THE FIRST SECRET 

She was too young then to realize what she was to become, or what she was getting herself into. Then again perhaps she just didn't want to look too closely at the direction her life was taking. Either way it only took one person, and a split second decision to change her life forever.

Trust is a commodity, one that she had very little of in those days. In fact the only person she thought she could trust was the one who threw her into the lifestyle she was to lead. She had met a man named Juri when she arrived in Stronghold some weeks ago, and she was able to keep herself fed by running errands and taking messages all over the city from Juri and his business associates. As far as Juri was concerned she had no idea what was in those notes, after all why would a homeless, filthy human street rat know how to speak and read her own language, let alone his? Unfortunately Risa hadn't always been a street rat, and she knew many languages. His happened to be one of them.

She soon learned that she was running contraband and messages for a small resistance cell. Over the course of a couple of weeks she was able to find out that they were trying to get close to the local Legate, Nubeer, they had met with varying degrees of success, the closest they could get was a stable hand, who turned up dead a few days after getting the position. The resistance was looking to steal a map that showed troop and caravan movements in the area, they wanted the map badly and had sacrificed at least three members of their group in the attempts to obtain it. They wanted it badly enough to risk a sixteen year old girls life, and start her down the road to a lifestyle that would likely end in her death. Then again
what did Risa have to loose that she hadn't lost already?

It took her a few days to build up the courage to approach Juri after one of her deliveries. "I think I could help you get a copy of that map you want so badly." She said, watching for his reaction.

To his credit he lost his composure for only a moment, surprise and worry lining his face. "What makes you think that I want anything Risa? I am just a simple business man; I have no need of any map." He said, patting her arm with a patronizing smile. "Even if I was looking for something, I wouldn't use someone as young and inexperienced as you."

"Since you have lost at least three agents that I know of trying to infiltrate his estate staff, I don't think you can afford to turn me down that quickly. I would have a good chance to succeed. They need a new girl on the kitchen staff, and who would suspect a pretty young girl of being a spy?" she asked trying to look meek and innocent.

It must have had some effect, because a thoughtful look crossed Juri's face. He walked around her, not saying a word as he looked her over. "How old are you Risa?" he asked, his conscience warring with his need for the map.

"Sixteen summers." She answered, wondering to herself what age had to do with anything.

"Are you sure you want to get involved with this child? You are far too pretty to be ignored in a kitchen for long, what will you do when Legate Nubeer takes an interest in you? You are too young to understand what you are getting yourself into Risa." He said with a concerned look on his face.

She purposefully ignored that last comment, sure in the way only youth can be that she could handle anything. "If he takes an interest in me all the better. If I play my cards right I can get closer to him that any of you have ever been able to, and be more useful in the process." She said smiling. "I know what I am getting into, and I am a fast learner with skills you haven't taken into account."

"Meet me here tomorrow at noon, we will need to go over a few things before you go into that house, and I need to ask a few people some questions about you." He said making his decision. With a last concerned look at Risa he turned and walked away. He never got to see the smile of triumph that passed over her face before she turned to find her next meal. If only she had known what she was getting herself into.