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Trinkets and Curses
Recap of last time:

"Uncle Ardeth? Why do I get the feeling that your guardian… this Ardeth isn't your Uncle?" Rissa smirked mischievously at Alex.

"He's not really, but he's like a brother to my father…" Alex sighed.

"Don't worry so much Alex, I'm sure your friend Ardeth will be here in a few days," Rissa comforted the boy.

"He always keeps his promises," Alex smiled. "Thanks for cheering me up Rissa, you're a real friend!"

Chapter 4

"Is that the door?" Rissa asked Alex nervously.

"Yeah! Maybe Ardeth caught a fast ride!" Alex grinned cheerfully up at Rissa who was now in the kitchen and had grabbed a frying pan. She nodded to Alex to open the door a crack.

"Alex?" Ardeth frowned as the door only opened slightly.

"ARDETH!" Alex threw open the door and slammed Ardeth into a hug. Rissa still held the frying pan, but she was glad it was someone that Alex knew. She picked up her feet and hurried back to thee kitchen, but not before Ardeth caught sight of both the girl and the frying pan.

"Alex, who was that girl carrying that pot?"

"Oh! That's Rissa! Her brother came and tried to hurt us but Rissa saved us and then a constable came and locked her brother up! She was actually very happy about it. Said he was a criminal or something," Alex shrugged.

"Why was she carrying a pot?" Ardeth asked confused.

"To make sure you weren't my father, uncle, aunt, or brother. If you had been, you'd have been hit on the head with a frying pan," Rissa stated calmly as she came out of the kitchen. "Larissa Winters, but I prefer Rissa. I take it from Alex's strange actions that you are his friend he has been waiting for. I'd best be on my way," Rissa smiled at Alex who was pouting.

"Awe, Rissa don't go!"

"Squirt, you're friend will be better able to protect you than me. Plus, I have the feeling my brother is out and about. He always was a bastard. It was nice meeting you Ardeth, and Alex, it's been swell, but I think I've ticked my brother off one too many times. I believe it is time for me to go see if I can become an ally with my brothers nemesis."

"Rissa! Please don't go!"

"Alex… He's going to come after me, if I stayed you wouldn't be safe. Especially not with him being trained as a master thief and me only being trained up to apprentice," Rissa sighed. "Look, as much as I like you, I hate my brother and family more. I think it's about time that his nemesis and I worked together and took him down for all the dastardly deeds he has committed. Not to mention stick him back in the pen."

"Rissa," Ardeth frowned. "Did you save my young friend?"

"No, that was the constable I told him to call. I knew my father might be trying to get back at me and kill both of us, but I did not expect him to call my brother in. I don't know exactly what is going on in my family, but something about you, Alex, intrigued them to the point that they want you dead and me along with you. My family is certifiably insane, if I lead them on a merry chase, who's to say they will ever come for you?"

"Rissa," Ardeth frowned as he was being ignored. Rissa turned and faced the large Arab, "You are safer with us."

"Yeah Rissa, Ardeth is a warrior! He can use swords, scimitars, and a bunch of other cool weapons!"

"I… Urgh! Fine, but I'm still leaving for a bit, to talk to a man on Bakers Street!" Rissa huffed in annoyance and stormed out the door. Not really given much of a choice, Ardeth and Alex followed her.

"Do you know who this person that she will be seeing?" Ardeth asked his young charge.

"Nope, but she did say it was about her brother and family… I think," Alex frowned.

"If you two are coming you might as well make it more obvious and actually walk next to me," Rissa huffed. "Honestly, males!"

"I do not think that she is very happy with us right now," Ardeth blinked in confusion.

"She's nice, Ardeth! She talks to me like I'm her age and she… well, she knows something we don't," Alex frowned thoughtfully.

"It's more like I feel things a bit more than most people," Rissa sighed as they were two blocks from Bakers Street. "My great great great grandmother was… out of the ordinary. Some labeled her a goddess, and some called her a witch. She was burned at the stake for seeing evil and death in a lord's aura."

"She was a seer?" Ardeth questioned.

"In a way, but I said she read auras. It happens in the family every four generations. A child of power is born into the line of the Scorpion."

"The Scorpion?" Ardeth pinned her with his gaze.

"That was my mother's maiden name. The Scorpion line can be dated back as far as well… I've seen records that go back to Ancient Egypt, before Seti the First," Rissa sighed. "Mother showed them to me, and then before she died, she gave them to me."

"You can read Ancient Egyptian?" Alex asked curiously.

"Some."

"Have you ever heard of the Scorpion King?" Ardeth asked.

"My grandmother said he was supposedly the one who started our line, him and his Sorceress. She told me their love tale as if it would be of grave importance, one day…"

"That is no tale you speak of child. Very few know of this, but the Medjai have been around far longer than most," Ardeth frowned his dark eyes gazing at the small girl before him.

"Huh, interesting to know; we've arrived," Rissa knocked on the door and who answered it but a plump jolly fellow. "We've come to see Mr. Holmes. I believe he will be very interested in what I have to say…"

"Ah! My dear Doctor Watson! Who is at the door?"

"Greetings Mr. Holmes, would you like to guess our purpose for being here?" Rissa winked at Alex, knowingly.

"I dare say that you are a tavern maid that works in the southern area of London. And that boy is from an upstanding family very into archeology. And this fine man all dressed in black is an Egyptian from the deserts."

"Very astute Mr. Holmes, but you forgot a few things," Rissa grinned, slightly pleased. "One, I'm not a tavern maid by birth, two, I'm no ordinary maiden. You were right about my two acquaintances, but I believe that you've met my brother."

"Your brother, miss?" Doctor Watson rubbed his glasses.

"Half-brother, really," Rissa sighed. "James Moriarty."

"Moriarty!" Holmes was quick on his feet, but Ardeth was quicker. Before Holmes could reach Rissa, Ardeth had blocked the way.

"Ardeth, could you go back to guarding Alex? I'm fine. It's safer here than it is on the streets! I mean, this is my brother's nemesis and my brother despises me. Especially since I foiled his plan last night," Rissa rolled her eyes at Ardeth's back, whom still refused to budge. "Bloody men!" Rissa growled and stepped around Ardeth and towards Mr. Holmes before Ardeth could stop her. "My brother is in town. He was at the O'Connell's home about ten blocks from here. They are archeologists and the boy is their son. I don't know what my brother is up to, but he'll be back at that house tonight. He did not get want he came for, and got stuck in the paddy wagon. Unfortunately, I know that he's escaped from them, yet again. Mr. Holmes, I want you to stop my brother. He is an evil, cruel, contemptuous bastard that should not have been birthed."

"I thank you… Lady….?"

"Larissa Winters, but you can call me Rissa."

"Then I thank you, Ms. Winters. Come Watson! The game is afoot!" Holmes shot out the door followed by Doctor Watson. The three people left in the entry hall were slightly dazed, at the speed with which Holmes had left to find Moriarty.

"Well, I think it'd be best if I get those scrolls now," Rissa grinned and she pulled them out of…