body, but she wasn't keen on getting out of the river stark naked in front of Leksa, the Commander of the 12 clans. The only other time she'd even met Heda was three months after she'd landed, when Onya had introduced her while the Commander visited Tondc on her trip to Asgeda. Heda was a year younger than her, and was flawless. Everything about her screamed power and grace and poise and perfection. Now, two years later the Commander might as well have been a god when it came to her physical status. Clarke would be lying if she said she wasn't immediately attracted to the woman, but of course that option would never exist. So Clarke didn't really want to leave the river to retrieve her clothes from Leksa's hands, however it would be considered disrespectful not to do so.

Clarke bashfully stood up out of the water and took her clothes with a muted thank you. She dressed as quickly as possible and bowed her head once again to Heda before walking off. She'd made it about three steps when Leksa spoke.

"Clarke of the Skai" and it made Clarke freeze immediately. She hesitantly turned back in time to see Leksa's toned stomach as her arms stretched high to remove her shirt. Clarke wanted to avert her eyes but she was drawn to the sight. Leksa tossed her shirt onto the same boulder as Clarke had lain on before continuing to speak. "I'm glad to see your swimming has improved. Next I would recommend working on your entry technique." Clarke gaped at her as she turned back around and climbed up on the boulder, before removing her bindings and diving into the river. Leksa popped up and looked right at Clarke, a smile playing on her lips. Clarke had no idea how to respond to that, so she just replied "Sha, Heda" and scurried up the hill. Clarke bumped into Bash on her way up the hill, because of course he'd been out on patrol and had witnessed the entire interaction. Bash was already chuckling as she pushed him against the arm and growled to never mention this. Wrex knew about it before dinner that night.

"Clarke of the Skai" Clarke heard her name and stood before moving around to where Onya was standing. She dipped her head to Onya before speaking. "General, I believe people from the Ark have landed in our territory." Clarke said lowly in Trigedesleng. Onya looked to Leksa, who nodded, before continuing. "Sha Clarke, that is what we were just discussing." Onya then deferred to Leksa who continued. "Clarke, are these people yours?" Leksa looked curious and concerned of Clarke's answer. Clarke took a breath and responded. "Heda, Trikru are my people. Those who come down from the Ark may know Clarke Griffin, but they do not know me. They might not even recognize me." Leksa considered this before she spoke again.

"Clarke, would you recognize them?" Clarke nodded slowly. "Could you tell me if the people sent are good people or bad people?" Clarke then sensed what was happening. Over the last three years Clarke had told Onya about her life on the Ark. About the Council, the Guard, how they floated people over tedious crimes. She told Onya stories of the doctors and teachers, the people who were kind and generous. She also told stories of the people who were not so kind; people who threw children in jail for eating an extra apple and floated people without batting an eye. Onya of course had relayed all of this information to Leksa. Clarke looked back to Leksa and replied "Heda, I can head out and scout for you. Determine the numbers of Skaikru and if they are friendly or enemy." Leksa looked to Onya, then back at Clarke before speaking.

"Ready your horse Clarke, you and I will visit these Skaikru."