"Eight recruit assassins and they have proved their worth and a whole city of street urchins as my spies." She said as she reached into her cloak and grasped her short sword and stepped slightly Infront of Charles about two steps Infront of him as she got ready for the guards, was Aery here she thought to her self and then smiled at the guards

charles was shocked "Eight? you have eight people? my word you need more than that." he threw two more knifes "How many are here?"

" Believe me charles eight is all I need" Celaena seen a guard running at her and pivoted to the left before he crossed her body his hand was off and she pivoted behind him and pushed him into Charles, Celaena smiled as she sensed another attack from behind her, she spun around and dropped her swords to engage in a fist fight, she ducked under a punch and then rose up to punch him twice in the stomach and ahe felt a punch to her face, she screamed as she fell with the force of the punch and when she hit the ground it was all blackness

charles could see them moving slowly towards him "Eight is never enough" he dropped into a roll slashing at a gaurds leg and running another with his cane blade "And where are these eight? would make this all easyer if they were here"

Noticing her down "Well, i guess the time has cam to disapear" he grabbed her "You never said sorry for leaving me... Tut Tut" he let her go and ran out the hall "Farewell me people, I shall be back again" the gaurds had flood the room now, she eitther wakes up now, or she can escape fro jail.

Celaena opened her eyes to see Charles leaving, she had a look on her face as if to say I'll kill you " Charles!!!!!!" She screamed as she tried to crawl to him, she just managed to hold out her hand before she felt a boot crashing her head down to the floor, a few moments she felt she was being dragged of to somewhere, she had lost Charles

As she was being dragged to her cell, she woke up them pretended to fall backwards as she did that she grabbed the guard behind her and with one movement snapped his neck then grabbed his sword and run the sword up the other guards spinal cord and then she smiled at the guards as more guards flood the area

Aery Aerienna had only been a couple minutes late; at the last moment she had run back to the urchin's camp and grabbed Silly and Ame. "I gots an idea." She told them seriously. "You guys know tha' I've go' a secret. Well, here i' is. I'm a princess. And tonight, I'm supposed to go to a ball, and I want you to come with me as my guests. I've got dresses for you, but we've got to hurry." With her urchins in tow she sprinted back to the castle, going in through the servant's door so that no guards would stop her, and brought the girls up to her room. The maid shrieked at the sight of the girls. "Oh, please, Ilani, don't fuss. Can you draw up a bath, and hurry? I need to be in the ballroom in fifteen minutes." Ilani the maid scuttled off, and she turned to the girls. Ame was staring at her with those unsettling purple eyes. Silly was staring around the room. "Yer a princess! Why'd ya ne'er tell us?" "Because if word got out that I was a princess, I'd never be able to go on the streets again. Now, Silly, this is really important. Tonight, your name is Silenia, and you are a niece of Lillian Gordania, who is a merchant and owns every single store in the less affluent side of town. If you can mimic my speech, great; if not, just be silent. Same for you, Ame." After scrubbing the girls down quickly in the tub, she went fishing in her closet for her old dresses, before emerging triumphantly with a green one and a purple one. She quickly towel dried the girls, dressed them. Ame's hair she braided and coiled, as long as it was (Down the girl's back, and she was only four!) and after a moment's hesitation, used her magic curling balm (which she never used, her hair being naturally wavy) on Silly, leaving her with bouncy ringlets. Then she herself hopped through the bath, scrubbed the dirt off, came out, toweled dry, yanked on the silver and blue gown the maid had left out for her, and then groaned as she realized she had to wear her hair up. It took her five minutes to comb it out and another five to braid it. The front sections braided and pulled together with a jeweled clip behind her head, then the rest left loose. Let her uncle yell at her. It was a perfectly formal style. She checked the clock, gasped, yanked her shoes on. Beckoned Silly over. Took a tiny sheathed dagger on a jeweled chain, hung it around the girl's neck and tucked it into her dress. Tucked another stiletto knife into a sheath in the inside of the girl's shoe. For herself she tucked a knife down the front of her dress, tucked sheathed needles inside her gloves. Then she grabbed the girls' hands and pulled them down into the ballroom. Of course there was a brawl. Celaena had been wearing a gown, which meant she was going to be attending the ball, which meant of course there had to be a fight. As the guards started rushing in, Aery had a dilemma. Help Celaena and risk a flogging or worse, or make an escape and leave the assassins to die. It wasn't much of a decision, really. "Silly, go for their legs!" she said softly. Then she herself, after thinking about it, took her needles and started dropping guards right and left with them. No blood on her fancy clothes. Silenia "Lookit us, we be all done up like gooses for midwinter." Then she remembered what Aery had told her, and tried to mimic her speech. "Excuse me. Look at us; aren't we all dressed up as if for a festival?" In the ballroom, she totally forgot her manners, once the charming young courtiers decided to leave her alone. Then Aery told her, "Go for the legs!" and she forgot all about the ball and about the sparkly dress she was wearing and went around, hamstringing guards. Ame yelped; she spun and tackled Ame's assailant. Someone grabbed her, picked her up in the air. She stabbed his hand hard, and got unceremoniously dropped to the floor. But she got back up again, and continued wreaking havoc. The guards, there were too many of them. But her reflexes were sharp, better than the ones of these fat, lazy grown men, and she managed to stay just a little bit ahead of them. Amethyst Ame was in trouble. She was cornered, and three guards were smiling evilly at her. She looked from one to the other. They reminded her of the bullies that had tortured her when she was little, before Silly had found her, before Aery had found Silly and given them all food and water and hope. Hope. She could hope, right? Even though she wasn't fast, weak from hunger and the limitations of being a toddler, she could hope. She made eye contact with the leader of the guards who had her cornered, made eye contact with him and willed him to never hurt her again. She didn't think it would work. But the man gasped, his throat working but no sound coming out, his eyes bulging. Then he fell over, dead. The other two looked at her, looked at the dead man, and ran, to be cut to pieces by Silly with her tiny daggers.

Celaena seen them and smiled then looked at the guards due to being pissed of she went right into the middle of them, while alternating between dodging and attacking, a guard tried to punch her again, but she caught his arm then knocked him to his knees with her foot, she ripped of his helmet then rammed his head against a wall until the skin was off one side of his face, she then scraped the front of his face further disfiguring him, she then sliced his throat to make sure he was dead

To whom it may concern, It is of the utmost importance that I have called upon your expertise for a rather malicious but justifiable task, given you have a known reputation for making problems disappear. An intolerable, wretched oaf of a man by the name of Lucien Balford has shamed my wife and my household, but has slipped past the justice of the kingdom, however he shall not slip past my swift hand I send to strike him. No matter the cost, I want this urchin dealt with as soon as possible in the most lethal method imaginable by an ill-famed cutthroat. Make sure this swine Balford is never able to lay hands upon anyone's property ever again. Signed, Erick Vaughn Lastraad. The tattered sepia toned parchment had written upon it such fiery language and foul utterances towards the chosen target, and at the bottom where the client had written his name lied the mark that forever sealed Balford's fate, the crimsoned, smeared bloody palm-print to mark the man's untimely demise. Having met with Lastraad beforehand as per-custom within the city's dank and dark catacombs, a secluded and indeed sordid arrangement only illuminated by dim, flickering torchlight, the exchange of coin was made for bloodshed as the return gratitude. Such were the blood-soaked contracts, notes left upon a withering, hollow tree of the old cemetery where the ravens perched, their cantankerous caws echoing the arrival of a client to the forbidden grounds soaked with the hatred and agony of dead men festering. There the notes were plucked from the tree as ripened apples dripping with their beautiful nectar, but that nectar indeed held the bite of a serpent's venom, for these were letters unto an evil that forever sealed a man's fate to the grave. The assassin who handled such dark and grim affairs was Alena. Rolling up the contract, she stuffed it into the crevice of her light and surprisingly flexible armor, emerging from her perch high atop the majestic city of Ardarlan, as beautiful as the day she first laid eyes upon its towering buttresses, it's magnificent and colorful market, its posh and elegant Noble Quarter. This was a city she was indeed in love with, marveling the view with such lustful eyes as though a groom who looked upon his bride on the night they made solemn vow to love each other till death do they part. But the time for sightseeing and awing were naught. Alena had a mission, find Balford within the city, kill him, and bring back the blood rose as proof of her sinister endeavors. I, the wings who guide the Angel of Death, take flight. It was the mantra of all the assassins of the Coven, the very same that brutish man with the scar across his face had taught Alena when she first learned to fly as Matthias called it. More-so it was a swift leap from atop the belfry of the hallowed temple and onto the rooftops she sprinted forth, leaping over to the other roof adjacent to her, then another until it seemed the woman was gliding across thin air. Her hastened stride paused however upon lieu of a commotion catching her ears. Ah, the royal guardsmen, their armor gleaming as snow freshly fallen upon the cold mountains to the north and clattering as though pots and pans of iron stuffed so halfheartedly in a cupboard. Twas a sight and sound that made her crimson eyes glint with ill delight, but who be this? They crowded round a woman, a rather striking lass, hair long and gilded a soft shade of honey and eyes, dazzling sapphires. Many a tale was heard of a legendary cloak and dagger that fit such an alluring description, even as far as Imperial ruled Karstberg. Alena smirked under the guise of her hood and with a leap she crashed through the window with a resounding shatter of stained glass. Her cloak, dark and billowing, it flowed around her slim fitting leather armour, giving a sort of ethereal, haunting presence to the woman and in a flash of her hand, the guards before her fell dead, each with a slender, stiletto blade jutting from their jugulars spewing red.

Celaena looked at Aery and the Urchins with cold eyes, Celaena had killed most of the guards singlehandly due to being this angry, she dropped her weapons and then walked away from the scene " I'll have contracts for you tomorrow aery." She added, this was the angriest Celaena had been for fifteen years.

"And just where do you believe you're going, miss?" A sultry giggle sounded from the woman's lips towards the flustered blonde storming away. "No gratitude at all for coming to your aid? Why I'm quite offended." With a whisk of her cloak behind her she turned to face Celaena, quite the reputation preceding her, but of Alena's face, nothing could be discerned...except for a pair of lush ruby lips curling into a haughty smirk, those old noble habits it seemed. "Celaena Sardothien I presume? Your name is hard to forget."

Celaena stopped and turned heel to face Alena, she just stared emptily at her, the rage inside Celaena was trying to die down but her emotions would not let it. Celaena started to breath steadily, this was calming her down and realised she had left Aery in the castle, she went back to get her and to apologise for being that angry

"Yes ma'am." She saw Celaena's cold stare and assumed it was directed at them. She pulled Silly and Ame closer to her; only then did she realize that Ame was crying, hiccupping and sobbing, and Silly was giggling uncontrollably. She knelt down between them. "Oh, dear. Ame, Ame, sweetie, look at me. What's the matter, sweetie?" She wrapped Ame in her arms. The girl was terribly warm, almost feverish. "I-I I killded a man a'c-cause he s-s-scareded me. I j-j-j-jus' l-l-looked at h-him an' -- an' he g-gasped l-like I were ch-chokin' him, on'y, I ne'er t-t-touched him, I-i swear it! a-an, an' then he f-fell-fell over an' died!" Then her diction slipped entirely and she wrapped her arms around Aery's neck and started sobbing. Aery held her, tears filling her own eyes. I should have never brought them here. Silly, sure, but never Ame. Apparently, Ame had cried herself out pretty thoroughly, and was now asleep over Aery's shoulder. So then the older girl turned to Silly. "What about you, Silly? Are you okay?" Silly was laughing so hard at whatever that it took her a minute to answer; and she still thought she had to act like a princess. "Oh, me? I'm grand! I think I must have stabbed at least twenty men, and I'm covered in blood, and I don't know why ever you should think something was wrong with me, because I'm having a grand time at this!" Aery frowned, reached out, and plucked the knives from Silly's bloody hands. "You don't get these back until you can prove to me you're not a psychopathic murderer. You ought to feel at least a little something, maybe a quiet respect, not this psychotic laughter." For Aery, while she didn't display any emotions, felt a deep respect for the men she'd killed. There was something grand about their deaths, almost like a sacrifice to help her rise to the bloodstained dais of the Court of Assassins. Instantly Silly quieted. Maybe the knives had just been exciting her. "I really killed a lot of men, didn't I?" She asked, softly. "I really did." She started scrubbing her hands on her bloody dress, like she was trying to get the blood off of them. "It's okay, Silly. They wanted to kill us" or torture us and beat us and rape us and use us to their own twisted ends, but of course she wouldn't say that. "and we just killed them first. It was in self-defense." Looking up at Celaena, Aery murmured, "I don't suppose you can help me calm them down, my lady, can you?"

Charles had got off lucky, its great that her reputation was better than his or he would have a chase. He had stolen a horse and was coming towards the jail, he slowed and tiped his hat "Farewell love, we shall meet again" But his horse stopped when he arrived at the gate, to his disbelife there was a girl and HER! The horse was nighing "Great"

" Well done Aery you just got raised up to Initiated Assassin, that's higher than apprentice and for every single urchin, tell them they have a home at the guild, I'll take them under my wing." She smiled and then reached out her hand to ruffle Aerys hair as if to say you-did-good, " and Aery I'll pay for your embroidery classes, I'll even get the best fabric weavers to teach you."

Celaena knew how to calm the urchins down. They looked up at her, their eyes huge. "She don' mean it, do she?" Silly asked, softly. "Shush, Silly. Of course she means it." Then Aery stood up, careful to not drop Ame, and curtsied to Celaena. "Thank you, my lady. It means a lot to me to hear you say that." Her eyes went wide at the mention of embroidery classes. After this spiel she'd be disowned from her family for certain, and she'd not paused to consider her future. "Oh, and here's what's left from what you gave me. You gave me far too much money, my lady. By the way I still owe you nine gold and eight silvers." She handed over the purse. "When I get contracts, I'll pay you back what's left." To Silly, she said, "Run and get the other children. Have them meet us at the Assassin's Guild. Actually, no, have Liza and Gray and... Maybe Tenk? Whoever's fast and hasn't been on guard duty all week. Have them go and tell all the rest of the under-tens and their families. Have them all come at slightly different times, so that we don't have a hundred urchins waiting in front of the guild. You can figure out time differences, I'm sure, you're a clever lass." Silly ran off with a grin.

Shadow had long since given up on getting to any help so he just rolled himself over and look up at the sky. He wished that he could have done a bit more good in his life. he felt numb but that was nothing he was going to focus on. he had trained ever since the death of his parents. he fought with all the people that tried to teach him and now he was laying on a road in a city feeling like crap and dying. his mind traced back to try and figure out why he felt this way. he had lost blood yes but this was worse. he was slowly losing every thing. his will to fight his strength and his life all were fading. in a moment he knew what it was. the damn blade that cut him had to have had poison on it. a slow acting poison that he had yet to encounter yet was his best guess. he smiled and then gave a laugh it hurt like hell but he didn't care. taken out by cheap tactics what a way to go.

"YAH,YAH!" he wiped his horse into over drive until he came upon an urchin camp. "well, we need to make sure her spies never make it" he hitched his horse and walked in "Who wants some food" he drew his knife and 'set to work' on the boys and girls (I know its wrong but after the fleeing i know you would be mad so he is damage controliing)

" Aery I need to talk to you about something else" Celaena looked at Aery as they walked to some place else " When you helped me in the castle, I seen a few guards hesitate to harm you, anything to say?" Celaena crouched to her knees so she was eye level to Aery, she softly lay her hands on Aerys shoulders