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Eighteen - Be the Savior You Have Always Wanted To Save You

"Everyone out!" 

Everyone just stares at me as I hobble up the ladder. The sun had only been up for a few short hours before my demands to see Lincoln grew too much for those trying to sleep. They got the okay from Bellamy and here we are. Me, struggling to climb the ladder with a bucket of water in my hand, and everyone else pretending not to hear me. 

Standing taller, I command once more. "I said everyone out!" Again, no one moves. I groan and look to Miller. "I'm not going to free him," I gesture around at the closed area, "We have no escape without one of you catching us. So leave us."

Finally, Miller nods and everyone follows him down the ladder, leaving us alone. I pick up a rag from the bucket of water I dragged up the ladder, moving towards Lincoln's wounds. "You think they would just listen, I am in no shape to fight them." I place the rag on his head wound and he winces. "Moba, Linkon." Sorry, Lincoln. 

"It is because they are afraid of you and what you can do." I look up and meet the eyes of my wise best friend and can't disagree. "Many of their people have been killed by ours. They are just afraid." He finishes. 

While he is right, the warrior in me takes over. "They should be afraid. Once I am healed, we are going to take Octavia, burn this place to the ground and run." I continuously pat at his wounds, attempting to clear his body of the blood. 

Blood doesn't phase me anymore. When I was a little girl, training to be the warrior I am today, we were taught to disregard the wounds of our own and take pleasure in the blood we shed. 

"Yu laik a natblida, nou teik yuwas drein au. Yu drein au, Heda chants klin wamplei. Yu em gona, reinja, shila. Yu drein au, kos Heda. Daun, sen klin?"  Arthur reminds me as a wound on my head, from the hilt of his sword knocking me in the head, continues to bleed. You are a nightblood, don't let yourself bleed.  Every time you bleed, the commander risks dying. You are her warrior, archer, protector. You die for the commander. That understood?

I stand up, steadying myself against the wall to combat the dizziness. "Sha, Seda." Yes, teacher. I pick my sword back up from the ground, getting into position to attack. Arthur's grin stays present on his face until the very end of the fight. 

At the end, he approaches my worn-out form. Bending down to be at child height, Arthur begins to speak. "Yu kik thru kos Heda, ba yu kik raun kos Leigh," He pats my head before walking away. You survive for Heda, but you live for Leigh.