From The Start

chapter three

I was woken up by Octavia talking about how Lincoln should train her, Lincoln kept insisting that he should teach her our language before she is trained. I remember when Lincoln tried to pull that bull on me.

FLASHBACK TO 9 YEAR OLD ELIZABETH:

Its been half a year since my father died and Lincoln took me in. A half year since Lincoln promised to protect me, and so far he's done just that but he keeps trying to re-teach me our native language. Dad kept me in the house for 2 weeks while I was learning, he said I couldn't play until I learned and spoke fluently in our language.

"E come down its time" Lincoln

I sprint downstairs thinking he meant we would start training so I could live up to being my fathers little warrior. Lincoln says Im tough and strong for my age yet he insists that he teaches me our language again because "it never hurt anybody to learn again".

"Training?" EJ

"Not today E." Lincoln

"Lincoln I am ready I was already taught damn the language! Now teach me how to fight" EJ

Lincoln looked at me defeated because he knew he wasn't going to win this battle. As we head outside Lincoln nods his head at a small sword.

PRESENT ELIZABETH:

As Im remembering that memory I also remember how Lincoln told me I was stubborn like my father and whenever he could he would through in how good of a man my father was. The good things I remember about my father was that he would always tell me how my mom was excited to call me Ellie or Lizzie because to her it sounded like a princesses name or when he'd tell me girls like me deserved to become warriors and not princesses, that made me happy because like I said my mother died shortly after having me so men were mostly my surroundings growing up. Now that I think about it the only times my father was happy was when talking about my mother and when he told me about his stories as a Trikru warrior. My father may not have been the happiest man but he definitely was a good man, maybe not the best single dad but he was my support system. I loved him more than anything but Lincoln took the spot now. My father figure is Lincoln and I don't know how I'd manage without him.

When I snapped back into consciousness Lincolns arms were wrapped around me and he was telling me to breath while telling Octavia to get some remedies that he had specially made for when I had moments like these. After drinking the remedy Octavia gave me a smile of sympathy. I glared at her and she wiped her sympathetic smile off her face and thanked Lincoln for helping her learn our language on her way out. Lincoln kept me in his arms until I fell asleep and then he moved me to my bed as he sat next to my bed like he did when I was little and would have moments like these.