I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I'm losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics...

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
That it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
Synching up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

-Relient K- Who I am Hates Who I've Been-

A/N: I know what you are thinking. Why am I updating twice in one day? Well, this chapter isn't actually about Jzet. It is about Jacqueline and her arrest, as a special request by one of my favorite reviewers. It might give you a better insight on the traitor from Blue Harbor and it will lead to other things in later chapters.

A/N If you have an idea about a title for the sequel to Land Across the Emerald Sea about Jzet's squire years, please leave it in the review.

Dedication: Juliette Because She thought of most of this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Page Jacqueline of Blue Harbor could sense something was deffinently amiss. The Page Wing at the palace was very quiet for a Sunday afternoon, a little too quiet. She expected to see a few Tortallan pages fooling around with their companions in the hallway, like they usually do on off days. But, when she stuck her head out the door, she found out she was wrong. The hallway was deserted. Not a page was in sight.

Jacqueline shrugged and sighed, collapsing into an arm chair near her hearth. A fire was roaring, supplying plenty of heat to the room that was usually chilled during the winter months. She sipped her cup of tea carefully, not wanting to spill the hot liquid on her lap, and began to thumb through some of the papers that rested on her lap. They were from her uncle, Nammir, a current resident of Carthak, and the Emperor Zulch's right hand man. It was strictly business news, as usual.

With another sigh, she put down the papers and suddenly felt a pang of loneliness run through her weary bones. This same pang had been present ever since her parents had perished in a tragic fire, when she was only a mere four year old. Now, under her uncle's custody, she hardly ever received a letter that expressed his care and love for her. All he was concerned about was the information she gathered, not her welfare.

Jacqueline could not deny her feelings of loneliness. She had no friends after all and no family, as far as she was concerned. Family would not use you for their dirty work. She thought bitterly.

Suddenly, Jzet of Queenscove's face flashed across her mind.

How she loathed that girl! That Queenscove chit was the reason why she was still in Tortall, after all. She was a spy for Carthak, for Mithros sake! She was the lowest of the low, the darkest and shadiest type of human beings known to man kind. She felt disgraced and knew her parents, if they saw her now, would feel the same way.

What am I doing here anyway? She pondered, gazing sullenly into the crackling flames of the hearth. I could have had a nice life on the streets, not tied up in these schemes and wars. Why did I ever try and go looking for Nammir? That had to the worst mistake of my life.

Abruptly, there was a soft tap on the shutters of her window. Jacqueline rose from her chair with a slight protest of her weary body and made her way towards the window. She expected it to be a message from the Shang Tiger. The two spies communicated through messenger pigeons and a pigeon, affectionately named Tweedle, arrived daily to her window sill to deliver a message from the Shang.

Jacqueline opened up the shutters and found the bird outside. She scooped him up with two hands and placed him on her desk. She inspected the bird, to find out that he carried no message. This is odd. Jacqueline thought, clearly puzzled. The Shang was supposed to eliminate the chit's magic teacher last night. I am surprised he did not send me a whole scroll with details about it for Mithros' sake!

Something was deffinently wrong. It was not like the Shang Tiger not to send his daily message.

She decided to make a visit to the Shang to see if he was well. Jacqueline slowly opened the door, the old wood creaked loudly. She had taken only two steps, before she was seized, forcefully, by two palace guards.

"You are under arrest for treason against Tortall." The burlier guard said.

"What are you talking about?" Jacqueline asked innocently. "I am a noble!"

"Don't act stupid, wench, this is the king's orders." The other guard snapped.

Now, a crowd of pages were drawing, to Jacqueline's embarrassment. They all had wide eyes and shocked expressions on their faces.

The fifteen year old girl knew her time was up. She had been caught by those Tortallan imbeciles. She had failed her mission and she knew her penalty: death.

Jacqueline knew her Uncle would not care about her future fate, but instead, he would be upset because she had failed. Failed at something she knew that could never be accomplished. All she had ever done was harmful to the welfare of others and their way of life. I have been treated like dirt all my life. She thought bitterly. And this is why I treat others like dirt. She sighed. I could have had a nice life, if Nammir didn't turn out a bad egg and influenced me in such a terrible way. I have brought doom upon myself. I wished I could have lived a normal life.

She knew a fight would be useless now, so many witnesses before her and those two guards beside her. But, her stubborn side took over.

She began to scream, for everything that had gone wrong, and started to flail in the guard's grip. Jacqueline knew she would get in trouble for this later, but she kicked the guard that stood behind her in his manhood.

The guard cried out and immediately doubled over in pain. Jacqueline saw this as a chance to escape, but the other guard grabbed her wrist and thrust her against the wall. He was in the process of tieing her wrists in cords, when a voice of a man boomed at the head of the hallway.

"What is the meaning of this?" He shouted, furious.

Jacqueline turned her head to see the training master, Lord Padarig haMinich, his face was a dark shade of purple and he look absolutely livid.

All the pages, out of fear, edged away from the fireball of a training master, their bodies now seemed glued to the wall.

"Why are you arresting this page?" He demanded.

"King's orders, my lord," the guard replied.

"On what terms?" Lord Padarig shot back.

"Treason,"

Jacqueline lifted her cold hazel eyes up from the floor and saw the look of disappointment become evident on the old man's face. Jacqueline wanted to hide her face in shame. Tortallan or not, the old man was a good person and an excellent warrior.

"Very well," He sighed. Jacqueline could see the lines from age and stress that chiseled his face.

"Thank you my lord," the burlier guard said with a bow. The other guard, who she had kicked in his manhood, was slowly rising up from the floor and gave a small bow to the training master.

Lord Padarig turned to the rest of the frightened pages. "Back in your rooms, now!"

Without another word, the sounds of small feet scurrying across the floor were heard and their doors slammed quickly.

This left Jacqueline alone with the two guards and her training master, she gulped.

"You truly disappointment me, Blue Harbor." said Lord Padarig with a shake of his head. He then turned on his heel and walked slowly away.

Great another person I disappointed, Jacqueline thought with a long sigh.

"You're coming with us, bitch." One guard, who still had a pained expression on his face from his earlier injury to his groin area, snapped. He pushed her roughly from behind, sending Jacqueline staggering forward.

He spat on her, bitterly. "You're going to the stocks."

Jacqueline shrugged. She figured this would happen.

"Very well, lead the way, you buffoon." Jacqueline replied with a cold tone of voice.

The guard ignored her comment and directed her out of the pages' wing.

As she walked away, a mysterious smile reached her lips. This might have been the end of her old life, but it was the beginning of a new one in a better place.

A/N: So, that is Jacqueline's arrest/pre arrest.

I hope you liked it.

And I certainly hope you review this chapter. I know it is a little off topic, but it is very important to future plot lines.

And P.S. if you have any ideas for a title for a sequel to Land Across the Emerald Sea please leave it in the review.

Thanks,

Caiti and Juliette