Nina's POV

Everything was perfect.

Fabian and I were happy. Mara and Jerome were happy. Amber and Alfie were happy. Piper and Patricia were happy.

Everyone was happy.

After the wedding, everything was perfect. Fabian and I had spent out honeymoon (Is it bad that I don't know how to spell that?) happily, even though Amber planned it out.

I was ecstatically happy.

I had a daughter. And her name was Ivory Ysabelle and she was beautiful.

Ivory's POV (14 years later)

My name is Ivory Ysabelle Rutter. And I am the Night's Cloak.

I was trained by my mother. I was trained by the best of the best.

It is my job to continue the family business, as a Robin Hood of sorts.

My father taught me how to read. I was trained by the best of the best.

Whenever I'm not training to become the greatest thief in history, I read. I read stories of knights and ladies who don't really need saving. I read of magicians who charm dragons and people alike. I read to comfort my acts of wrong.

I have read the laws of Venice. I know them.

But if I don't break them, people will die.

This is my choice and my life. I choose to be free among prisoners. Free among the unrighteous. Free…

"IVY!" yelled a voice from the stairs to my room.

I lived in my father's mansion with my family. We were a happy family. I had a younger brother, but he was just a scholar, not a thief.

"COMING!" I yelled, jumping up from the desk in my small attic room.

I liked it that way. It was comfortable to be small.

I sprinted down the stairs to the landing, where my short brother was. As much as I take after my mother, he takes after my father. We are like exact replicas almost, except I have my father's eyes and my brother has my mother's eyes. "What?" I asked, leaning on the railing that always made him nervous.

"Get off of that! You'll fall to your death!"

"No I won't Oli," I said, shifting my weight away from the railing. "It's safe okay! Now what did you want?"

He frowned. He hated it when I called him Oli. His real name was Oliver Percy Rutter. He was eighteen months younger than me he like to remind everyone. Though we looked such the same age, it was amazing they didn't ask if we were twins.

"Don't call me that!" he muttered, crossing his arms.

"Look, if you didn't have anything to say, just let me leave," I said, mimicking his action.

"They want you downstairs," he said darkly. "They always want you and not me."

I sighed. "I didn't ask to be born first."

"But you were."

"Sorry Oliver!" I said, sprinting down the stairs two at a time. It was time to see what they wanted.

"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."

A/N: And that is where I'm going to leave you. If you want another sequel just say. But I don't think I'll start it until after the new year. Please leave a review! I'm giving you 24 hours! See ya after the new year! Merry/Happy Christmas/Hanukkah!

If I haven't made this clear yet, I don't own HOA.