"Hey, Did ya hear?" an older boy named Turm said after finishing his bread. "Renald went and got 'imself caught!" Gethien looked shocked "Really? How?" "I dunno... I just 'eard about it from the market talk." he said "Aww.. that's to bad, he was one of the good ones too." she replied, then moved around a little, forgeting about it. But a small boy was still interested "Is anyone gonna spring 'im?" asked Cog. "Not likely" Gethien said "That prison is sealed tight, no one's gettin' out of there."
"What 'bout Relna?" a small voice said "Who?" Gethien asked and turned to see who had spoken, it was Rada, a small girl who had been orphaned during the War of the Ring, Gethien was very fond of the girl. Now Rada spoke "My friend Relna, she is a servant in the prison. She takes food to all the prisoners." when she said "all" she motioned widely with her hands to show that there were a lot of prisoners. "Well I've got enough to worry about, I can't waste my time and energy tryin' to get prisoners out of a punishment they probably deserve!" Gethien said decidedly and then she turned away and looked around for a new hiding place for the group.

Deawen found her way from the prison the way she came through a vent.
Deawen wandered around the streets. she stopped when she saw a group of orphans there was an older girl with them. she smiled at them she felt sorry for them so she walked towards them.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Are you new here?"

Renald raised his hood an inch to see a young girl with food with her and then she placed the food in the cell, Renald let his hood fall down and walked to the food picking it up. He placed it on the bench next to him and smiled at the girl.

"Well thank you..... doesn`t it feel somwhat depressing or even angering to be a servant to someone? Carying things around and all that else? That`s why I am here, for not bowing down and earning my living as a normal person, but normal person hadn`t been left ruined by the war with no other skills...."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Relena shrugged slightly, "I have been a servant for most my life. My parents gave me away when I was born so I have been living in the servants quarts for the past 21 years. The money I make I give to the orphans in the streets, I don't really need it. Besides, working here gives me people to talk to, whether they choose to be good company or not, that is their choice."

She leaned her side against the bars of the cell, "What is your name? I am in here all the time, I usually talk to the prisoners, so if you don't want company just let me know andI will leave..."

"Oh please don`t leave... I always enjoy good company and the guards ain`t that kinda company, I am Renald Bloodfeather and I got caught for thievery after many years... a certain guard seems to be giving me another chance in life so I`ll take that..."

Renald poured some water in his throat.

"And what might your name be girl?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She smiled slightly and looked down and spoke in a friendly nature, "And taking that chance would mean saying you will turn your life around and go back to your old one? Trust me, I have been a prison maid since I was 5, I know how it works."

When he asked her for her name she looked over at him, "I am Relena."

Renald began laughing slightly in a quiet voice, but was able to mumble few words out.

"My old life?"

Renald smiled and shaked his head.

"I have been a thief since the age I could do it, my family was poor and there was no other way to get food on the table, then the war took them from me and I was left to do what I am best at... "

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"I am sorry for your loss. I am also sorry for the way you have lived for so long."

She smiled slightly, "So what will you do when you get out if you are done stealing? Or is that the reason you did not directly answer my question."

Renald looked pondering.

"What will I do?... I don`t honestly know, but I have been suggested to become a guard and that isn`t going to happen since I would be despised... I could become a mercenary selling my skills to whom pays most.. but that would include a lot of travelling and there aren`t much jobs these days in that business... and then there is... thiefing agan... ain`t I in a circle?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She smiled slightly, "You are not the only one..."

She was quiet for a moment, "I won't tell the guard." She said quietly.

Renald smiled.

"I think the guard has already figured that out by himself, but he has hope or hopes that he would have hope.... funny how someone can believe me to change... I don`t sometimes do it to get food on the table since I have a nice stash of money hiden away, but I actuallt do it for the exitement...kinda crazy ain`t it?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She smiled, "Crazy? You are talking to a girl who's only friends are thieves and murderers. Most of them end up getting hanged or they escape and forget all about me, yet I continue talking to them and making friends with them."

Renald smiled for understanding.

"I see... if you have been around these so called evil duers then why haven`t you become a thief yourself? Hasn`t it ever interested you to try it out?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Adastrea hesitated a moment and shrugged, "Because as a theif I would do nothing but avoid others, not wanting to get caught. People who are in here actually talk to me. Guards look past melike I don't exist as do other slaves...you cannot get much lower than a servant who serves in the dungeons."

Renald nodded.

"Yeah I guess that`s sadly true... and why are you a servant or should I say as you just did slave? If there are slaves in this kingdom then there is truly something wrong here don`t you agree?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She hesitated, "I guess I would be more a servant, but I sleep in a small room near the door, I am the lowest servant here, I am forgotten about most of the time. Not much better than a slave other than the fact that I do not get beaten...unless one of the prisoners gets angry and grabs me as I walk past and beats me through the bars which has happened before...but my parents gave me away, I was a mistake and they did not really want me, so they left me in the servants quarters and that is how it has been and will be unless one day I just run away."