Okay, this is my view on The New Adventures, Trinistyr Trilogy. I've changed some things, added some twists, and added a new character whom is telling the story. I'm not going to give away too much about the character, but her name's Anya, she's a cheeky tiefling rogue/assassin, and the rest you have to find out by reading.

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Prologue

Maybe it hadn't been my best idea ever. At the sight of the quickly approaching group I rethought that statement. It had been my worst idea ever, and that was saying a lot. I took a deep, calming breath of air and let it out slowly and evenly. If I was too loud I'd get caught, I'd have to keep my breathing under control.

I slinked off to my left, trying my best to disappear into the shadows, this being an almost impossible feat considering I was in the middle of a deserted market square.

I was going to get caught, one of them was an elf, one a kender, and another was a human ranger; all having incredibly acute senses.

It had been easy stealing the artifact from one of the two human girls but she'd noticed all too quickly, having detected the missing item in a matter of seconds.

I clutched the said item to my chest in hopes of making myself smaller and backed into the wall of a building, slowly ebbing away from the frantic group.

"Did you see which way she went?" the voice of the elf was carried towards me; I could plainly see their silhouettes.

There was light coming from the door way to the inn that we'd all just come; or more specifically run, from.

"If I saw which was she went don't you think I'd be searching there?" the human ranger snapped back in annoyance.

Oh dear lord, he was knocking an arrow to his bow.

I closed my eyes and silently uttered a prayer to any God that was listening before opening them again and continueing to ebb my way towards an ally.

"I think I heard something from over there," the kender pointed in my direction and I immediately stopped, holding my breath, "and something over there too."

There was a groan heard from the ranger who was searching over in the second area the kender had pointed out. The ranger's dark brown eyes were scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

Kenders were so cute, but this one might have gotten me killed. Other wise I didn't really have a fuss with them, unlike other people.

"I think you were right the first time, Keene," this was coming from the elf who looked up at my current position. "I can feel the power rolling off the staff."

If I'd known that the staff would be my undoing I wouldn't have bothered stealing it. Nah, who am I kidding? I still would have tried. The staff had given off a radiant red, orange, glow, it looked valuable. Any simpleton would have noticed the power coming from it. The local mage's would pay a fortune for the magical artifact.

With bugged eyes I realized the elf could see me and broke into a run towards the alley way. The elf, ranger, kender and two human girls close behind.

I held the staff in a one handed grip and dashed down the alleyway. Knowing that if I wasn't out fast enough the ranger would shoot me down with his bow. With burning lungs I finished the last of the strip and skidded. I managed to turn without losing any speed as I did so. I knew this area of the town pretty well, and knowing that going left again would lead to a dead end I had turned right. It was only logical, I mean, why run into a dead end when there are people chasing you?

But by the Gods, the ranger was fast!

I continued to run, even though I was starting to slow considerably. I don't give up easily; that's why I'm still alive to this very day.

With a sudden halt I started to climb up pieces of old timber and broken stones, making my way onto the top of the building I knew full well that the ranger would be upon me in moments.

I stood once I was on the building's roof, taking a look at my surroundings. I'd only adventured on the roof tops a few times and that had always been when there was nowhere else to run. I just had to choose the two story building. Part of the structure, the part I'd climbed, was only one story. The other part, however, was two stories high, and there was nothing lying around for me to use to climb any higher. The only way off was back down where I'd come.

The ranger slowed to a halt. No doubt having realized that I couldn't possible have ran any further in such a short amount of time. This was as it was another straight alleyway.

Clutching the staff in a one handed grip I slowly drew a shortsword from my hip, gritting my teeth as a ring of metal echoed throughout the area. The ranger's head snapped up in my direction in reply. It surprised me to see a wicked gleam in his eye as he created eye contact with me. A mop of sandy brown hair fell into the dark brown eyes that pierced into me. Even if he was only around eighteen he was at least six foot tall, perhaps more. I probably only just reached his chin. And he was broad in the shoulders. He'd be tricky to beat in a fight.

I could hear the calls of his friends and the sound of footfall. With a sigh I crouched, preparing to jump. My plan was to take care of the ranger and then run like hell. Yeah, I can take him.

At that thought I silently dropped down from the roof, jolts running up my legs as I landed and rolled, coming up in another crouch. The ranger had replaced his bow with an ugly silver sword that he held in a two handed grip, weird choice of weapon for a ranger.

I smirked as he charged me, swinging the staff out in a semi-circle as I stepped from his path. The wood staff connected with his jaw and sent his head snapping back. To follow through with that, I swung the short sword around much the same with my other hand. As he turned to face me again he brought his sword around in a large swing, no doubt trying to keep a distance from the staff.

I could hear someone gasp and the ring as a blade was drawn.

"Wait, Jirah, let Davyn handle this," the kender's voice said slowly, even from the sound of his voice I could tell he was interested in the fight taking place between myself and the ranger.

I brought my shortsword up to block the ranger's offensive attack and with a grin I brought the staff around again, only to meet him in the ribs.

A grunt escaped his lips and with a cruel snarl he dived at me, only just missing me as he nicked my right cheek. I could already feel the warm liquid creating a trail down the said cheek.

"Ilfar," I heard a sudden shout echo through my ears and, rolling away from the ranger I shot the elf a quizzing look before stumbling wearily.

The said elf's finger was outstretched and pointing at me.

I was so tired. No, must stay awake! It's just a spell cast by the elf mage. I'm stronger than this.

"I had it covered!" could be heard from the ranger as darkness started to take over my senses and, trying to keep my balance, I stumbled forward.

I could hear footsteps coming my way as I spiraled completely into darkness. This being just before my head hit the ground.

I hate magic users.

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