Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the plot, really. The Wonder of Writing, Tamora Pierce, owns that. And the lyrics to the song 'Unwritten' go to Natasha Bedingfield.
A/N: I am going to rage at Jon so much, I hate him when he is with Alanna, sorry all Jon fans. Go George! By the way, the order of this isn't going to be strictly correct according to the story, but o well.
Unwritten
Alanna stared at the retreating figure of Jon. She was still simmering. How could he expect to read her mind! She was a person with her own thoughts, and he expected her to do exactly what he wanted, without her own decisions.
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Now, as she looked from her tent opening, she wondered, could she make her own choices? She could, and would. It was just the beginning of her adventures, and she wouldn't let anyone stop her.
Staring at the blank page before you,
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
She was so close to finding her own path. Alanna saddled Moonlight, signaled Coram to follow her, and rode into the desert.
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
She felt the flow of heat on her skin, no one could tell her what she should do or where she should go. She road in the words that had been left unsaid, and was going to go on her adventures, for her life was still unwritten.
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten...
Oh, Oh
She had broken tradition, she tried things that weren't supposed to happen, she'd been told to draw the line, but that wasn't how she lived.
I break tradition,
Sometimes my tries,
Are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes,
But I can't live that way
Now she was going to lead her own life, not letting people control her, she was so close to finding her own path, and she wasn't going to stop now.
Staring at the blank page before you,
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
As she rode, she felt her life flow through her, in her control, now it was her turn to be herself, instead of what he wanted.
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Her life was still unknown, even to her.
The rest is still unwritten...
Going into the unknown, finding things that were unheard of, finding the dark corners in the world and turning them to light, that was her quest.
Staring at the blank page before you,
open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Now it was her turn to speak her mind, to live her life…
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
To feel what most people have known all their lives. Now she doesn't have to pretend.
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
And to go on to her adventures.
The rest is still unwritten...