Sunlight poured through the open window onto the untouched bed. The small room was crowed with only two pieces of furniture, the bed and a dresser. Clarke sat on the floor next to a soggy pile of clothes from the day before. The dark circles under her eyes matched the pants and tank top she'd found in the top drawer of the dresser.

The night before she'd checked every square inch of the room looking for a weapon, or tool, to help her escape. But only found a few articles of clothing. A few hours before sunrise she'd finally collapsed on the floor, hugged her knees to her chest, and cried. Big ugly crying with loud sobs that rocked her whole body. As the sunlight started peaking over the horizon and birds started their morning songs. Clarke had dried her tears and hardened her resolve. The only hope she had was an alliance, working with the grounders to take down the mountain men and save both their people.

Clarke looked to the door as she heard a key inserted into the lock. A middle-aged woman entered. She wore a long tattered dress tied at the waist and her hair was piled on top of her head under a cloth.

"I see you found your uniform," The woman said as she gathered the wet clothing from the floor and shoved them into a basket at her hip. "That's a good start."

She looked Clarke over and frowned.

"I'm Altheda. Heda has entrusted me with the burden of your education. And I am positive it will be that," said Altheda turning and pointed a finger at Clarke. "A large burden. So try to keep up and we will start with a tour of the grounds."

Altheda walked out the door without a glance to see if Clarke would follow. Remembering her decision from last night Clarke hurried out the door after Altheda.

The tour quickly became a blur to Clarke as Altheda lead the way through the winding halls. Clarke had a room on the second floor of the 60 story building. Everything from the 3rd floor up was off limits. On the first floor was a small clinic with 6 cots and a few cupboards of supplies. Altheda informed Clarke she would be spending most of her time here treating the locals for minor injuries.

Down the hall the chef Potina was singing as she cooked, swaying her hips and chopping up carrots. It seemed dangerous for her fingers, but Clarke couldn't help but smile. Potina had an infectious air of happiness. She even winked and slide Clarke a warm biscuit when Altheda's back was turned.

The tour ended in the basement. Altheda softened when they entered the dusty room. Tables where piled high with books many half opened.

"Medical books," Clarke said turning the pages of an anatomy book in disbelief.

"Yes," Altheda answered. "I've been studying these for years. But my true life work is this."

Altheda lead Clarke to the middle of the room where a large book lay on a table. Clarke opened it to find drawings of plants and lists of uses. Some pages had dried samples of the plants sandwiched between the pages.

"I've been cataloging the plants that are still around," said Altheda. "Many have changed in functional use or appearance." She lovingly brushed her hand over the book and closed it.

"I could help you find and identify more plants. I think that is an amazing project," said Clarke stepping forward.

Altheda's smile dropped. "You are not ready for such an honor." she said. "I spent years proving myself before I was given this opportunity. If you want such an honor you will need to prove yourself. But first you have a debt to pay. When you aren't working in the clinic you can be down here studying the medical texts. I will be your supervisor should you have any questions. But think twice before disturbing me."

Clarke took a step back remembering she is a prisoner here.

"There are guards at all the exits and some wandering the halls," Altheda said. "Attempting to escape will be very painful I suggest not it. I have things to do this morning. We will resume your education after lunch."

"Should I help in the clinic until then," asked Clarke.

Altheda's eyes became large and she let out several words Clarke had never heard. "You think because you were born in the sky that you are a God," said Altheda. "You are still a novice, a child, you need to learn what medicines we have, how to use them, gain the trust of the people before you can treat them."

Clarke wanted to argue more but sensed she had already pushed her luck with Altheda. She excused herself and took of for the kitchen or so she thought.

Clarke became lost after a few turns. The building was confusing enough but with her head spinning she was too distracted to try finding her way. Tears started blurring her vision and Clarke fell backwards to the ground.

"Ow," said Clarke as she rubbed her butt. She looked up to see Anya in her path.

"You win a battle against 300 of my best warriors, but can't walk through a building without running into someone and landing on your ass," said Anya. "I don't know who should be more ashamed right now."

"Well, it's a very confusing building," said Clarke, not in the mood for verbal sparring.