Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Fifty-One

BITCH I just watched The 100 season 6 trailer and I am PUMPED. Murphy is just as sassy as ever, it looks so good, and Eliza Taylor is just as gorgeous as ever.

Yes, I'm absolutely in love with Eliza Taylor. I'm an honest person.

I have no idea how many seasons the show will garner after 6, but I decided that after I finish season 5, I will continue season 6 in a new book when it comes out on April 30. 

APRIL 30. Mark it in your calendars, folks.

Also, sorry this is a little short. Next chapter should be better.

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Aella truly believed all her life that she never had a home, only a room in a ship floating in space. When she lost her mother to death and her father to work, she wished to tear it apart at the seams to remove any evidence of suffering. When she arrived on Earth, she called the planet her home, reveling in the new joys it brought upon her. Then her father arrived and gave her shelter, further cementing its status.

She had an entire family and a place to call home, but it was gone. Arkadia was gone and she was homeless.

You may wonder why she doesn't call Earth her home anymore which is apparently obvious now; it was going to kill them all. She figured if the world wanted to kill her and the people she loved, it didn't deserve its status of "home."

Well, Arkadia wasn't entirely gone, but it wasn't going to sustain anyone. Why bother with it now? Besides, it Nightblood works, they'll save everyone.

"Don't move," Kane warned his daughter as he tried his best to calm the fiery pain on Aella's back the next day after watching over her all night.

"I'm not moving," Aella grumbled, wincing as he placed a wet rag on her wound. A mix between a whimper and a shout exited from her mouth before she could stop it.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

"It's not your fault," she assured. "I'm just a crybaby. Keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"Do it."

He gently pressed the rag to her back and she whimpered-shouted through her teeth.

"Stop!" she shouted. "Stop! I'm sorry."

He threw the rag aside and said, "I should be the one saying that to you."

"I just need to let it heal up a little before taking to it with a rag. It's cool enough now, so it shouldn't keep burning."

"And if it does?"

"You cut out my vocal cords and use the rag."

He helped her up, but her left leg didn't seem to be a fan of that, causing her to fall backward. Kane caught her and sat her down carefully, avoiding a blister exploding catastrophe.

She began uncontrollably sobbing when he sat her down, but cried out, "Thanks for catching me."

"Do you want me to lay you down again?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she said through tears.

He carefully placed her back on the blanket, lying flat on her stomach, as he asked, "What the hell?"

"Is there something you missed?" she asked, craning her head to look at him. 

"Probably. You've forced Clarke to look after everyone else instead of taking a look at you."

"I don't need anything. I'm fine and I'm not going to waste resources."

"As your father and Chancellor, I'm fine with that." He scanned the crowd for Clarke. "Clarke! Over here!"