My eyes wondered back to the dance on the floor. They all moved with such speed. They were limber, as if they could mold their bodies into anything, but strong and solid. They jumped in the air and flipped and spun and flew like they were being pulled on strings nonstop. Incredible energy, I thought. Almost enough to beat me. They all suddenly separated, their masks facing out around to the table. The boy, I saw, his deeps eyes catching my own silver gray ones. The mask gave him a mysterious look, and he headed toward me, as if it were part of the dance. It was then, I noticed that they all had a sword strapped to their sashes. There was suddenly a dagger handled in each of my hands, but they were hidden in my lap. The boy walked up, his head tilting and his body in motion with the music. Perfectly balanced had gave a giant front flip forward, landing directly in front of me. He gave a bow, and held out his hand. I starred at it. No way was I going up there. His hand reached forward and just as I was about to snatch out and swipe at him, and picked up the piece of bread on my plate. I let him take it, curious as to what the heck he was about to do. I saw it move in his hand, but saw nothing else. He dropped it back on my plate. I looked back to his eyes, now shadowed behind the mask that was tilted in a funny gesture. He suddenly jumped back up and was back in the dance, no one noticing the sudden change. I looked at the bread. No way was I going to eat it now. I picked it up, ready to throw it away, but it was heavier then bread should be. I looked at it, and then at the boy as the new dancers disappeared, and the music stopped. I pulled the bread apart, and found there was a ring inside. A clear ring. I couldn't tell if it was glass or not, but it was tinted a black color, and shined red. I was completely mesmerized by it, that I did not see the same boy peek around the entrance and watch me, his mask weirdly with the expression of curiosity. It was a beautiful ring. Something one should not give away lightly. So why did he give it to me? I had no clue! More dancers came in, different from the first and second. The music started, and once again, they entertainment started up. Finally when dinner started, masked men came back into the room, keeping to the outer walls. The boy was on the opposite wall from me. I kept catching him flashing me looks, his eyes clouded and hidden. Was this some other type of entertainment? One they used one a customer was ahead of them, and found the secret rooms secrets? Probably. I sighed, and looked at the ring again. It really was a nice ring. I clutched it in my hand, and ate. The boy probably didn't know any English. Most people who knew English were older… richer. They had a reason to speak it. But looked at the boy, seeing how he reacted to the old man's motions, made me realize, the boy really didn't have a reason. He just answers to the old man. Typical in this country. I finished dinner and turned to John.

"I'm leaving." I said. John looked up started.

"No." he said. I looked at him, "I mean… you can't leave. There's… desert!"

"I'm not exactly hungry for anything sweet." I said, surprised he had actually stopped.

"Come on Trisha, stay a while, please?" John said. Let me tell you something. John is not the begging kind. Especially the not the kind to even think of the word please. What was going on with him? Did someone drug his food or drink? I tried to leaved, but John actually grabbed my shoulder. I knocked his hand away, grabbed his shirt and pulled him up against the wall.

"I said, I'm leaving." I said coldly, 'And don't EVER touch me again." I let go of his shirt and walked away, ignoring the surprised glances at me. I would go straight to my room. John's reaction in there scared me. I hoped they didn't drug me too. I went to the girl's bathroom. The ring in my hand was looked over again. My eyes focused just fine. Maybe I wasn't drugged. But it didn't have to be my eyes that were affected. I wanted to throw the ring away… but I couldn't. Then where would I put it. My necklace. No. Only special trinkets went on that. But my pockets didn't seem like a rightful place for such a beautiful ring. I looked at the ring closely. Something told me it WAS special. Not something to be tossed aside lightly. I pulled my necklace off and slid the chain threw the ring and put it back around my neck. I looked in the mirror, fixed my hair up a little. I walked out of the bathroom, and caught a flash of movement on my left. Without looking or acting like I saw anything. I took a right, walking away from my room. I headed to what was called the activity center. But I passed the doubled doors leading into the room. I kept going to the end of the hall. If someone asked me if I was lost, I would say yes. But I knew exactly where I was going. I was so deep in thought that I wasn't watching around me. So when I turned the corner, you bet I was surprised to feel the cold set of a sword on my neck. I froze.

"Light steps for such a quick girl." Said a young voice. Male. A boy. The same boy that gave me the ring. I turned my head ever so slightly. It was. He was standing sideways holding one arm straight out with the sword at my neck.

"And you're very loud for someone who's trying to follow." I snapped back. The sword moved across my neck, lightly, not even wobbling. It tucks around my necklace chain, and pulled it out of my shirt. The rings and charms jingled, as the sword's point pick the clear ring out.

'What's this? My ring, around your neck? Why would someone of such high class keep such trash?" The boy asked. I was calm… but annoyed.

"I like it." I said.

"What are you doing down here, in this side of the hotel? Lost?" the boy asked, his voice musical.

"If I said yes, would you believe me?" He shrugged.

"Most likely." He said.

"Well I am."

"And what if I don't believe you?"

"Not like it'll change anything.

"Need an escort?"

'No. I get lost I find my own way."

"So you are lost?"

"Don't believe me?"

"How could I not believe such a brilliant girl?" he asked. I frowned.

'Don't charm me with your silly words." I said, looking through his mask into his eyes, "its takes more then a dosage to poison me."

"Poison?" he said, "Who would ever poison such beauty?" I slapped the sword away and spun around, the daggers sliding down my arms and into my hands. When I stopped moving, I was ready to kick this kids butt. But he had put his sword away. He made a deep bow. "Scuse me if I insulted you." He said, a bit surprised how I had reacted.

"No. Not insulted a bit." I said, "Just annoyed." I put the knives away, and stood straight. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must find my room." I said. I turned around, but the boy was suddenly in front of me, his mask, inches from my face. I pulled back.

"Can I help in any way?" He asked.

"Yes. You can stay out of my way. That will be a big help." I said coldly. But the boy didn't seem disturbed.

"Yes Ma'am." He said, and actually stepped out of the way. I looked at him, just plum out confused.

"What is your problem?" I asked suddenly, "I mean, you stop me in the hall with a sword, interrogate me, annoyed me, then actually listen to me and got out of my way?" the boy gave a small bow, with a small step back.

"Sorry to confuse you your majesty."

"I'm no such thing." I snapped, "Answer my question."

"With what in return?" he asked, straitening. I stopped.

"Your ring." I said, 'I'll give you your ring back."

'I don't want it back. It was a gift. A pretty gift for a pretty lady." I just about knocked him upside the head, but I kept my ground. I could feel the anger in me came alive from its long slumber. I hadn't gotten this angry in a long time.

"Would you stop it already?" I said. "Stop calling me all that stuff!"

"What? Pretty? Beautiful? Majesty? By my sight there all true." He said, folding his hands behind his back, and spreading his feet.

'Most girls would giggle, or blush when you tease them, right? Good guess? Well, let me tell you one thing. I'm not like other girls."

'Far from it." was all he said. I grinded my teeth.

"What exactly do you want? You didn't follow me for no reason." He stepped up close.

"You found all the secrets in the room, no?" he said. He came behind me, circling me.

"Yes." I said my head slightly down.

"You found the tunnel behind the mirror? You found it led to a room?" he asked, leaning close to my ear. "Did you find out whose room that is? And who's really been spying on you?" I spun around, swinging my fists. How did he know all this? Or was he just messing with me? He dodged my fists easily.

"What do you want?" I asked again. His mask was hiding too much. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see who this boy was. His expressionless mask gave me nothing.

"What do I want? I want to know, who you really are." He said. "You're no regular girl. To smart… to pretty."

"I said enough already." I snapped, "You want to know who I am? Sure! I'll tell you. A mage! Yeah, that's it. I'm a mage. Happy?" The boy looked at me, his eyes dark. "Now if you'll excuse me." I turned away and headed down the hall.

"If you're lost,' The boy said, 'They how come you know the way?" I stopped, but said nothing. I clenched my fists and continued. I found my room, and stopped at the door. I looked down the hall, and turned. I began to count out sixty three steps. As I did, I fingered the new ring to my collection. Why HAD I put it on the necklace. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now, it just didn't make sense. And even more confusing, as much as it didn't make sense, I didn't want to take it off. Sixty seven… whoops too far. I turned around. A few steps back was a door. And in the door way… was John. I froze

My eyes wondered back to the dance on the floor. They all moved with such speed. They were limber, as if they could mold their bodies into anything, but strong and solid. They jumped in the air and flipped and spun and flew like they were being pulled on strings nonstop. Incredible energy, I thought. Almost enough to beat me. They all suddenly separated, their masks facing out around to the table. The boy, I saw, his deeps eyes catching my own silver gray ones. The mask gave him a mysterious look, and he headed toward me, as if it were part of the dance. It was then, I noticed that they all had a sword strapped to their sashes. There was suddenly a dagger handled in each of my hands, but they were hidden in my lap. The boy walked up, his head tilting and his body in motion with the music. Perfectly balanced had gave a giant front flip forward, landing directly in front of me. He gave a bow, and held out his hand. I starred at it. No way was I going up there. His hand reached forward and just as I was about to snatch out and swipe at him, and picked up the piece of bread on my plate. I let him take it, curious as to what the heck he was about to do. I saw it move in his hand, but saw nothing else. He dropped it back on my plate. I looked back to his eyes, now shadowed behind the mask that was tilted in a funny gesture. He suddenly jumped back up and was back in the dance, no one noticing the sudden change. I looked at the bread. No way was I going to eat it now. I picked it up, ready to throw it away, but it was heavier then bread should be. I looked at it, and then at the boy as the new dancers disappeared, and the music stopped. I pulled the bread apart, and found there was a ring inside. A clear ring. I couldn't tell if it was glass or not, but it was tinted a black color, and shined red. I was completely mesmerized by it, that I did not see the same boy peek around the entrance and watch me, his mask weirdly with the expression of curiosity. It was a beautiful ring. Something one should not give away lightly. So why did he give it to me? I had no clue! More dancers came in, different from the first and second. The music started, and once again, they entertainment started up. Finally when dinner started, masked men came back into the room, keeping to the outer walls. The boy was on the opposite wall from me. I kept catching him flashing me looks, his eyes clouded and hidden. Was this some other type of entertainment? One they used one a customer was ahead of them, and found the secret rooms secrets? Probably. I sighed, and looked at the ring again. It really was a nice ring. I clutched it in my hand, and ate. The boy probably didn't know any English. Most people who knew English were older… richer. They had a reason to speak it. But looked at the boy, seeing how he reacted to the old man's motions, made me realize, the boy really didn't have a reason. He just answers to the old man. Typical in this country. I finished dinner and turned to John.

"I'm leaving." I said. John looked up started.

"No." he said. I looked at him, "I mean… you can't leave. There's… desert!"

"I'm not exactly hungry for anything sweet." I said, surprised he had actually stopped.

"Come on Trisha, stay a while, please?" John said. Let me tell you something. John is not the begging kind. Especially the not the kind to even think of the word please. What was going on with him? Did someone drug his food or drink? I tried to leaved, but John actually grabbed my shoulder. I knocked his hand away, grabbed his shirt and pulled him up against the wall.

"I said, I'm leaving." I said coldly, 'And don't EVER touch me again." I let go of his shirt and walked away, ignoring the surprised glances at me. I would go straight to my room. John's reaction in there scared me. I hoped they didn't drug me too. I went to the girl's bathroom. The ring in my hand was looked over again. My eyes focused just fine. Maybe I wasn't drugged. But it didn't have to be my eyes that were affected. I wanted to throw the ring away… but I couldn't. Then where would I put it. My necklace. No. Only special trinkets went on that. But my pockets didn't seem like a rightful place for such a beautiful ring. I looked at the ring closely. Something told me it WAS special. Not something to be tossed aside lightly. I pulled my necklace off and slid the chain threw the ring and put it back around my neck. I looked in the mirror, fixed my hair up a little. I walked out of the bathroom, and caught a flash of movement on my left. Without looking or acting like I saw anything. I took a right, walking away from my room. I headed to what was called the activity center. But I passed the doubled doors leading into the room. I kept going to the end of the hall. If someone asked me if I was lost, I would say yes. But I knew exactly where I was going. I was so deep in thought that I wasn't watching around me. So when I turned the corner, you bet I was surprised to feel the cold set of a sword on my neck. I froze.

"Light steps for such a quick girl." Said a young voice. Male. A boy. The same boy that gave me the ring. I turned my head ever so slightly. It was. He was standing sideways holding one arm straight out with the sword at my neck.

"And you're very loud for someone who's trying to follow." I snapped back. The sword moved across my neck, lightly, not even wobbling. It tucks around my necklace chain, and pulled it out of my shirt. The rings and charms jingled, as the sword's point pick the clear ring out.

'What's this? My ring, around your neck? Why would someone of such high class keep such trash?" The boy asked. I was calm… but annoyed.

"I like it." I said.

"What are you doing down here, in this side of the hotel? Lost?" the boy asked, his voice musical.

"If I said yes, would you believe me?" He shrugged.

"Most likely." He said.

"Well I am."

"And what if I don't believe you?"

"Not like it'll change anything.

"Need an escort?"

'No. I get lost I find my own way."

"So you are lost?"

"Don't believe me?"

"How could I not believe such a brilliant girl?" he asked. I frowned.

'Don't charm me with your silly words." I said, looking through his mask into his eyes, "its takes more then a dosage to poison me."

"Poison?" he said, "Who would ever poison such beauty?" I slapped the sword away and spun around, the daggers sliding down my arms and into my hands. When I stopped moving, I was ready to kick this kids butt. But he had put his sword away. He made a deep bow. "Scuse me if I insulted you." He said, a bit surprised how I had reacted.

"No. Not insulted a bit." I said, "Just annoyed." I put the knives away, and stood straight. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must find my room." I said. I turned around, but the boy was suddenly in front of me, his mask, inches from my face. I pulled back.

"Can I help in any way?" He asked.

"Yes. You can stay out of my way. That will be a big help." I said coldly. But the boy didn't seem disturbed.

"Yes Ma'am." He said, and actually stepped out of the way. I looked at him, just plum out confused.

"What is your problem?" I asked suddenly, "I mean, you stop me in the hall with a sword, interrogate me, annoyed me, then actually listen to me and got out of my way?" the boy gave a small bow, with a small step back.

"Sorry to confuse you your majesty."

"I'm no such thing." I snapped, "Answer my question."

"With what in return?" he asked, straitening. I stopped.

"Your ring." I said, 'I'll give you your ring back."

'I don't want it back. It was a gift. A pretty gift for a pretty lady." I just about knocked him upside the head, but I kept my ground. I could feel the anger in me came alive from its long slumber. I hadn't gotten this angry in a long time.

"Would you stop it already?" I said. "Stop calling me all that stuff!"

"What? Pretty? Beautiful? Majesty? By my sight there all true." He said, folding his hands behind his back, and spreading his feet.

'Most girls would giggle, or blush when you tease them, right? Good guess? Well, let me tell you one thing. I'm not like other girls."

'Far from it." was all he said. I grinded my teeth.

"What exactly do you want? You didn't follow me for no reason." He stepped up close.

"You found all the secrets in the room, no?" he said. He came behind me, circling me.

"Yes." I said my head slightly down.

"You found the tunnel behind the mirror? You found it led to a room?" he asked, leaning close to my ear. "Did you find out whose room that is? And who's really been spying on you?" I spun around, swinging my fists. How did he know all this? Or was he just messing with me? He dodged my fists easily.

"What do you want?" I asked again. His mask was hiding too much. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see who this boy was. His expressionless mask gave me nothing.

"What do I want? I want to know, who you really are." He said. "You're no regular girl. To smart… to pretty."

"I said enough already." I snapped, "You want to know who I am? Sure! I'll tell you. A mage! Yeah, that's it. I'm a mage. Happy?" The boy looked at me, his eyes dark. "Now if you'll excuse me." I turned away and headed down the hall.

"If you're lost,' The boy said, 'They how come you know the way?" I stopped, but said nothing. I clenched my fists and continued. I found my room, and stopped at the door. I looked down the hall, and turned. I began to count out sixty three steps. As I did, I fingered the new ring to my collection. Why HAD I put it on the necklace. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now, it just didn't make sense. And even more confusing, as much as it didn't make sense, I didn't want to take it off. Sixty seven… whoops too far. I turned around. A few steps back was a door. And in the door way… was John.