Summary:
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I brought hi-her here, it should have been ME! Not HI-HER! Now because of my stupidity, my best friend is gone. Alan, no Alanna is gone and it's my fault.
Rating: T
Pairings: none that I know of currently
Disclaimer: I do not own the Song of the Lioness; I do however have the books.
I should never have gone to the Black City.
I should have listened to him—her.
Mythros I still can't believe that Alan is-was a girl. I was surprised to say the least, though probably not as surprised as her, given how the Ysandir modified the way she was dressed.
You're probably wondering who I am and what I'm going on about. I wouldn't be surprised if you thought I'm crazy. Hell, my best friend thin—thought I was crazy.
I should probably explain.
My name is Jonathan of Conté, crowned prince of Tortall, and a complete and total idiot.
I was the one who asked if Alanna come with us to Persepolis.
I was the one who wanted to sneak out to the Black City.
I was the one who wanted to continue exploring.
I was the one who wanted to go into the building in the city's central square.
I was the one who couldn't reach her, when I needed to.
And now Alanna of Trebond is gone, no more, deceased, dead.
And it's all my fault.
An: What would Tortall be like if Alanna hadn't become a knight?
-A question that came up during a conversation on crossovers with Jman12394.
QUESTION! I want to know if I should continue to write this story, please review to tell me yes or no.
Also the title is just a working title that I came up with on the spit, there is a chance that it will be changed.
That is all, thank you.