Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Tamora Pierce The only thing I own is a stuffed penguin named Waddles, and he was a Christmas gift.

A/N: I will be trying to post every weekend. That is the only time I have access to a computer without a babysitter program which blocks this site. That is the hope. If I miss a weekend I will try for two postings on the next one.

Thank you to my beta, pretty how town's, for correcting this chapter, with its many mistakes.

Chapter 5

Sandry reined up her horse and looked at the port city in front of them. Ninver loomed ahead. Sandry, Briar, Daja and the guards looked at Tris, who was reading a book again. She seemed to know that her siblings would not pester her if he read. They had learned better. So she had been reading her book almost constantly unless she was driving the wagon.

"Tris…?" Briar risked Tris' angry at being interupted.

"Not today. I can't do this right now. We should find an inn, rest, and stable the horses. Tomorrow afternoon we will go by the house."

"Sounds good, Coppercurls."

After finding a suitable inn Sandry released the guards from their duty. They had rooms at the inn, but did not have to guard the foster siblings for a few days. Sandry would have to make her presence in Ninver known to any nobility in the area, but she would try to keep those visits to a minimum. This trip was not about her, it was about Tris. The guards wouldn't be needed until those noble visits. The foster siblings met for dinner, but starting talking before they ordered. Sandry, Briar and Daja wanted some background on the Chandler family. They wanted to know who they were dealing with.

"Before we get to in-depth about my parents we should go upstairs. We should order and have the food brought up to the rooms." TRis really didn't want to have ths conversation,but knew that she had to.

"Tris we aren't trying to upset you but…" Sandry started.

"We need to know some things before we go to your parents house." Daja knw that without forwarning things could go ver badly tomorrow.

"We should talk upstairs. This is a touchy subject for me. I know that you need to know but I'm not sure I can maintain my control. In the rooms at least no one can see me lose control."

The siblings looked at one another and agreed. Briar went to the kitchen to give their orders and ask for their meals to be brought to Sandry's room. When he returns the girls were upstairs, sitting at the table.

"The first time I lost control of my magic I was four years old. My father was yelling at me and a fierce wind storm came out of nowhere. A sign almost hit my father in the head. Two weeks later I was being picked on by a neighbour's kid. It started to rain, then to hail. Within the month my parents had shipped me off to a distant relative who I had never met."

Tris stopped and looked away. Sandry looked out the window. She wondered where Tris' parents were right now. Daja was staring at her knife, the blade was started to turn red. And Briar was also looking at his knife but he seemed to be contemplating putting it through the table.

"The longest I stayed in one place after that was a year, with a particularly mean aunt who only kept me out of 'family duty'. She hated me. Then finally no one was willing to take me and I was sent to Stone Circle Temple. My parents told the Head of the Temple that they never wanted to see me again. I was there for three months, then they wanted to get rid of me. Niko was there. He looked at me and said that he would change his plans and take me to Winding Circle."

Tris stopped talking and took a drink. She had never told anyone all of that. While the three people sitting with her would know much more than most she had still kept her past to herself. She knew that tomorrow would never happen unless they were beside her and she didn't want them blindsided tomorrow if things got nasty with her parents. She looked at them and continued.
"My father, his name is Valden, he is a cold man, not violent but not the type of father you hug when he comes home. My mother's name is Darra and she is as not the warmest person either, and she never smiles. Both have cold eyes. My sister on the other hand was six the last time I saw her. She will now be sixteen. Briar you are not to flirt with her, Katia is not some girl you can bring to your bed and never see again. If my father finds out you touched her you will marry her or he'll kill you. Katia has red hair and grey eyes she is my sister after all, but that is all I know. She was too young and it was too long ago."
"Coppercurls, your sister is safe from me, however your parents have much to answer for. Nobody messes with my sisters. Ever." Briar grinned, but at the same time straighten the knives strapped to his wrists.

"Well it looks like thief-boy lives up to his first name." Daja smirk at Briar. She knew it would take more than past transgrations to make Briar use his knives, if Tris' parents got physically angry at her re-apparence Briar wouldn't let them get within three feet of Tris
"Maybe there was a reason that I chose Briar as my name Daj'."

"Whoa, it is getting really dark. We should turn in. And tomorrow…" Sandry looked at the other two and hoped that Valden and Darra Chandler were in a good mood.

"Yes, tomorrow we go to see my parents."