Clexa One Shots

Lost In Time

                                By: ProphecyGirl
The swirling anomaly cracked and popped as Clarke watched in unadulterated terror. The light within grew bright enough to burn, and her vision turned pure white to a fading soundtrack of the woods, and the electric cacophony of the anomaly, and her own shuddering, panicked gasps. Her lungs ached, and she could no longer hear anything but a soft, static whine that buzzed and snapped inside her brain, sizzling as it filled her senses with sensations she'd never dreamed of.

And then the anomaly gave a tiny shudder—no bigger than a small hiccup, really—and exploded in a resonating supernova. The central glowing orb—the heart of it, Clarke thought deliriously, unsure of how she could even begin to know such a thing—slammed to the ground with the force of a massive spaceship and burst into a million flashing, fluttering lights like fireflies as it shattered. The flickering spots collected together like so many sardines and barreled towards Clarke faster than a bullet.

The crepitating chorus of lightning strikes spiderwebbed as it fired into her chest just prior to her registering their existence. Clarke let out a startled ululation as her back violently met a tree and she was effectively pinned there by the steady, flicking fountain of light surging between the empty spreads of her ribcage. The stream filled her from within her aching chest, and her nerves fired off and crackled with their own electricity as the anomaly traveled through her. Her veins became liquid fire as her neurons began a dizzying dance and—changed, somehow.

Clarke began to scream as her body was submerged in the blinding white and brilliant yellow-green stars that continued to crash into her reforming flesh. She was drowning in starlight and pain, her bones cracking as her very marrow was infiltrated. She wept into the void as the Anomaly surged within her; filling her. Becoming her, in fact. Replacing all she was with all she had yet to be, an infinite span of universes, each filled with eternal possibility. Filling her with a knowledge that made her keen in full faith of whatever this merciful, painful, soul-shredding blessing of a thing the Anomaly was.

She heard it, clearer even than her own thoughts had ever been within her own fractured, sluggish brain. She heard the Voice as it called to her from the Heart.

My child. My dear, sweet, brave child. You see it, don't you? What I Am; what you can Be within me, within us. The Anomaly Was. It Is. And it ever shall Be. So far beyond mere mortal imaginings, and yet here you are, no more than simple flesh and bone, standing within the very Light itself. Did you know what it meant, when you called to me and accepted my gift into your heart? Did you understand the Light as it filled you, or had you merely given up? Speak true, child.

I didn't know, Clarke thought aloud. I didn't know for sure; I only knew that.. that I had to know. I had to know.

The Heart of the Anomaly shuddered in gentle waves around her, its walls fluttering in an ethereally affectionate embrace as it chuckled.

You are much like I was, Clarke, when I was mortal. You seem surprised. Did you not imagine that I too, had once been a mortal thing like yourself? A mere speck on the short timeline of a single universe that had no more left a mark than a single, worthless mosquito?

There was no bitterness in the eternal voice; rather a gentle mirth that seemed to indicate it did not regret changing its status in the least.