Hello guys, um, as I said on my other story I have written a lot over the past week but without internet I was unable to post anything on FanFiction so here is this chapter. I hope it makes sense and I realise that Aya might have been a bit rushed in her character last chapter but I think she's alright in this chapter. Um, sorry for any spellings or grammar and thank you for all your review for the last chapter.

Forgotten of God 4: Mirror Names.

Racing through the streets I pushed the argument to the back of my mind. It would do no good for me to wonder on things previously said- for when words are spoken they can never be taken back. Silvern, his breathing steady and arms swinging lightly as he ran beside me, still looked perplexed but he stayed with my course. Maybe I had been wrong to accuse him of lying.

His sword slapped against his back, making a light tapping thud, like rain, to background our breathing and padded footsteps. I could just see the silver blade, peaking over the top as it rose and fell with each step Silvern took. There was no sword like it, was there? I was sure I had seen it on the man, and the face- it had been like looking at a ghost- but I had only seen a flicker. Could I be wrong? When was the last time I had been fooled by myself, when I had been wrong last?

We rounded the corner and I slowed, Silvern- matching my range and pose- also halted. I breathed deeply, bending over and panting to get in small slips of air. I had not done such an intense run for years, but it had reduced my anger and made my head become clear and steady.

Silvern hardly looked tired, he looked around absently- taking in the houses. 'Alright Ani, you've taken me here. What now?'

I lifted myself up, taking that time to glare at him. 'Be silent. You're going to end up waking the whole street.'

He gulfed, putting a hand to his chest in mock offence, but remained quiet to which I was grateful. I motioned for him to follow me, perceptive to his every movement. I realised with a sudden jolt, I had only ever worked alone. What if this was too risky? What if my plan came to nothing?

We turned down an ally, me marking off the streets in my head almost unconsciously. Finally, when we reached the street with the house that I had been to this morning, I pulled the blue veil from my pocket and hurriedly wrapped it around my face. Silvern watch, true to his word, stood watching without muttering a thing. Finally finished with the scarf I pulled my tunic straight, pushed my shoulders back and teachered my expression to a haughty snarl before turning to the house and knocking on the door.

There was a seconds moment before the door opened, sending a large square of white light on the front steps. The servant looked up at me, his features schooled but his gaze wavered.

'What business do you require with the master?' he questioned.

Be brave, I told myself. Play the part.

I pushed passed the servant and into the large foyer. I gave the man a low glower and turned disinterestedly to the door and peered into the centre yard through long glass panels framed to fit inside the wide door. 'Tell your master Lady Aya is here to see him.' The servant shuffled away, through the panel doors and Silvern took that time to stalk over to me.

'What, in the blazing suns name, do you think you're doing? Do you have a death wish?' He looked constricted, and I turned away from him- it was my experiment. Would Tethous know Silvern? Were they really working together?

The servant man came back looking resigned. 'My lady,' he turned to look at Silvern, narrowing his eyes, 'sir, the master please asks you to come to his office. He will present himself in a while but for now he is very busy with a pressing matter.' I nodded and followed the man to the office upstairs.

The window was still open, the place I had been this morning, and the high wind made the candles flicker. Silvern, looking around-his eyes searching- finally came to rest on me. He stormed over, catching my arm in his right hand and pulling on it. 'What do you think you're doing?'

I glare defiantly up at him, not answering. Yanking my arm from his grip I moved over to the desk. It was a mountain of paper, some maps. Carefully, pushing through the pages, I searched for the account that had passed between the two men this morning. It was impossible of course, there were too many sheets of brown, yellow and white. Sighing, I moved to stand behind the desk, opening the draws and cupboards that were situated in the desk legs. There were more papers in there and peering more closely I saw that they were different. Huffing, I pulled out around ten of the scrolls and splayed them across the desk. Unrolling the corners I saw that they were maps.

Silvern walked to the table also, peering across the desk watching me. I worried at my lip. The map I had opened was a plot of the desert, it had the Wells of Khor-Abash to one side of the Red Hills and the Wells of Orr-Sann to the other. At the top, North-East, by the recorded compass, was Mararoc: the capital. By Khor-Abash there was a note of near-illegible handwriting and a number. I could not decipher the scrawl of writing but I could understand the number. It was a large number, no doubt a detailing of the number of Tualaghi at the Well.

Another map, this one with a broken seal, was a plot of dotted lines. There was one line splitting into two at the base of the Red Hills, of which both then curved around the mountain and reaching both East and West gates of Mararoc city. It was a battle plan, I realised, and slipped the map into my pocket. Placing the other maps back in the cupboard, I resumed my lofty expression and settled back in Tethous's chair, shoving my dust crusted boots onto of the papers and resting on the edge of the desk.

'You're crazy,' growled Silvern, none to quietly. I raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to sit down. He remained standing.

'Sit down,' I said again, making my voice low-toned and important. Silvern did, finally letting out a low hiss between his teeth, but the sound was cut short by the door swinging open and Tethous walking in. Silvern frozen in his seat but Tethous did not even take care to look at him, if you were not a Tualaghi you were not worth the time. He stormed over to his desk, leather knee-high boots pounding against the wooden floor boards.

He stopped before me. 'Well make yourself at home then,' Tethous said, his voice forebodingly low. I ignored the tone and did not answer. Finally he continued. 'What are you doing here, woman? We have not secured a meeting for some days, nor have we planned one. What is your game?'

I tilted my head up so that I could be even with his glaze. 'No game, I'm finding out information, as you told me.'

His glaze narrowed into a menacing glower. 'And finding information, of course, means that you should break into my office?'

I pulled my boots off the table, nocking pages to the floor but neither of us looked. 'I did not break into your office remember. I knocked on your front door and your servant took me,' I looked across the desk at Silvern, 'and my friend here. Convenient, I would say.'

Tethous, for the first time, transfixed his gaze to Silvern. He hissed low. 'I did not know. Woman, how did you come to know this common Arrid?'

I stood from his chair and moved around to the window and leaned against the sill, discerning that my neck was hot and my back was sweaty. 'I need my sources, Tethous.'

Tethous turned back to Silvern, his gaze unfriendly. 'Earlier, downstairs, I told you to leave. Why did you not leave?'

For a moment I thought that Silvern would not answer. His dark eyes met mine across the room and then he spoke, 'I did leave, but then Lady Aya caught up with me and I returned here with her.'

'Well, Uriyah, you are now dismissed. Leave.' Silvern turned and without catching my eyes again, left the room.

Tethous moved across the room to where I had been previously and sat down at desk. He stared at me. 'What information has this mission concluded then?'

I kept a sober expression. 'Not much. You have a force of three-thousand at the Khor-Abash Wells and you plan to siege Mararoc. What I'm wondering is why you did not inform me of this. I would join the force, you know that.'

His gaze became blank, without feeling. 'I trust my instincts and so far you are unpredictable. Yes, you would be a valued resource- a money lender and a keeper and dealer with secrets- but I do not have complete confidence with you yet. Maybe, once you have proven your worth, you may join.'

I nodded as if I conceived his train of thought. 'My loyalties lie with the Tualaghi,' I said forcefully.

He pushed his hands to the table, hunching over the desk like a looming dark monster. 'Prove it then.'

Outside the house I breathed in the fresh air, pulling the scarf from around my face. Silvern was nowhere in sight but that did not mean he was not close. I turned on my heel and stalked back down the road we had come up.

I was still muddling through the facts I had gathered by the time I reached the end of the road. Tethous had known Silvern but by a different name: Uriyah. It was strange, not the fact that Tethous knew a different identity- undercover people did that all the time, I just chose not to, but because as soon as the other name had been said, Silvern had sprang from tense to calm. I sighed, scuffing my feet into the dirt. It was all too confusing.

I jerked my head upwards at the sound of people, it would do no good to be seen out at night. Pushing forward, making my strides longer and more pronounced to gain speed without running, I progressed down the street staying closer to the houses. The noises grew louder and as I turned again I saw a street fight. Two men were rolling around in the dirt, towns-people huddling in doorways, leaning from windows and those confidant enough were shouting them on.

I carried on, keeping my face down, and tried to scoot around the brawl but it came to no arrival. One of the men hulled the other to his feet, balling the man's shirt in fist and slammed him into the house, and me in front of it.

I winced, my lungs burning as the man was pushed against me. The man holding the other looked over his shoulder and I saw through a bundle of dark hair Silvern. He realised the other man at once who plummeted to the floor like a bag of bones. He rushed over, words of concern already forming on his lips as he grasped my arm, but they were cut short as he was pulled away, dragging me with him.

We tumbled together and splayed across the ground. Silvern put one arm across my torso protectively and the other on the chest of the other man. 'Stop,' he hissed, almost too quiet that I didn't hear over the ringing in my ears. 'You'll hurt her.'

The other man continued anyway, throwing punches at Silvern's tanned face. He pushed me away with a solid grunt and caught the man's wrists with his own. He pulled the man up again and the kicked at each other and till Silvern stumbled backwards and landed in a water toff. He came back up dripping and glaring.

I stood, taking my knife from my belt I brandished at the man knowingly. He laughed and moved forward anyway. 'Put the knife away, little girl.' He said, his voice strangely familiar. I lunged at him but he jumped backwards. Swinging, twisting and ducking we fought together. He was tall, like Silvern but instead of having a tick torso he was lean, made for running, like me.

Suddenly the knife was knocked from my hand. I turned and saw the cities watch standing in a small group of ten. Two were already pulling Silvern from the water toff and the others were standing to barrier the man and me. I cursed under my breath. I was going to kill Silvern.-

I woke to hazy light shifting from my right and left eye. It smelled, I realised. Of puke and urine. I huddled into myself, content in the dark and without the smell. I hand shook me, none to gently.

'Come on Ani. Wake up.' I opened my eyes slowly, lifting my head up so that I could see Silvern's face clearly. He had a twisted noise, I could see, and was crusted with black blood and mire still leaked in a slow river down his chin, mixed with snot.

I laughed slowly, the sound making my head thump. 'Your face looks funny.' I said, reaching out. Silvern stilling back on his hind legs smiled.

'You don't look any better. I could swear you have poo in your hair, and you smell.' I glare at his grinning face.

'She smells a lot better than you,' said another voice and I peered over my knees to see the speaker. He was standing up in the corner, his arms folded across his long chest. His white shirt was worn, and ripped. The man's face looked just as bad as Silvern's, a nasty purple-yellow bruise closing his right eye and his lip split in several areas.

'Where are we?' I asked, turning back to face Silvern. 'Who's he? Why am I here? Why do I have poo in my hair? Why were you two fighting-?'

Silvern put his hands up to halt the flow of questions. 'One at a time, Ani.'

The man in the back of the room pushed forward from the corner and came to stand next to Silvern still crouching. 'We are in the Watch dungeons. You are here because you're a knife-wielding-maniac. The poo is in your hair because I think you've been sleeping on it, which, of course my brother thought was really humorous. We were fighting because, well, I not completely sure but he attacked me…' his voice tittered off as I stared. 'What? Did I say something wrong?' he aimed the last question at Silvern who shrugged.

'Your brothers?' I asked, unsteady.

Silvern nodded. 'Twins actually.'

I narrowed my eyes, looking at them both. Silvern had tanned skin, short dark brown hair- bleached from sun- and black eyes. He was tall with a thick torso and hard pact muscles in his skin from weapon-combat and warfare. His brother, in comparison, was tall and lean. Dark black hair was just over chin length and was swept in a tail at the back of his head. As I looked closely I saw that his eyes were a dark sapphire. But when I looked at them both, despite their obvious differences, they were similar.

I asked hesitantly, not sure if I was walking into uncertain territory. 'Are you Uriyah?'

'It's my cover name,' he said, and I realised why I had found his voice familiar. It was deep, but when Silvern's had been playful, his was serous.

'And you're a spy?' I queried.

I looked as if he wasn't going to answer but then relented. 'If that's what you're going to call it then yes.'

I nodded, contented, but then asked: 'What's your real name?'

He replied, turning to go and sit back in his corner. 'Cerulean.'

Okay, so there we have it. Twins. I'm sorry if you didn't like it but I really wanted to try and have like a TRANGLE OF *WINK WINK* FRIENDS!

Anyway please review!