**Oookay…. Bad Cynthia…. You'll find out the TRUTH in this chapter….~CJ~ **
"What is GOING on here?" yelled Briar. Cynthia, who hadn't noticed that Briar had walked in, jumped off her chair. Briar ran to Daja, who was just waking up, and untied her. "What did you think you were doing??" yelled Briar again, twisting to Cynthia.
"Now, it's time for you to tell the truth."
Cynthia looked down. "Okay, I'll tell you." She looked out the window. "I was born in Hajra, Sotat, and when I was really, really little, I was left in an old house. I think my mother had forgotten me, or, had been killed." Tears were brimming in her eyes at the memory. " I took to the life of thievery really fast, and the Thief-King took me under his wing, a very rare thing for him to do.
"He helped me to become a really good pick-pocket, one of the best."
Just in the middle of her story, Tris and Sandry burst in. "Okay, you! Who are you and what have to done with Daja?" Cynthia, very surprised, jumped up again and pointed to Daja, staring wide-eyed at Cynthia.
"Oh Daja!!! We would've come sooner, but they wouldn't let us!!" said Sandry, and ran over to see her. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you later, now, just let her finish her story." Sandry and Tris turned to Cynthia.
"May I continue?" she said, politely.
"Yes."
"Alright. Like I was saying, I was a very good pickpocket, and when they finally gave me a name, I had learned a little more about where I came from. I learned that my mother had died, and hadn't just left me, and that I had a brother who was also a thief, since he was little, but he was caught for the third time before I could meet him. He never knew bout me, cause I was a bastard child, and his mother was a little ashamed. I think now he's in the mines or something. I've only one more life left." She said, holding up her hands, showing the tattoos of being caught twice.
"So what was your name then?" asked Sandry. ~:Don't you think this is quite an odd coincidence? Her mother died, same as Briar's, her brother was a thief, in Hajra, and was sent away…..~: the others just nodded, making Cynthia look at them weirdly.
"They named me to remember my brother, Roach. They named my Lady Roach."
Briar gaped. Tris gasped. Sandry shot up from her seat and yelped. "Y-you're Lady Roach?? Th-the man who attacked me, he called me that. H-he almost k-kill" Sandry sat back down, her eyes obviously remembering the look in his face as he chased her with the knife. Her hand flew to her arm, and cringed when she felt it stab pain up her arm.
Cynthia paled. "T-that man was after me?" she squeaked. "They know," she swallowed. "They know that I ran away. I knew the Thief-King wouldn't let me be." She looked at all their face. "You shouldn't be near me. I don't want to see any of you hurt."
"Like we'd just leave Briar's - " Tris stopped.
:~ Wait stop.~: Briar told her, :~ Don't none of you say it. I wanna to tell her, but not now. She might just be a spy. I'll explain later. ~:
Tris looked at her "I mean, we can't just leave someone Briar found alone with crazy people after her! We will help you. We're going to Sotat anyway."
A smile went through Cynthia's, or Lady Roach's, face. It seemed a little evil, but no one really noticed, or if they did, they never said anything.
"Well, then we'd better find a way to sneak you into the carriage," said Sandry, kindly.
**There, kinda short, but you learned somethin' now review and tell me what you think of that somethin' ~CJ~**
"What is GOING on here?" yelled Briar. Cynthia, who hadn't noticed that Briar had walked in, jumped off her chair. Briar ran to Daja, who was just waking up, and untied her. "What did you think you were doing??" yelled Briar again, twisting to Cynthia.
"Now, it's time for you to tell the truth."
Cynthia looked down. "Okay, I'll tell you." She looked out the window. "I was born in Hajra, Sotat, and when I was really, really little, I was left in an old house. I think my mother had forgotten me, or, had been killed." Tears were brimming in her eyes at the memory. " I took to the life of thievery really fast, and the Thief-King took me under his wing, a very rare thing for him to do.
"He helped me to become a really good pick-pocket, one of the best."
Just in the middle of her story, Tris and Sandry burst in. "Okay, you! Who are you and what have to done with Daja?" Cynthia, very surprised, jumped up again and pointed to Daja, staring wide-eyed at Cynthia.
"Oh Daja!!! We would've come sooner, but they wouldn't let us!!" said Sandry, and ran over to see her. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you later, now, just let her finish her story." Sandry and Tris turned to Cynthia.
"May I continue?" she said, politely.
"Yes."
"Alright. Like I was saying, I was a very good pickpocket, and when they finally gave me a name, I had learned a little more about where I came from. I learned that my mother had died, and hadn't just left me, and that I had a brother who was also a thief, since he was little, but he was caught for the third time before I could meet him. He never knew bout me, cause I was a bastard child, and his mother was a little ashamed. I think now he's in the mines or something. I've only one more life left." She said, holding up her hands, showing the tattoos of being caught twice.
"So what was your name then?" asked Sandry. ~:Don't you think this is quite an odd coincidence? Her mother died, same as Briar's, her brother was a thief, in Hajra, and was sent away…..~: the others just nodded, making Cynthia look at them weirdly.
"They named me to remember my brother, Roach. They named my Lady Roach."
Briar gaped. Tris gasped. Sandry shot up from her seat and yelped. "Y-you're Lady Roach?? Th-the man who attacked me, he called me that. H-he almost k-kill" Sandry sat back down, her eyes obviously remembering the look in his face as he chased her with the knife. Her hand flew to her arm, and cringed when she felt it stab pain up her arm.
Cynthia paled. "T-that man was after me?" she squeaked. "They know," she swallowed. "They know that I ran away. I knew the Thief-King wouldn't let me be." She looked at all their face. "You shouldn't be near me. I don't want to see any of you hurt."
"Like we'd just leave Briar's - " Tris stopped.
:~ Wait stop.~: Briar told her, :~ Don't none of you say it. I wanna to tell her, but not now. She might just be a spy. I'll explain later. ~:
Tris looked at her "I mean, we can't just leave someone Briar found alone with crazy people after her! We will help you. We're going to Sotat anyway."
A smile went through Cynthia's, or Lady Roach's, face. It seemed a little evil, but no one really noticed, or if they did, they never said anything.
"Well, then we'd better find a way to sneak you into the carriage," said Sandry, kindly.
**There, kinda short, but you learned somethin' now review and tell me what you think of that somethin' ~CJ~**
