Ok, Number 1, I am sooooo sooooo sooooo sorry for not updating, I hate how people do it with stories I am reading, and I will try not to be like that. I have an idea about what I want to happen, but I am open for ideas. This is kind of an inbetween chapter, soooo sorry if its a bit anticlimatic after the wait.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for Angela (who is badass). :)

I stuck my tongue at the door closing behind the tall lady knight. One of the Kings Own, a corporal, grinned at me before locking the door. At least he had enough of a humour to laugh with a prisoner.

I sighed and surveyed the room. To be honest, it looked like a cheap hotel, except if I trashed it I doubted someone else would clean it up. There was a table and a chair as well as a camp bed and a small sink. Servants quarters? What happened to no civilians in a military base? Oh well at least I won't be getting acquainted with the Steadfast dungeons. Still… maybe it was my fault that I am what is looking like an unofficial prisoner. You know, like one of those cheat sheets off the internet you download, the ones that 'don't exist'? Yeah, that's me. But I guess I had tried to lie my way out of it…

*Flashback*

"Ok, I don't know who you are, only that you know things you shouldn't."

"ummm, I'm a … seer … like Irnai."

"How do you know about Irnai?"

Seriously, that girls voice could have frozen lava in its tracks when she said that.

"I'm a seer… I sense other seers?"

"Don't ask me, tell me. You're lying. For someone fluent in Yamani, you don't react like one."

Ok, maybe I wasn't as good a liar as I originally thought. But seriously, wouldn't you be a bit shaky after the whole I-am-in-a-book thing.

"Ok, then truth time. I am a teen girl from Australia, Earth. We are currently in Tortall, and depending on what Tamora reckons, we may or may not be on Earth. Though it must be medieval times if we are on Earth." I paused, musing over that. It never really occurred to me that it might be in a different dimension or just another time.

"uhem."

"oh, right. Yer, um what did you want to know again?"

Kel rolled her eyes. Well at least she isn't screaming at me and threatening to cut my throat. Oh wait. That's Alanna.

"You. Are. A. Stranger. Who. Knows. Things. About. Tortall. That. A. Normal. Person. SHOULD NOT KNOW! Now either you tell me all about how you know about Irnai and Tobe and that I was headed to Steadfast for my Lords wedding! And besides, I have no idea what you just said." Kel visibly stilled her features and all the anger drained away. Woah, I just saw the mask at work! Awesum!

Suddenly, a horn call sounded from in front of us. We had arrived.

*End Flashback*

My musing was interrupted by the sounds of the men from the Kings Own talking outside my prison door. Like an awesum spy/ninja, I started to eavesdrop. But they were just rambling, nothing interesting at all. That is, until they suddenly stopped talking. The door unlocked and in walked Kel followed by a giant of a man, who even dwarfed Kel and I (we were both built like models), and a midget of a wranger. She had a sword at her side and was staring distastefully at my clothes. Seriously, if I hadn't of changed out of my bikini before I came home from the party, I think I would have had people calling dirty names at me as I walked through the fort.

"You said your name is Angela, right?" The wranger demanded.

"Yeah, so?"

"Kel said that you recognised Tobe and Neal just because they were with her, correct?"

"Yeah." She was ticking me off. The Giant decided to speak. I'd already figured out that he must be Kel's old knight master, Lord Raoul.

"You also claim to be a seer, and mentioned something about another dimension." He said it with the kind of voice you use with SNU's (A/N Inbox me if you are not familiar with this term and would like a further explanation but it's basically another way of saying crazy or stupid person). I folded my arms and pouted at him.

"No, I said I was a seer because I wasn't sure how good Kel was at reading people. I said that I'm not sure if I am in another dimension or just a fictional medieval time on Earth. And the reason I know these things…" I smirked. "are my secrets and I would like to say that there are many more where that came from." An evil idea had formed in my mind. How much did these people really know about each other?

Cold, slightly confused looks met me. Even the Corporal was starting to wonder whether he should shut the door incase I tried to make a break for it. I suddenly recognised him.

"Wolset, shut your trap. Did you know that the whole time Kel was with Cleon and riding with Third Company she had a HUGE crush on Do-!" A small dagger had found its way out of Kel's boot and onto my throat. Sh*t. Not good.

"Another word, and I will kill you where you stand." Kel's face was perfectly smooth and her voice even. It was so much more scary than if she was yelling at me.

"You can't kill me!" I screeched. Yep, no such control on my part.

"And why not?" I could almost FEEL my blood pouring down my neck she was pushing that hard.

"Well for one, what else do you think I know? If I know that, I might also know how D- I mean the object of your affection – how he feels." It was my ultimate weapon. Girls couldn't resist knowing if their crushes like them back. Unfortunately, I didn't know if Dom felt that way towards her, I mean come on, she sees him maybe five times in Lady Knight, and has actual dialogue with him twice? Seriously Tammy, you stuck me in a tight spot here.

The knife disappeared from my throat. "Do you?" Kel challenged me.

"Well… No."

The knight gave an angry cry at being tricked and jerked her hand upwards was if to poke me with her dagger again. I threw a quick crescent kick at her, knocking the weapon flying. Steel slid against each other as the wranger drew her sword and Raoul followed suit. I stood in a ready stance. But there was no way I was going to fight them. Hell no. Not with Wolset running to get backup. If it was just the three of them… jokes guys. Seriously, Angela Williams is not suicidal.

"Alanna put that pigsticker away." I waved my hand at her trying to look unconcerned about the serious hardware these guys were pulling out. "I know you know Shang moves that Liam the Shang Dragon taught you. When was the last time you used them?"

Silence. AWKWARD.

"Who are you? What do you want? What do you know?" Alanna's voice was so quiet, I almost couldn't hear her.

"I'm Angela Williams, I want out of this room, and I know that your old cat Faithful is a constellation, the Goddess's cat, and was companion to Rebekah Cooper the Bloodhound, your husband's ancestor."

Take a chance to breathe… stunned silence…

"What? You weren't even alive then! Who told you?" Here comes that damn bloody sword again.

"Tamora Pierce."

"Is she a goddess, to know such things?" Huh I didn't know Raoul was one of those kind of people.

I smirked. Maybe I could get out of this after all...

"You could say that."