Echo
"Tell me about the nightblood," Bellamy asked. Clarke, Roan, Bellamy, and I were sitting at a table in the throne room eating (well, picking at) our dinner.
Roan and Clarke sighed collectively. "It was a bust," Clarke admitted. I frowned, not understanding her words. Bellamy, seeing my confusion, explained.
"She means it didn't become what they expected. That it didn't work."
"It would have," Roan growled. Now I was intrigued.
"Would have?"
He nodded and looked at Clarke to explain, because like me, he didn't understand the technology like Skaikru. "We tested a random person we found—don't give me that look, Bellamy—and he didn't make it when we put the radiation to the level that Praimfaya will be. We found out the reason it didn't work was because he had some medicine that prevented blood clots—the radiation broke it down, causing a chain reaction. We then ended up having to test someone else who didn't have anything in their system and I ended up injecting myself." So, this girl is a Natblida now? "But…but my mom destroyed the machine."
"Well, crap," Bellamy hissed.
That didn't mean our fight was over.
"So we inject someone and when Praimfaya comes send them out. If they don't return in a certain amount of time, then we know it doesn't work. But if they do, then we all don't have to rot in that damn hole!"
"No!" Clarke yelled at me as if it was monstrous of me to even think that.
I was this close to leaping across the table at the girl. Bellamy, sensing that, grabbed my arm and I completely froze at the touch. He calmed me in a way no one ever has before. I drew in a few deep breaths and tried again.
"I don't mean playing Russian Roulette with a random person. I'm not that heartless." Roan grabbed Clarke before she could leap at me, she knew I was pointing fingers at her. "A volunteer. Someone who volunteers to be injected and go into the storm. Someone who knows the risks and the potential consequences."
"And who would volunteer? When they learned of Praimfaya, more than half your army took off home and a decent chunk of the remaining army was slaughtered by Trikru. And there's no way Trikru would volunteer, especially if they hear Azgeda wouldn't. And I will not risk my people!" Clarke's voice rose with each word. "Our volunteer system sucks. So please, Echo, find me a volunteer."
"You want me to find a volunteer?" I asked, standing. Bellamy stood beside me since Clarke stood across from me.
"Yeah, I do."
"Fine. I volunteer."