*I wanted to change a few (okay, a lot) of things for the prolouge, to make Hana seem different. Review and enjoy.*

My name is happy.
It doesn't mean I have to be happy. My real name's actually Hana. My mother named me that, but she didn't seem happy to have me because her and my father left me alone when I was five.

I remember the exact conversation they had before they left. I had been up at night, so they didn't hear me.

"Are you sure we should leave? She's our daughter," my mother said.

"It's the only way we'll be able to travel without losing our money," my loving father said.

"Well... if you say so." my mother said back. My mother was naive and could be easily persuaded.

But me, I was smart. I knew they weren't lying about leaving.

I tried to get some sleep, but it only resulted in me reassuring myself. They can't just leave me. I'm they're only daughter! It's preposterous.

When I woke the next morning, I searched our house, calling their names. I went outside to see if they were there, because sometimes they would be there in the morning, but they weren't.

All that reassuring was for nothing

They were gone.

I refused to cry or miss them. Why should I? They just left a ten year old alone by herself!

I thought out my future. I would be a thief. I would have to protect myself. I ran into my parent's room and looked for my father's bow. I found it where it always was.

My father wasn't Arabian. He was white, and he had come from England with weapons, including the bow. It explains why I have strange blue eyes.

I ran my finger over the curve of the bow. It was my new life. And I accepted it quickly. I left my house, leaving my old one.

My strategy to steal was to use stealth. I could appear, steal five apples, and disappear in just 10 seconds. The guards barely caught me. But one day they did.

I was taking a new approach to stealing: sit upon a awning and wait. It was obviously the wrong choice, because I was found in a matter of seconds with my body bended downward, grabbing something. "There she is!" one of them cried.

The first thought in my head was, "This approach is obviously out."

I jumped off the awning, stepping on the seller's head, and started running. "Get her!" one of them yelled.

I climbed into a building with a woman changing in it, and she screamed. "Sorry!" I said, tripping on one of her dresses and covering my eyes, falling out the window. I landed in sand (I was quite lucky) and kept running. Soon, I ended up at a dead end. I put my hands on it and moved them around. It must've been ten feet tall. I was surrounded.

No way out.

I was just accepting my meeting with Allah when I heard a voice say, "Hey! Get away from her!"

We all turned to see the body the voice belonged to. It was to a boy wearing beige pants and a purple vest with a monkey perched on his shoulder. I had seen him before. I just didn't know where.

"Why should we?" Razoul, the head guard, said.

"Because... she's my cousin!" the boy said, with the last two words spilling out fast.

"What?" everyone asked, including me.

"Yes. She is my cousin," the boy claimed, walking towards me. "And she knows better than to steal. Don't you?" he scolded in a mocking voice.

"Uh.. yes sir?" I said/asked. I was seriously confused.

"Why have I never seen her before?" Razoul asked.

"I don't get out much." I said. "You know, the sun and all..."

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll being going now." the boy said, grabbing my shoulders.

The second hand man to Razoul stopped us. "She was stealing. She needs to be taken away."

"You'll have to go through me, first." the boy said.

"Fine." Razoul said, and just when I thought he was going to back off, he stabbed the boy. Not hard, just enough to send him in a pain. The guards all laughed, but I took one of their swords and pointed it at them.

"Get away! I know how to use this." I said, pointing the sword correctly. The guards had had enough fun, so they left. I flung the sword aside and ran to the boy. "Are you okay? I know where to take you."

I helped him up and walked him to the only place I knew that could fix him up. Caliana.

When I arrived at her door, she looked at us with wide eyes, so I said, "Long story." She let us in.

"Can you sew him up or something?" I asked.

"Of course." Caliana answered, and took him.

It didn't take long to fix him up, so when Caliana was finished, she invited us to stay a little longer. "I don't have guests often."

I asked the question I had thought when he first came. "Why did you help me?"

He shrugs. "I can't stand guards or people messing with people like us."

"And by that you mean street rats?" I asked. He nods. "How did you know I was one?"

"I've seen you before. Or, I mean, caught glimpses of you. You're too fast for my eyes." he explained.

"I've actually seen you before." I bursted out. "You're one of the 'I don't care if they see me' ones."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean," I answered, almost automatically, "You make scenes. It's easier to be stealthy."

"And why is that?" he asked, obviously amused.

His amusement made me angry. "Because when you're stealthy you can't get caught. And how many times have you been caught?" I said.

He smirked. "I guess we're all different."

"But also being stealthy means you can't really have a home. You have to get in and out quickly. You can never settle down." I said.

"And you're fine with that?" he asked.

"I guess. But... it would be nice to have a home. Full of furniture and clean clothes..." I trailed off.

"Well, I can't promise clean clothes, but you could come live with me." the boy offered.

What? I barely knew this boy, and he was asking me to live in his house! But then again... who would ever offer this to me again? My prediction was no one.

"Before I accept, I need your name." I said.

"It's Aladdin." he said, stretching out his hand to mine to shake it.

I looked at the hand nervously, untrusting, before I put my hand into his.

"Hana. It's Hana."