Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Fullstop. Not a goddamn thing.
A/N: This is my first TP fic. I don't know why I wrote it . . . it just happened. I think it might be cuz I just read Squire, and I realised that TP has turned everyone into COMPLETE ASSHOLES. Therefore, I protest, and start killing everyone off. Don't hate me. PLEEEEEEEEEASE. Luv ya. : )
PS Please excuse the general crappyness of this chapter. It's just a prologue. Introducing the scene etc. Chapter 1 will be up soon.
" . . . " = SPEECH
. . . = THOUGHTS
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Jon was in his study when the messenger rode in. Hands shook violently as the sealed parchment was presented. Why was this man shaking so badly? I'm not THAT scary, am I? Damn. Careful fingers, painfully adorned with jewels, broke the seal. DEATHS NOTICE. Shit. Just what I need today. " . . . would like to inform . . . " yada yada yada. Why do they bothe. . . "SHIT!!!!!!" Jonathan, King of Tortall, ran from the chamber to the nearest hearth.
A short, redheaded figure stood on the parapets as Numair Salmalin rode towards the gates of Pirates Swoop. It was the only figure in sight. Where are all the guards? This isn't like George. Numair had been doing some nice, relaxing, (extremely dangerous) experiments when Jons' head had appeared in the flames. The king had looked panic-stricken - something was very wrong. Even now, as the mage rode up, Numair wasn't quite sure what the fuck was going on. Then he saw the bodies. Neat rows filled the courtyard just beyond the walls of the Swoop. Filled being the operative word. The open gates were more-or-less intact, showing only minimal fire damage. The surrounding harbour was ablaze. His confusion didn't last long, however, as a soot streaked man ran to meet him. "Master Numair! Thank the Gods! Please hurry, we can't loose her too!"
Loose her too? "Who?"
"The Lioness, sir. She's gonna jump, methinks!"
For all the jumbled thoughts racing through Numairs mind at that moment, Alannas was the opposite. All she could comprehend was It's all my fault Why wasn't anyone making sure none of the pieces of shit that did this got away? because there's no-one left he cold mind answered. The ships aflame in the harbour did nothing to appease her torment. It's all my fault Alanna stepped forward into nothingness.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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The Royal Palace in Corus was in an uproar as Kel, newly knighted, searched for Neal. Veralidaine Sarrasri, wildmage of Tortall, hurried past her in the opposite direction. No one was quite sure what was going on. The King had dispatched a company of the Kings Own and two groups of the Queens Riders a few hours ago, then run to saddle his own horse. The Queen had gone with the soldiers. Only quick words from Sir Gary of Naxen had kept King Jonathan in the capital this long. Something was desperately wrong, and Kel was determined to discover what it was.
Why am I so desperate to know? Kel frowned and picked up her pace. The rumour, duh The talk around the palace was that they had been sent to Pirates Swoop, home of the Lioness. Kels Hero. Despite the fact that Alanna had dined with Kel and her friends a couple of nights ago, after Kels Ordeal, the younger knight was still very much in awe of her. I thought Neal said she was grumpy!?! The womans frown deepened further. Neal will know what's going on, he always does . . .
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" . . . Third Company just rode in. They've started digging. She's luck you were there, Numair. She'd be dead if not for you. Do you think . . ."
"Drink this." Thayets face leered into view, a steaming mug clasped in her hand. Alanna looked away. The Queen sighed and placed the brew on a small table. "Alanna, sweetheart?"
" . . . "
"Do you remember what's happened?"
" . . . "
"Jon's on his way."
" . . . "
Fuck Queen Thayet of Tortall had ridden in with one of the rider groups just ahead of the company of soldiers. Numairs words had hit her hard. "No survivors". It seemed that the Swoop had been attacked just before dawn. Evidently, magic had been used to hide the pirates attack - the defenders were helpless, dead before the invaders had set foot on shore. Returning home from Corus around lunchtime, the Lioness had found the pirates plundering her home. She hadn't said a word since, other than the spell she had used to destroy those who had murdered her family. The pirates, too, had no survivors. All that was left for the soldiers to do was bury the dead - a total in the hundreds. Laid out in the next room were the bodies of the noble family of Pirates Swoop - Baron George Cooper and his five children. Also there, cold as marble, were Sir Myles of Olau and his wife Eleni, the childrens grandparents. The entire family had been waiting for Alanna to return, so they could travel together. To my sons wedding . . .
"Hurry up, Jon . . . "
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A/N: So there you have it. A prologue. Uh . . . sorry? Don't hate me. Notice I managed to only kill off a fief full of people? That was a great achievement for me. Expect angst later.(DUH) Luv ya!
A/N: This is my first TP fic. I don't know why I wrote it . . . it just happened. I think it might be cuz I just read Squire, and I realised that TP has turned everyone into COMPLETE ASSHOLES. Therefore, I protest, and start killing everyone off. Don't hate me. PLEEEEEEEEEASE. Luv ya. : )
PS Please excuse the general crappyness of this chapter. It's just a prologue. Introducing the scene etc. Chapter 1 will be up soon.
" . . . " = SPEECH
. . . = THOUGHTS
**************************************************************************** *******
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Jon was in his study when the messenger rode in. Hands shook violently as the sealed parchment was presented. Why was this man shaking so badly? I'm not THAT scary, am I? Damn. Careful fingers, painfully adorned with jewels, broke the seal. DEATHS NOTICE. Shit. Just what I need today. " . . . would like to inform . . . " yada yada yada. Why do they bothe. . . "SHIT!!!!!!" Jonathan, King of Tortall, ran from the chamber to the nearest hearth.
A short, redheaded figure stood on the parapets as Numair Salmalin rode towards the gates of Pirates Swoop. It was the only figure in sight. Where are all the guards? This isn't like George. Numair had been doing some nice, relaxing, (extremely dangerous) experiments when Jons' head had appeared in the flames. The king had looked panic-stricken - something was very wrong. Even now, as the mage rode up, Numair wasn't quite sure what the fuck was going on. Then he saw the bodies. Neat rows filled the courtyard just beyond the walls of the Swoop. Filled being the operative word. The open gates were more-or-less intact, showing only minimal fire damage. The surrounding harbour was ablaze. His confusion didn't last long, however, as a soot streaked man ran to meet him. "Master Numair! Thank the Gods! Please hurry, we can't loose her too!"
Loose her too? "Who?"
"The Lioness, sir. She's gonna jump, methinks!"
For all the jumbled thoughts racing through Numairs mind at that moment, Alannas was the opposite. All she could comprehend was It's all my fault Why wasn't anyone making sure none of the pieces of shit that did this got away? because there's no-one left he cold mind answered. The ships aflame in the harbour did nothing to appease her torment. It's all my fault Alanna stepped forward into nothingness.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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The Royal Palace in Corus was in an uproar as Kel, newly knighted, searched for Neal. Veralidaine Sarrasri, wildmage of Tortall, hurried past her in the opposite direction. No one was quite sure what was going on. The King had dispatched a company of the Kings Own and two groups of the Queens Riders a few hours ago, then run to saddle his own horse. The Queen had gone with the soldiers. Only quick words from Sir Gary of Naxen had kept King Jonathan in the capital this long. Something was desperately wrong, and Kel was determined to discover what it was.
Why am I so desperate to know? Kel frowned and picked up her pace. The rumour, duh The talk around the palace was that they had been sent to Pirates Swoop, home of the Lioness. Kels Hero. Despite the fact that Alanna had dined with Kel and her friends a couple of nights ago, after Kels Ordeal, the younger knight was still very much in awe of her. I thought Neal said she was grumpy!?! The womans frown deepened further. Neal will know what's going on, he always does . . .
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" . . . Third Company just rode in. They've started digging. She's luck you were there, Numair. She'd be dead if not for you. Do you think . . ."
"Drink this." Thayets face leered into view, a steaming mug clasped in her hand. Alanna looked away. The Queen sighed and placed the brew on a small table. "Alanna, sweetheart?"
" . . . "
"Do you remember what's happened?"
" . . . "
"Jon's on his way."
" . . . "
Fuck Queen Thayet of Tortall had ridden in with one of the rider groups just ahead of the company of soldiers. Numairs words had hit her hard. "No survivors". It seemed that the Swoop had been attacked just before dawn. Evidently, magic had been used to hide the pirates attack - the defenders were helpless, dead before the invaders had set foot on shore. Returning home from Corus around lunchtime, the Lioness had found the pirates plundering her home. She hadn't said a word since, other than the spell she had used to destroy those who had murdered her family. The pirates, too, had no survivors. All that was left for the soldiers to do was bury the dead - a total in the hundreds. Laid out in the next room were the bodies of the noble family of Pirates Swoop - Baron George Cooper and his five children. Also there, cold as marble, were Sir Myles of Olau and his wife Eleni, the childrens grandparents. The entire family had been waiting for Alanna to return, so they could travel together. To my sons wedding . . .
"Hurry up, Jon . . . "
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A/N: So there you have it. A prologue. Uh . . . sorry? Don't hate me. Notice I managed to only kill off a fief full of people? That was a great achievement for me. Expect angst later.(DUH) Luv ya!