Chapter Nine

A/N: Hey guys! So here is chapter nine, I hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited, and followed! I appreciate all of your support!

A few days later, Newt walked up to Arthur's office. He hesitantly knocked on the door.

"Come in." Arthur called.

Newt let out a calming sigh and opened the door. Arthur glanced up and sighed in annoyance. "Not now Newt. I'm busy."

"But sir, if you could just-"

"I said not now."

"But-"

"Samuel!"

Both Arthur and Newt froze, looking at each other in shock. Arthur quickly shook out of his daze. "I'm sorry. You just reminded me of my nephew. He was always begging someone to listen to his dreams."

"Because they bloody mean something. I believe that our dreams could change the fate of many. If someone would just listen, they could save lives."

Arthur glared at Newt. "Are you blaming me for his kidnapping? Are you saying it's my fault my little sister was murdered?"

Newt's eyes widened and he shook his head. "That's not what I meant at all."

"Then what did you mean?"

"That maybe if you just bloody stop and listen to someone else for once, you would be surprised at what you can accomplish, what you can change."

"So you are blaming me."

"No, that's not what I'm trying to-"

"Leave."

"What?"

"I want you out of my sight." Newt couldn't move at first, shocked at what just happened. "Now!" Arthur yelled.

Newt's face tightened in anger. "You never listen!" He yelled before storming out. He didn't know where the anger came from or why that phrase alone felt so familiar.

He kept to himself for the rest of the day, refusing to talk to anyone, even when Alby, Thomas, Minho, Chuck, and Gally took turns trying to cheer him up. He couldn't stop thinking about Arthur and his mysterious nephew, Samuel; the name sounded so familiar as if he knew this Samuel. It was a possibility considering Arthur said he reminded him of his nephew; maybe he got those similarities from being close to Samuel.

Celia walked over to the bench he was sitting on and sat down beside him.

"What's wrong?" He ignored her. "Come on, talk to me. I heard you and Arthur yelling. What happened?"

At the mention of the leader, he turned to her. "How much do you know about Arthur's nephew?"

"Not much." Celia responded. "Just that he was taken, his parents murdered, and all they ever found was Julianne's diary pretty much explaining why it all happened."

"Julianne? Diary?"

"Arthur's sister. She kept a diary ever since Samuel was born. She wrote in it every day. When Arthur found out what happened, he was devastated. You see, Arthur and Julianne were close. They had a bad childhood so they relied on each other. There could never have been siblings closer than they were. Arthur did everything he could to make sure his sister was safe at all times." She sighed. "He was the one who found them you know, we on our way to their house for breakfast. We used to eat breakfast with them every morning. He walked in expecting to see a happy family waiting for him, only to find his sister and brother-in-law murdered and his nephew missing. I guess he thinks that if he finds Samuel he can be forgiven for not protecting her that night. If he finds Sammy then Julianne's spirit can finally rest."

"How do you know so much about Julianne?"

"I was her niece-in-law. My father was William's brother." She saw his confused look and elaborated. "William is the name of Julianne's husband."

"So you knew them?"

Celia shook her head. "Not at first. My dad and my uncle didn't speak much after he got married to Mom. They had too much going on, they just couldn't keep in touch. After our parents died Arthur took us in, I knew them for nine years. They were the sweetest people you could ever meet, though I had to admit Sammy was a bit strange, he sometimes knew what I was going to say and do long before I even thought of it."

"How old were you when your parents..." He trailed off.

"I was ten, my brother was only six. William and Julianne died ten years ago, when I was nineteen." She sighed then smirked. "Hey you sneak! You changed the subject on me!"

Newt's mouth twitched into a small smile before falling completely. "Remember the night that you were supposed to guard me?"

"Yeah. You had a bad dream."

"Yeah I did, a bloody terrible one."

"Do you want to talk about it now?"

Newt nodded his head. "I won't go into the details, but if we decide to ambush them in the fields, the war and everyone fighting on our side will be lost."

Celia nodded. "And you tried telling Arthur."

"Yes, but he just doesn't listen. When I tried bloody talking to him in his office, he said I reminded him of Samuel and exploded."

Celia stood. "How about I try?"

"How would you saying anything make a difference?"

"He took me in after my parents died, I've been around him for years. I know by now how to make him listen."

"Thank you."

"No problem. You just wait here, okay?" She quickly left.

Not even five minutes later she returned, pulling an annoyed Arthur's arm. "What Celia? I'm busy." Celia ignored him and continued to pull him to the bench Newt was sitting on.

"Sit here and don't get up until you hear him out. Trust me, you'll want to listen to this."

Arthur sighed and sat down. "What did you want to tell me?" Celia nodded at Newt and left.

"A few days ago, I had a dream about the ambush."

"Yes, and?"

"If we try to ambush them in the fields, not only would we lose the war, but everyone who fights alongside us will be lost as well."

Arthur nodded. "You know you can't change our fate. Once you dream it-"

"Oh, come on Arthur. We both know the whole "After you dream it, it always comes true." klunk is just that, Klunk. Can't we at least try with this one?"

"What if we just make it worse?"

"How can we make it worse? If we sit around and do nothing everyone will die anyway."

Arthur sighed and nodded. "Okay. I'll try my best to find a new advantage point."

Newt smiled relieved. "Thank you sir."

Arthur returned the smile. "Listen Newt, I'm sorry. I was terribly rude to you. I should have listened when you first came to me, and I never should have yelled at you."

Newt shook his head. "It's fine, I know you've been stressed. The battle is getting awfully close and we are nowhere near ready. Instead of taking all the bloody burden on yourself, maybe you could try to trust us. I'm sure there is not a person here that wouldn't be more than happy to help you."

Arthur snorted. "Now you sound like Julianne."

"She was an intelligent woman."

"Yes she was." He grunted as he stood. "Well, I better get back to work. Thank you Newt, for everything." Newt nodded.

Shortly after Arthur left, Thomas walked over. "Hey, are you okay?"

Newt could have sworn he saw Bryon at the other end of the courtyard smiling, but not the way one would when they were happy. This smile had a darker feel to it. Newt squinted his eyes to try and get a better look, but Bryon already turned and left. "I'm not sure." He mumbled.

A/N: Thank you AG2000 for proofreading! You are amazing and I greatly appreciate your help!