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On the RunAfter you read this chapter plz review! r/r
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I've got it all but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside
Tell me what is this thing that I'm feel like I'm missing
And why can't I let go?
There's got to be more to life…
Then chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm…
Tripping out thinking that there must be more to life
Well there's life, but I'm sure there's gotta be more to
life than wanting more. I've got the time and I'm
wasting it slowly. Here in this moment I'm halfway
out the door. Onto the next thing I'm searching
for something that's missing.
Than waiting on something other than this. Why
am I feeling' like there's something I missed…
Stacie Orrico
Alanna of Trebond lay in her bed in Trebond. Tomorrow, Alanna was going to the convent, where all her dreams would be crushed. She turned over on her bed and saw her twin, Thom sleeping, his red hair sticking to his pillow with sweat. She could only imagine what he was dreaming. She was the one who wanted to become a knight, not Thom. She had suggested that they switch places but Lord Alan was passing by when he heard them talking about switching. Thom had agreed to switch. Alan made sure that they were separated: Thom to Corus and Alanna to the City of Gods. He locked the twins' door so they couldn't run away which Alanna was planning to do.
Before she went to bed, Alanna went to the stables and ordered that her horse was saddled. And then she took a brush and went over to Thom's pony, Chubby. While she groomed Chubby she thought of her escape plan. She turned around and ran into the new saddle boy. She heard he was a thief or something and he was paying for the things he stole by working there in the Trebond stable. She guessed he was about sixteen or seventeen. Alanna was surprised that he wasn't dead because the Lord Provost hated thieves especially this one. The thief was quite a nice person. He had dancing hazel eyes, auburn hair, and he never seemed to get angry. His nose was a little big but hey, who's perfect? When Alanna ran into him they both fell to the ground. He stood up first and reached out a hand to help her up. She officially changed her mind. This man couldn't possibly be a thief; he was too kind.
"Thank you," she said blushing a little at her own stupidity, "I'm a little uncoordinated."
"No problem," he looked at her and grinned, "You're Alanna right?" She nodded. "My name is George." Alanna smiled and shook his hand.
"You won't see me around here anymore," Alanna said, "I'll be at the convent." She looked down at her boots.
"So I've heard," George put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. "Although you can't become a knight, what about a Shang?"
"You mean you think I would be a good fighter?" she asked, not very many people thought she could fight, besides Coram.
"Think? I know you'd be a great fighter, I've seen you with arrows. You're amazing!" George hopped up and sat on Chubby's gate/stable thing. Alanna imitated George.
"The only problem is I'm too old to become a Shang, you have to be seven at the most," Alanna said.
"I could teach you some fighting arts," George said a smile forming his lips, "Before I came here I was a sort of a-`` "A thief, right? I know." "Does everyone know?" he asked.
"I doubt my father does, he rarely comes out of the library, the only times he comes out is when he has business but recently he's been going on walks with his fiancé." She shuddered, she hated Lady Carey, and she hated Alanna. There were a few moments of silence then, "George?" He raised his eyebrows. "I want to runaway." George started laughing a little.
"Really? And how long perhaps?" he asked laughing so hard he almost peed.
"It's not funny. I don't want to be a lady and get married and have children that can only look pretty. I don't want to be normal. I want to have adventures! I want to find the Dominion Jewel! I want to slay the Ysandir! I want to join a Bazhir tribe!" she said. George fooled around in his pocket and pulled out little mettle things. "These are lock picks," he said, "I heard that your father will be locking your door tonight so at around three a.m. meet me here. Agreed?" George's eyebrows were knitted together.
"Agreed," Alanna agreed, "Thank you George I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met you here tonight." She hugged him then went to bed.
She's a tough lass, George thought, A silly one at that.
Hey! I hoped you liked it. I know I liked writing it. I'm writing this because I'm a total A/G fan. Don't worry to you A/J fans, you might like it as well, it's not all romance.