A/N: Here it is. The tri-part of the trilogy. I dunno if this is going to be the last. If it isn't I will just continue Ivory's story. Anyway. Here it is. The next part of the story.

I –am getting attacked by my cat-don't own HOA.

Please read The Waterways and The Vines before reading this. Everything will make more sense.

"Ivory Ysabelle!" cried Aunt Amber as soon as I entered the small living room. "How many times have I told you not to run down stairs!"

"About a billion," I muttered. "What is it?" I asked more clearly.

"We've got a job for you," said Joy from the mapping table in the corner. "And it isn't going to be easy."

Ivory's POV

"What is it?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"We need twice as much income this year," answered Joy.

"And we can't get anymore without drawing attention to us on the streets," said Amber. "And anyways, I'm getting too old for this."

"You're nearly 30!" I said.

"I am 30," she said, sending me a death glare. "Piper an Patricia are too old too."

"They're only 21, though!" I cried.

"Too old to beg for spare change. People just glare and move away," muttered Piper, who was sitting on the couch next to her twin. "We aren't cute and people don't feel sorry for us anymore. It's only small children and old people they feel sorry for," she muttered darkly. Patricia hit her on the shoulder, telling her to be quiet.

"Well that's rubbish," I muttered, crossing my arms.

"We need more money. We're already just barely scraping by," said Joy, looking over an accountant book that was worn to the threads. "Even with you, Oli, Cassie, Em, Ivan, Pete, and Jacks, we don't have enough to cover all of us and the poor."

My adopted cousins (that's what we called them just because it was easier than anything else. We technically weren't related, but since the adults had taken my mother in when she had come over from America, we were considered cousins by some people. We aren't.) were the children of Joy and Mick, or Jerome and Mara.

Cassie, or Cassiopeia Annaka Clarke, takes after her mother, Mara. She basically helps Joy and Mara with the money and can often be found reprimanding her identical twin sister Emiline Agatha Clarke. Emma is the exactly opposite of Cassie. Emma is more like Jerome. She helps me gather the goods, as we joke.

Though it's nothing to joke about.

Their eleven year old brother, Ivan Isocrates Clarke, is a wanna-be. When he went to school for a total of one day, he was mocked because of his name. My mother told her not to call him Isocrates, but she insisted that it was a wonderful name. I looked it up a few years ago to find that Isocrates was a rhetorician. I still have to ask Oli about what that means. I don't have time to look it up. Ivan mostly helps out on the streets by pick-pocketing the richest square.

Pete, or Peter Henry Campbell, is ten-year-old the son of Mick and Joy. He takes after his father, and mostly delivers the money that we can spare to give away. He also is quite good at lock-smithing, and can often be found in the basement, locking doors and breaking into them. Annoying, but useful.

Jackie Allison Campbell is the youngest, and cutest, of the group. She is only six years old, and makes her living by begging. She brings in a fair amount, but not enough to get us around.

"What about Dad's estate?" I asked.

"Honey, we…" my mother began. "We can't spend that on something so little as a…" she trailed off. I'd caught her.

"It's not just my estate Ivy, it's all my siblings too," my father said.

"Ask them if they'd be willing to give up some towards charity."

"Ivory Ysabelle! That is enough!" cried my mother.

"What do you want me for then?" I muttered darkly.

My mother shook her head and sat down next to my father.

"You've got to steal…from the Duke," said Joy.

Amber's POV (Ivy is Ivory)

"What?" asked Ivy, who had frozen in the middle of the room.

"The Duke," answered Mara.

Ivy blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm sure Amelia and Amanda are still there," I said, putting an arm around her.

"They are. I still sometimes write to them," muttered Nina, running her hands through her hair.

"So I have to ask these two ladies, who I don't even know, for some money?" asked Ivy.

"Yes," answered Fabian.

"No," answered Nina.

"What?" asked Jerome.

Fabian looked at Nina. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"She looks exactly like me, haven't you all noticed that?" she asked.

"Well of course I have dear!" Fabian cried in defense.

"Amelia and Amanda know my 16 year old self, the one that happens to look exactly like Ivy," Nina explained. "It will be like the Night's Cloak never ages."

"What did you tell them?" asked Fabian.

"What I told you at the beginning, then they made me tell them. I told them I was Nina Martin and that I came from America. I also told them why I needed the money," answered Nina.

"Well that's lucky," I muttered.

"No what's lucky is that Ivy looks like me," muttered Nina.

"So it's settled?" asked Mara.

We all nodded.

Poor Ivy.

Ivory's POV

"Come on, Ivy, let's go get you suited up," sighed my mother, standing up.

"But can't I just wear what I normally do?" I asked, following her up the tower that we lived in. (A/N: Imagine the Weasley's home from Harry Potter, that's kind of what they live in. They also have a home in the mansion, but Fabian's siblings took that over. There wasn't space, so they offered to move out.)

"Because honey, it's not what I wore," Mother answered, climbing up the stairs.

"So?" I asked.

"Could you unlock your door?" she asked, gesturing towards my door. "Because between the two of them they have very good memories."

"It's unlocked," I said, opening the door to my room. "Why would your things be in here?"

"It's away from the sun, like you," she smiled, walking over to the farthest corner from the window that was set in the wooden wall. "Now if I can remember the pattern…" She pulled on one of the bricks. "Ah, that's it." She pushed the wall out of the way. "I've always been amazed at how easy it is to move this wall. Come on," she said, holding out her hand for me to take.

I smiled slightly, taking the hand. She lead me up a few stairs to a dark, dusty room.

"A little dustier than I remember," she muttered, pulling a box of matches out of her pocket and lighting a candle that stood by the door. She walked over to a large wooden chest on the closest wall. "I put this away when I had you. I figured that I couldn't leave you alone," she smiled, pressing her fingers against the lock. She winced as the lock clicked and swung open. "There. Do you want to open it?" she asked, stepping away.

I heaved the large wooden top up from the body of the chest. Inside was a large canvas bag tied off with a piece of rope, a black leather bag, a pair of black trousers, a black cloth shirt, tall black leather boots, a black hat, a belt, and a sword.

My jaw dropped. "You were the Night's Cloak," I cried, throwing my arms around her as she set down the candle.

"Yes!" she laughed. "I've told you before!"

I grinned, pulling out the pants. "Do you think these would fit me?" I asked, holding them up to my legs.

She tilted her head to the side, "I think so. Maybe a few alterations. Nothing Trudy couldn't fix." She smiled, then her smiled dropped. "I mean Amber couldn't fix."

"Who's Trudy?" I asked, putting the pants over my arm and grabbing the shirt.

"Oh, just a lady," she muttered.

I frowned. "Come on mom," I said, putting my free hand on my hip.

"Fine. She was the one that helped me when I first got here. She took all of us in." She sighed.

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"Nothing," Mother muttered, pulling out the boots and black bag. "Best leave that in here," she gestured to the canvas bag. "Ah this thing," she pulled the sword out. "Did you know that I almost killed your father with this?" she smiled. I laughed, taking it carefully. She reached into the chest one last time, pulling out the hat. "I remember this thing," she smiled, putting onto my head. "There, you look almost like me. Now let's get you dressed."

A/N: Do not get used to this length. Okay, I know I said I would be putting this out there in January, but I decided that, well, you guys deserved a Christmas present. The next chapter will most likely be posted this Saturday or next week sometime. Merry Early Christmas!