OK, so this is my song-fic with the song The World is black. Wow... sounds gothic i know... but R&R anyway nu?
Disclaimer- I own no books or people form tamora peirce's books... all 20 somethin of them.
Turn
on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing
it's just a different day and
No one really knows why this is
happening
But it's happening
"Alan of Trebond... or should we say Alanna of Trebond." The king roared from his chair on the dais. Jonathan stood next to him, his sapphire eyes blocked and impassive. The King's Own stood clustered in the room, angry.
"Your majesty." Alanna swept a stiff imformal bow in his direction. The group's eyes were large as they saw her obvious disrespect. After fighting the Yasandirs (A/N, is that right?) Jonathan had angrily told everyone her identity, promising grave consequences when they returned from the desert. And now, here they were.
And
everywhere you go it's just a different place
You get the same
dark feeling
See the same sad faces
No one really cares that
this is happening
"What do you plead!" Jonathan hissed, looking over her head. Everything that they had shared, every laugh, now seemed a lie. It hurt to think that she didn't ever let him know. And now was his time to get back at her.
"I
plead guilty, Jon." Alanna snapped. Blood boiled in her angry
veins. Moisture struck her skin, to only hiss, and disappear. How
angry she was. We come into this world
And we all are
the same
In that moment there's no one to blame
"Then
by the power vested in me, the king of Tortall, I bring exile unto
your name. In 2 years, you may return. With no name or you may claim
dishonor." He roared. The king's face was red with fury. He
pounded his fist onto the arm of his chair, and two guards dragged
her to her rooms to pack. But the world is black
And
hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what we're told
Alanna wondered what would've happened if she'd never gone. If she had just went to the convent. None of this pain would've happened. None of it at all.
And
we can't go back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the
things we've seen, seen
"Pack." A guard ordered, thrusting her into her room. She took 2 bags and thrust her things into it. Putting on armour, and strapping it on tightly, she shouldered the two packs, and walked to the door. No side long glances, no turning back.
"Wench."
The other guard hissed. Alanna chose to ignor the remark, and
followed the two down to the stables. Someone had saddled moonlight,
and Faithfull sat in his seat, waiting. Alanna clambered on, kicking
moonlight into a trot. Living in this place it's always
been this way
There's no one doing nothing so there's nothing
changed
And I can't live when this world just keeps dying
It's
dying
Galloping out of the courtyard, Alanna thundered past everyone, armor glinting. People stopped and stared at the squire leaving so hurriedly. A man with a nose too big for his face stood in the road, arms folded.
"Move George." Alanna ordered. George's face held sadness, and he gave her a look of love before saying softly, "Be safe lass, I will miss you." Alanna's horse reared, and he moved out of the way. Alanna gave a nod, before thundering past.
People
always tell me this is part of the plan
that God's got everybody
in His hands
but I can only pray that God is listening
is He
listening?
Down the roads she went, nearly trampling people in her wake. Out of the town she went, nearly for a second, forgetting that Jon had hurt her. Pain hurt her soul, wrenching rips and tears into her feelings. Tears poured as she drew her sword and sent moonlight into a rear in response to her pain. "Farewell Corus. I am exiled." She thundered, tears streaming down her face. Kicking her horse into a gallop, she slowly disappeared beyond a hill.
We're
living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay
perfect now I see
Jonathan
watched from his window. Her words rang through his ears as a tear
fell down. He was stupid. Oh so stupid. But the world is
black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what
we're told
Alanna
swung herself off of her saddle and fell onto the earth underneath an
oak tree, sobbing. She punched the earth, screaming in agony of her
dreams being ripped from her cold fingers. It hurt so much to think
she was so close. Jon, a friend, had betrayed her. Never again.
Never again would she trust a male. Or anyone. She would come back.
She would compete in so many things. They would regret her leaving.
They would pay for it.
And
we can't go back
it won't be the same
forever changed
by the
things we've seen, seen, seen
Jon began to cry. He had been foolish. He had been dumb. It was
wrong to do that because she hadn't shared a secret in her safety.
He wanted to run and get her before she was gone forever. We
come into this world
And we all are the same
And in that moment
there's no one to blame
But we're living in this world
Growing
colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect now I see
"Never. They will pay." Alanna vowed. Taking her dagger, she sliced her arm, letting the blood drop onto the dirt to seal the promise. Wind swirled around her, cooling her hot tears. Crying, she pulled herself onto her horse, seething with anger. Kicking Moonlight, she rode long and hard. The Bahir would comfort her. She knew it somewhere in the deep part of her gut.
The world is black
And hearts are cold
There's no
hope
That's what we're told
Jon sobbed on his bed, face buried in his pillow. Rhoal patted his back comfortingly and whispered words of consolation. Rhoal looked up at the ceiling, tears sprinkling his face in pain.
And we can't go back
(We can't go back)
It won't be the
same
(It won't be the same)
Forever changed
(What will ever
change)
By the things we've seen, seen, seen
Alanna gripped her sword. Heading south, Alanna and Faithful chose not to talk. What was there to say? Nothing. Nothing at all.
Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the
same damn thing it's just a different day
And no one really knows
why this is happening.
Jon looked up at his friend. Getting up from his bed, Jon walked over to the window. "Oh Alanna," He moaned, "What have I done?"
Wahoo! My first fan-fic! R&R please! Tell me if I should keep going! Till next time!