A/N: I had to go back and make some changes on all of my chapters, because I screwed up, that's why I did not update last week. I shall be posting another short chapter soon. I also would like to mention that Kiela, Brence, Trant, and Stevan are all really close and love to give each other a hard time, but they never take it personally.

Lulai: thanks for telling me about the errors, I had no idea. I was originally going to have Alina really snotty but I have to retype that chapter so who knows if she will stay the same.

Kiela's home

It was only noon when I arrived at the crumbling tan clay house the boys and I had fixed up and now lived in. We did a good job of fixing it up, the roof hardly leaked, the windows were patched up to prevent the wind from coming in, and we had doors that worked. I had my own room, being the only girl living with three guys, and Brence had his own room to, but that was because he was too quiet for Stevan and Trant who were always yelling or talking. The four of us had grown up during our adolescent years together, and we all got along remarkably well.

"OI! Kiela, how long are ya gonna stand there!" called Stevan from the door way, taking me by surprise. I looked at Stevan who was standing in the doorway, his muscular body posed in his usual air of ease and good humor. His jet Black hair was only at a stubble length on his head so that no one could grab his hair in a fight, which he got into quite often. His fights were due to the fact that he has a sharp tongue, and a love of picking pockets, which gets him into trouble on a regular basis. His Light brown eyes flashing whatever emotion he was feeling, clashed with his pale skin which never seemed to get tan, only red.

"Nice duel today at Zard's," he snorted at me, obviously disappointed in my short duel.

"Let's see you duel him, I doubt you could do any better!" I shot back at him.

"Well excuse me! Thanks for reminding me that I'm not nearly as good as you are," he replied mockingly. He smile playfully, "but it is your job to put us guys back in our places isn't it?"

I laughed, "Why else would I still be living with you three guys still?"

"It's a good thing your around, Stevan always needs to shown were his place is," said Trant coming out of the house, pushing Stevan out of the doorway so he could get through.

Trant has blonde hair, with blue eyes that make him look rather little boyish. His features made him look like he could fit in anywhere, which came in handy. I guess you could say he does a lot of behind the scenes work. That's probably the reason that he always seemed to know everyone and everything, a talent of his which can be a little unsettling sometimes. But his ability to keep a cool head along with a knack of smooth talking always managed to get everyone, especially Stevan, out of the deepest of troubles.

"Well lets all gang up on Stevan today shall we?" Declared Stevan, pretending to be hurt.

"Speaking of today, Stevan told me he won some silvers off another innocent, unknowing victim, so I guess we need'nt to go steal anything today," announced Trant changing the subject.

"How did you know?" I asked, surprised as always that he seemed to find out things so quickly.

"I know everything, haven't you figured that out yet?" Trant asked with a smirk.

"What he fails to mention is that I just told him a few minutes ago" Stevan said dryly.

"By the way Stevan, I believe you won those silvers because of me, I deserve half, it is only fair." I said, realizing that he should probably give me half.

Stevan choosed to ignore this comment, but Trant didn't. "Stevan deserves to keep 'em, from what I hear it was the shortest duel you have ever fought. Why did you end the duel so quickly? I hope ya haven't gone soft on me."

"Why Trant," Stevan began with what he thought looked like a shocked face, "I thought you knew everything!"

Trant opened his mouth probably to threaten Stevan, but was cut off by Brence who came running up to the house.

Gasping for air he beckoned to Trant frantically. Stevan and I exchanged looks realizing that it was most likely confidential, so we probably weren't going to be told what it was and not bothering to find out if it was a secret or not, we both headed inside.

That night there was a great storm blowing in from sea. Living close to the sea, we had a cold night with the harsh wind and spurts of rain that managed to leak into the house.

In the morning after Zard's, we surveyed the house for any damage caused by the storm. Luckily the house suffered no worse than a few pieces of fallen wood that at one point had been used to board up the windows.

All four of us sat on the steps of the house, pondering on how to patch up the windows. We did not have money to spend on wood, and so we were trying to figure out how to get some wood without buying it or stealing, if that was entirely possible.

"I got it! I have a brilliant idea!" Cried Stevan leaping up onto his feet.

Trant snorted, "That's a first."

Stevan ignored him and continued on, "Well since the storm came from the sea, I bet there was some sort of ship wreck, there always is after a storm like that!"

"Stevan, I'm not following" I confessed.

"Well if you would let me speak you will understand!" Stevan gave us a glare to silence us and than once again continued. "If there was a ship wreck than there must be debris that has washed up on shore from it. In other words wood! We can use the wood washed up from any ship wrecks that might have occurred during the storm last night to patch up our windows! It's free wood that is already cut up into boards!"

"Ok I'm impressed," Admitted Trant. "You guys can go find drift wood, mean while I shall go into town to fetch hammers and nails. I also have some business to attend to while I am in town; Brence would you like to join me?"

Brence shook his head, "I don't trust Stevan and Kie together, they need someone to watch them, or else they get into trouble."

I laughed and pretended to be offended, putting my nose up in the air like a noble would.

"You have a good point. I shall go into town while you three will hopefully find drift wood to patch up the house. See you in a while." With that Trant turned and walked off, heading toward town.

Brence, Stevan, and I got up and started walking toward the sea shore.

Stevan was getting very excited, "Maybe we will find gold or see pirates or find a treasure map!"

"Or maybe we will find some wood!" I exclaimed, with mock enthusiasm.

"Well, you never know what you are going to find from a ship wreck," Replied Stevan, and a very cheerful mood.

Brence and I agreed with Stevan, and boy did we not know how right he was about that.