Disclaimer: I do not own all of the characters in this story nor all of the settings. They belong to Tamora Pierce, although Nelyra and Kay are mine.
AuthorÕs Note: Kay rhymes with sky not fray.
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Prologue
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Cobwebs fell like a veil onto NelyraÕs hair, their residents crawling ver her grimy clothing. She carefully shifted her weight onto her injured leg and moved to the cheese shelf. The sour smell of the cloth covered lumps teasing her grumbling stomach. She reached for a piece of the food and hurriedly shoved it into her nearly invisible from wear cloak. A rat fled from its midnight snack as the cellar door squeaked open.
"Thief!" the man standing in the door exclaimed as Nelyra quickly limped to the other door, narrowly escaping the jaws of imprisonment.
Once outside, she cursed the man with every word she learned out in the streets. She strolled through the alleys as if she was in her own dwelling. And in a way they were more of a home than the tiny room she shared with her older brother, an older brother who was less of a family than her friends, The Rogue.
AuthorÕs Note: Kay rhymes with sky not fray.
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Prologue
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Cobwebs fell like a veil onto NelyraÕs hair, their residents crawling ver her grimy clothing. She carefully shifted her weight onto her injured leg and moved to the cheese shelf. The sour smell of the cloth covered lumps teasing her grumbling stomach. She reached for a piece of the food and hurriedly shoved it into her nearly invisible from wear cloak. A rat fled from its midnight snack as the cellar door squeaked open.
"Thief!" the man standing in the door exclaimed as Nelyra quickly limped to the other door, narrowly escaping the jaws of imprisonment.
Once outside, she cursed the man with every word she learned out in the streets. She strolled through the alleys as if she was in her own dwelling. And in a way they were more of a home than the tiny room she shared with her older brother, an older brother who was less of a family than her friends, The Rogue.