A/N: Thank you, everyone for the nice reviews! No.. you won't find out about Fleetfoot just yet… evil laugh ; )

While Fleetfoot was being dragged through hallways, Bluejay sat watching the sunset. The camp was finally healthy for the most part and ready to move the next night, but the Prince had made a deal with Bluejay.

"You can go on ahead of us, but when you get there, don't do anything stupid! All you can do is check on that boy you're so worried about. Don't let him know you're there either… he'll give it away. We'll only start the plan when everyone is safe at Badger's Earth."

Bluejay had agreed to this reluctantly. He could easily make his way into the castle unseen and check on Fleetfoot. But he was afraid of what he would find. The little time they had spent together though, had been enough. The boy amused him and made him smile to no extent. He could see the potential in him too. The way he moved and carried himself just reeked of a swordsman's posture.

So there he sat rest for the first time that day. He had strode without since sun-up. At this pace, he'd be there in 2 days. He contented himself to a memory…

FLASHBACK

"Dear! Come in for your dinner!"

A mother called out to her son who came running up from the crowd of boys around him. He was tall for his age and his brown hair was short and bristly. The 8 year-old smiled widely at his mother and said, "I won money!"

He held out a silver coin. His mother gasped, "Where did you get this?"

"I won a fight!" The boy proudly stepped inside the hovel of a house and continued, "Those boys out there were betting that I couldn't beat up the biggest one. So of course I said, 'Yeah well, we'll see about that!' Then I just walked up the guy and kicked him in the you-know-where… Anyways, now we can buy food for you!"

"Give this money back, NOW! How could you do this? Gambling at your age? What would your father have thought?"

"But Ma--"

"GO!"

The boy's eyes welled up with tears as he trudged out to hand the silver coins to a boy on the floor who was crying quite hysterically for being around 10. The tiny Bluejay went back inside to eat a dinner of stale bread. That was the night his mother started coughing…

A/N: The flashbacks for Bluejay will be sad… but they'll only come once in a while. Keep reading!