I had this weird idea when I read Tricksters Choice and Queen. I particularly remember the part when T.P. said that she ran awkwardly instead of like someone who had the gait and stride of someone who was trained to do it. This is a story of how she told them her true person. Yea. So, I might or might not have taken ideas from somewhere. Seriously, I don't know. If I have, tell me. I'll write another chapter in acknowledgements. It starts sometime in the holiday between TC and TQ and at the end of the war in TQ. Kay? Enjoy. Oh, yea, I don't own anyone.

"Ulasim! Get down here! I need you to take care of Elsren while I go and do something for my force." Aly yelled.

"Yes Yes Duani." Ulasim tottered down to Aly. She stood there dressed in a typical raka costume. She looked pretty. "Duani, what do you want to do?"

"None of your business. I'm a spy, so do you really think I am going to tell you?" Aly snapped cheerfully.

"Ha-ha." Ulasim said with a wry smile. "Do you really think we don't wonder, at all, O daughter of merchants?"

"Ulasim, don't pry. Don't pry. I know 30 ways to kill you, ten with my feet and 19 with my hands and 1 with what you think a legend. (Nativewildmage? Is this yours?)(lets just say, that she nicked one off Daine. Kay?) So leave me alone."

"Okay Duani." Ulasim said innocently.

Aly rolled her eyes.

Later on, 3 days later…

"Hi Ulasim, Hi Chenaol, What happened?" Aly asked them, she saw their tense faces.

"Nothing bright eyes. We want to know where you are from."

Aly laughed. "I haven't surrendered to torture and anything. What makes you think I am going to surrender to you?"

"Because we have daggers." Chenaol said, drawing her dagger out.

Aly laughed even louder. She doubled over in hysteria. "Do you know how many daggers I have on me at all times, including sleep? I bet I have more than all of you put together."

"Try us."

"How many do you have?"

Chenaol answered, "3 and Ulasim had 4."

"That is nothing. I have uhm, 26, 27, and 28. Yes. 28. Even when I sleep." Chenaol's eyes bulged and Ulasim frowned.

"But do you know how to wield them properly?"

"Want to fight, two to one?"

Ulasim and Chenaol exchanged glances and said, "If we win, you tell us who you are. If you win, we'll not bother you."

"Fine by me."

They flung themselves at each other. Aly took out her dagger and flipped it around in her hand. The two of them attacked her at once and Aly punched Chenaol in the face, blacking her out. Ulasim came from behind her and tried to surprise her, but she lifted her hand and punched him from in front. The two of them looked dazed and Aly took advantage of it. She slammed their heads together and they fell unconscious.

That night, they woke up to Aly's grinning face. "I have been trained by the best. Drink this, and your headache will reduce." Both of them accepted the drink and made revolted faces as they gulped it down.

"I'm warning you Bright Eyes, I'll find out who you are if it is the last thing I do." Then, Aly had just grinned.

When Ulasim was dying, Aly saw him. As she told the others of his demise, she dragged him up and whispered something in is ear. "I am the whisper man's daughter. I ran away because the Lioness, my mother disallowed me from becoming a spy. Know that you have done a great thing."

Ulasim gasped and tried a grin. He winced. "Cooper, are you not?" Aly nodded. "Thank you. You are a hero." Aly kissed his cheeks and blessed him with a short prayer. "Look at our Queen! See how she can make us great!" he proclaimed, before he fell.

A little OOC, but I thought of it as I slept, so it might not make perfect sense, but, anyway, like it? Review!