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Nala

"Andi! You are brilliant!" I squeezed Andi's shoulders, laughing out how genius I was. Sure, I left some broken hearts lying around. At least with the Sandwalkers I didn't have to be the 'Queen of Death' or cannibal. I wouldn't have to be the crazy sister or the rebel daughter.

The Sandwalkers was meant for me. I was meant for them. My one shot at living a normal life.

"Andi, are you sure that you're okay?" I asked, making sure that she was alright.

"Lost a bit of sleep, my wrists and ankles hurt, and there's this weird taste in my mouth." Andi dragged on. "Are you good? Cassandra almost killed you. You could barely talk after that."

"I'm perfect." I assured and smiled, feeling guilty for something I hadn't done yet. I don't know how I could leave Andi here to fend for herself. She was kidnapped just hours ago. I had have to be a pyscho to leave, but I had to leave. "You must be tired. We should get you back to bed." I said, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"What the hell happened?" Andi pulled my hand off her shoulder and brushed my split knuckles.

"I'm pretty sure I punched a guy to death." I said, flinching as she touched it. "The man thought you were getting some." I told and Andi laughed, despite the thought that kidnapping had somehow found its way to being sexual.

We turned around the street corner and walked towards the staircase leading up to the compound in complete silence. Andi was barely wearing any clothes only enough not to be penalized for public nudity. I was covered in blood, and my neck had probably started bruising. The holster in my leg was bloody. We looked like sociopaths.

Guards from the bottom of the staircase assumed formation around me, Andi quickly separating. Both of them were familiar, working ith me on numerous occassions. "Congratulations, Commander. A few clan leaders have sent requests to join you against Napoli. Matters will be kept strictly confidential." A guard told me.

"What is your name?" I asked kindly.

"Bowie, Commander.

"Bowie, please make sure that your partner..." I asked.

"Liam."

"...and you are made apart of my personal guard." I finished. "Which clan leaders requested to join my forces?"

"Flaclan, the Plains Clan? Rakonclan, the Rockline Clan, Rovaclan River Clan, and Vallenclan the Valley Clan." Bowie informed. "Each of their faster riders await your answers in the throne room." Bowie said as we came close to the throne room. A group of servants all smiled as I walked closer to them. They held a velvet vest sort of thing that would trail far behind me, and an iron circlet with six prongs, probably forged from the original crowns of the Committee.

"Thank you." I pulled off my sword and on the velvet vest thing, placing the crown on my head. Bowie and Liam pushed the doors open, letting me walk through. Eight riders, grouped together in pairs, each with distinctive clothes separating them from other clans.

"Nala onh Napoli." They said, relatively at the same time. They all bowed, an immediate sign of respect. I nodded my head briefly, with no expectation of bowing to some riders I had just met.

"You can each inform your leaders they are welcome to join forces with Lanca against Napoli, ideally as soon as possible." I finished before walking past the table of maps to sit on the smooth metal throne. None of the pairs had left though, like they hadn't heard me invite their leaders. "Is their something either of you would like to say?" I asked, kindly yet obvious I was already ticked.