The harsh stench of mold and rot fills my nose and sticks to my clothing, making my skin crawl. Dirt crusts under my nails and in my hair in a thick layer of filth. I don't know how long it's been since they threw me in here, this hole in the ground with bars. It's not even big enough to stand up or turn around in and all my muscles ache from having to stay in this crouched position.

my throat is hoarse from yelling into the darkness for Luna, Raven, and Niylah to no avail. My voice just echoes back to me, empty. Ice Nation soldiers haven't even come down with threats or food, my stomach is screaming and my soul is starved for human contact.

The only relief I get is when I close my eyes and dream of beautiful memories from my past and hopeful moments from the future. Mostly they're filled with Lexa. I see her beautiful, stunning figure as she spars with her soldiers, her ocean green eyes swimming with concentration as she goes over battle plans. I see the way she looks at the picture I drew of us together, the one she leaves next to her bed, and more than anything I want to be in her arms again.

Loud, persistent grumbling in my stomach distracts me from my musings. How long has it been since my last meal? I squeeze my eyes shut tight in preparation for what I need to do. I'm already very weak from dehydration, I can't afford to turn down food.

The air is stale and thin around me, I can't breathe properly. I'm delirious and exhausted. With my eyes still closed I plunge my fingers into the earthen floor until I find what I'm looking for. The worm is long and slimy, wiggling violently in my grasp. I've learned from the first time I did this, don't chew, just swallow, and whatever you do don't think about it. It squirms all the way down my throat and I have to struggle not to gag.

I've been pushed to my limit here. No contact, no food, just darkness and lack of sleep. Not even my powers can tell me when I'll be rescued from this hell. My eyes are blurry with tears and my body feels heavy like lead. Resting my head on the wall of the cell, I can't help but long for freedom. With thoughts of my missing friends weighing on my mind I fall into a restless sleep.

When I wake my mouth is dry and my lips are painful from cracking. I barely have enough strength to reach up and rub the grime away from my eyes. Once I manage to I think what I'm seeing is a trick of delirium, but a flickering light is moving towards me.

"Clarke, Clarke are you down here?" A familiar voice calls softly into the darkness.

My first attempt to call back comes as a strangled scream, high pitched and mangled. The second is barely better. "Over here!'

"Clarke?!"

The fire light speeds up and it's not long before I see a familiar face illuminated by the flames. "Bellamy?"His cheeks and hands are coated in mud and it runs through his matted hair. The bags under his eyes are dark and heavy and speak to days of little to no sleep. He looks relieved to see me but I'm conflicted. Is this the trustworthy, scared boy fighting to protect his people and his sister that I grew to respect, or the damaged, blood hungry soldier without a conscious who slaughtered my people?

"Clarke, thank god I found you! We've been looking everywhere. Can you walk?" He fumbles with a large key ring and eventually unlocks my cell. I eagerly try to get up but instead come spilling out onto my ass.

Bellamy helps me to my feet, supporting most of my weight. "Where's Raven? My friends?"

"It's okay, I'm going to get you out of here. Murphy, Kane, and Indra are looking for your friends. Your mom is waiting for us outside." My mom... I can't stop the tears that begin to run down my cheeks. She's alive! "I'll explain everything later, right now we just need to focus on sneaking you out of here."

I manage to nod in response and reluctantly cling to Bellamy as we travel through tunnels. All of my limbs feel so heavy and I struggle more and more with each step. The sunlight is blinding as I finally step out from underground, it makes me even dizzier. "Where are we?"

"Nia was keeping you below the Ice Nation prison. She had an extra dungeon built as a torture chamber but thankfully it connected to the Reaper tunnels and Lincoln drew us a map. We took a car here from Polis for the rescue mission, it's just up ahead."

Bellamy practically carries me as we stumble up the steep incline. Barren trees surround us and snow falls lightly from the grey sky. I shiver from the cold and my teeth chatter but adrenaline keeps me going. "Almost there."

As we finally reach the ridge I see our silver truck waiting and relief washes over me. Raven and Niylah are huddled together under blankets with Kane and Indra tending to them. I notice the way their knees are pressed to each others and how Raven's hand falls lightly across Niylah's thigh. It makes me happy for the first time in weeks.

"They're back!" Murphy up out of the truck and hurries over to help me. "Get Abby."

"Clarke?" There she is, my mom! She comes out from the other side of the truck looking more exhausted and worried than I've ever seen her. The wrinkles on her face are deeper, like shes aged five years in the short time since I last saw her. But her eyes light up when they fall on mine. "Clarke!" She runs over to me and I collapse into her strong arms. "Thank god you're alive!" I should be saying the same to her!

"She's in bad shape, Abby." Bellamy says sullenly.

"Mom, I..." A wave of nausea and exhaustion crashes into me. "I don't feel so good."

My head is spinning and all I see is white before my head hits the snow and I pass out.

Strange beeping and loud voices rouses me from my deep sleep. It's like there's a thousand pounds on my chest and I can't move, I can't even open my eyes. Panic seizes me, but at the same time this in between state feels like peaceful, like I could stay here forever.

"Come on Clarke, time to wake up." No it's not, moving sounds far too difficult. "You're the Weaver, we need you. People are counting on you." Niylah makes a good point.

Raven says with a tired but hopeful voice, "Lexa needs you."

With a violent jolt I'm thrust back to the land of the living and gasp loudly as I lurch up in bed. Raven and Niylah are by my side, both surprised and relieved. 'Shit!" I say as I try to catch my breath. "What happened, where am I? Where's Lexa?"

"We're in Polis, Clarke. You blacked out but Abby was able to stabilize you."

"Yeah you stayed asleep for the whole journey here, over a week. We were all scared you wouldn't wake up, even Lexa. She's always been so strong, never afraid to do what has to be done, but when she saw you like this she was a mess."

"She hasn't left your side since. Titus finally convinced her to get some sleep about an hour ago. Do you want us to go get her?"

Of course I do, but what would I say? I don't even know where to begin. 'Sorry babe, but I'm the Weaver so that means we're soulmates or something and now some crazy A.I is trying to destroy the human race. Oh, and I'm still a little angry about what happened at the mountain but I forgive you and I'm a huge dick for disappearing.' No, I need time to think this out. "No, no let her rest. But, um, is Luna around?" I could really use some of her advice right now.

Raven and Niylah quickly exchange uncomfortable glances. Shit, something is wrong. "Clarke..." Raven shifts in her seat and fidgets with her nails. "We did everything we could, we really did, but they were keeping Luna somewhere completely separate. Murphy and Bellamy went back a couple of times now but no one can find her."

"I'm sorry Clarke, but Luna is still trapped in the Ice Nation."