A/N: Do do do . . . sequel. REMEMBER THAT S-E-Q-U-E-L! So that means you may want to read the one that comes before it!

Yes . . . I decided to post it. BUT! Once I realize that my writing is sucking or the story doesn't seem to be going anywhere I'll delete the story. Alright? Feel free to give me ideas in reviews if you think that'll keep me writing (if I were to use any of the ideas I would thank you in the story of course.) As of yet I know what I'm going to do with the story but the little things are the hardest to write. SO! With that done I want to remind everyone this will be a spin-off and from there the story will commence.

Disclaimer: This will be for the entire story, all of its chapters included, I will not write it for every chapter. I DO NOT own this, the world and many concepts belong to Tamora Pierce.

Chapter 1: Parents Will Worry

The woman paced. She was short in stature and thin, but anybody who knew her or knew of her was not so easily fooled. This small woman could intimidate almost any man, except her husband who in fact was in the room watching her as she paced.

He decided to add something, to at least break the silence. "Do we even know why they left?"

The woman stopped pacing and stood rigid for a while before slipping a piece of paper at him, "Except for that not we have no other idea."

The man took a deep breath. "Arra, come sit down. I'm sure even you will wear yourself out if you continue like this."

Arra shot him a look. She went by Arra for short but her full name was Semarra, or Queen Semarra I of Silver Crest. She owned long wavy hair that she usually kept tied back and bright crystal blue eyes. High cheekbones gave her an elegant look. Arra took a seat stiffly. She let her head fall into her hands and closed her eyes. Who would have thought having children would be so . . . infuriating?

A large hand rubbed her back warmly. "We could always send half of the army after them. As I recall, your father once did that."

Arra pulled away her hands from her face and glared at him. "Liam, this is no time to joke."

King Liam of Conte pulled his small wife closer to him and made her lean against him in hopes she would relax. Being married, one of them should have changed their name to the other's, usually the female to the male's, but their political marriage had asked that Liam not change the 'Conte' part of his name and Arra could not change hers due to what her subject would say. Personally, he would not have minded changing his name, it was after all only a name.

His hair was black and unlike the past Kings he had heard of he remained clean-shaven, though recently he had begun to think about growing some sort of facial hair. His eyes were hazel and always understanding.

"I was only half-joking." He said. "We can scry for them and when we find them we can bring them back here."

The both of them sat in silence for a while as if thinking it over but Arra spoke first.

"No."

Liam was startled by that. She went to so much trouble to worry and vent about their leaving only to turn down the plan to bring them back here. Liam cleared his throat. "You can't possibly mean that."

"I do." She said.

He frowned. "Arra, you'll have to explain. They are my children too, I want them back. Please tell me why that would not be a good idea."

She sighed. "Liam, how old are they? Sixteen? I was traveling on my own by that age."

"Arra, you were Shang-trained and perfectly able to defend yourself."

"We haven't left them defenseless!" Arra said.

Liam gave her a look. "Your situation and their's are completely different."

"Yes," Arra agreed. "I was alone, and there is three of them. Between the three of them they are capable, Liam. Capable of many, many things."

Liam took a deep breath, "I know." He waited a while. "Do you even want your children back?"

"Of course," She whispered. "Of course I do. But if we try to hold them back Liam we'll only loose them forever. Let them be free, if even for a little while." She paused. "Maybe the Shang in me passed down to them, maybe they are restless."

"Are you restless?"

Arra shrugged. "Don't worry Liam, we'll keep track of them. We'll scry for them every now and then. But if I catch you trying to send someone to bring them back I will be very unhappy with you."

Liam laughed. "I know, love. I know."

Just then their oldest son, Emereth, entered. He had very dark hair, like Arra, though not black, and hazel eyes. He gave them a look. "The triplets will be fine. They always are." He stated.

Liam and Arra sighed in unison. It might have been true but that didn't make it any easier to deal with.

A/N: And there you are! The first chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!

I know this story is starting out less interesting or intriguing than the last one but . . . hang in there!