A/N: My apologies, fair people of . Yes, this is a story that was formerly posted under the pen name Senbazuru. Unfortunately, I was unable to write for quite some time (seven years or so), and have since forgotten the login information to my old account. Thus, this is being reposted under a new name so I can continue adding chapters. I have contacted the support team and I have asked them to delete my old account(s) so I can have my conscience free from this seeming duplicity.
Eh, we'll see if it works...
So, once again, for the pleasure of the community, I give you...the prologue.
Forgotten Dream
by willfulserenity
Prologue
Have you ever heard of parallel universes? Parallel universes are made up of all the decisions we don't make. If I were to have a choice between eating a chocolate ice cream cone or a vanilla ice cream cone, I would probably eat the chocolate one. So what happens to the vanilla cone? What if I did eat it after all?
It isn't every day that you discover that there are different worlds. But have you ever thought of what that other world would be like? I'm sure the other world can be fun, but it has just as many errors as the world we live in now.
My name is Alanna…Alanna of Trebond. You may know me as the first Lady Knight, as the girl who cleverly disguised herself as a boy in order to become a page. The girl who defied the regulations and standards of the land and pretty much tossed them back in the king's face. Well, that's me in my parallel universe.
Who am I?
I am Alanna of Trebond, the girl who tried to become a knight, but was discovered and sent back. The girl who tried to run away with a Shang warrior, but was caught. The girl who my father tried to send to the convent, but escaped.
This is my true story, the unabridged version from my very own lips. It may not be as exciting as you wish, or as monotonous as you'd expect. You may ask "Well, what can she do if she's not getting married to some decrepit gap-toothed man, associating with princes, or acting as bouncer for the Dancing Dung?" Hm? It's not called the Dancing Dung? Well, whatever you call it...
Ask no more, for I am about to tell you a tale that has long been shunned. A tale that has been mocked from here to the ends of the earth.
A forgotten dream.