A/N: So this little drabble just randomly came to me, though it started much differently. It's probably been done a billion times before, but whatever. And I'll format this like SoTP, so there may be more TP drabbles to come. I'll see. -Title: Twenty Years- -Word Count: 169- -Warnings: AU, Alanna's POV-
It's been twenty years now. Twenty long years since she lost the dream she would have fought anything for. Twenty long years of trying to forget-- and always remembering.
Sometimes she thinks she was crazy to believe she could have talked Thom around, but he had been so opposed to becoming a knight. And she had wanted to, so badly.
All those dreams. All that work. For nothing.
Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if things had all worked out the way she had planned.
Maybe Thom wouldn't have died as a squire in the Tusaine War. Maybe King Roger, once a Duke, wouldn't have killed his younger cousin and taken the throne. Maybe they wouldn't have lost half of Tortall to Galla, Maren, and Carthak. Maybe…
Who knows what could have happened?
But she shakes her head, resignedly. After all, it was only a dream, a half-formed dream of a foolish and headstrong young girl. Really, who was she to think that she could have changed things?
