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Shaw had only been gone six weeks but to Raven it may as well have been an eternity. She had tried to go on with life like normal but failed
And now this, The Anomaly…it was as if the universe was giving her a way out.
They need a volunteer.
That’s all she hears.
That’s all she needs to hear.
She’s stands still and sure , oil-stained hands trembling slightly as she moves in front of Clarke. “I’ll go,” she says flatly before anyone else can. The words drop heavy into the air, final in the way that makes Bellamy immediately straighten, his jaw tightening.
“Raven, no. We don’t even know what’s on the other side…” Clarke starts.
“Exactly,”
Raven cuts her off. Her voice is too calm. “So maybe we should find out.”
Clarke steps forward, lowering her tone like she’s soothing a wounded animal. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’ve done enough”
“Yeah,” Raven says, with that tired little smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes. “That’s kind of the problem.”
She signs up anyway.
The green light ripples like water and lightning at once. The hum of the field fills her ears.
“Raven, please,” Clarke tries again, standing just close enough that Raven can see the fear in her face. “You go in there, you might not come back. We’ll find another way.”
Raven adjusts the strap of her pack, checking the charge on her wristband one last time.
“Or maybe I will” she says softly. “Guess we’ll find out.”
Before Clarke can respond, Raven steps forward and disappears into the shimmer.
The world rips apart around her.
She can’t breathe, can’t think, her body feels like it’s falling and flying all at once. Then it’s silent.
She hits the ground hard.
When she opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is a sky she doesn’t recognize. It’s not Sanctum. It’s not Earth. The air tastes clean. The trees glow faintly in colors she’s never seen before. Her wristband sparks once, then dies. Her radio? Dead. Tech…everything, useless.
“Great,” she mutters. “Just my luck”.
But it’s not the same kind of isolation she’s used to. The air hums differently here, alive. When she listens, she swears she can hear whispers.
And somewhere deeper in the woods, voices. Familiar ones.
And one sounds like Shaw….