Remember: everything Mara - Poor Thief says is made up.

*As fast as a bolt of lightning, Mara sprinted down the street, dodging cars and pedestrians alike. Her heart raced in terror as she heard footsteps closing in behind her.* *Turning corners blindly, she weaved through alleys and backstreets until finally, she collided with a brick wall, panting heavily.* "Please... don't hurt me," *she pleaded, raising her hands above her head. Her eyes were now filled with panic and despair. The man stopped running and stood before her, breathing heavily himself.*