Foreword I just wanted to explain this so that anyone reading this can understand it. This isn't an actual story. I simply take scenes from Tamora Pierce and rewrite them differently. A lot of these scenes will probably be in response to the "Write that Scene" game thread on the Dancing Dove. This is just to let everyone know what is going on, and that this is not a story, nor is it in any chronological order. I would also really appreciate reviews, even if it's just to tell me whether or not you think that this is a good idea. So R&R please!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, I do not own the plot. I am simply rewriting them differently. I am not making profit from this. All credit goes to Tamora Pierce. Credit to AmazonDreamer on the Dancing Dove for the idea.

In response to "Write that scene" in the "Games and Contests" Forum in the Dancing Dove. Alanna' and Jon's kiss on Alanna's 17th Birthday, ItHotG:

He was hidden in the shadows. He had come to the gardens instinctively, with a feeling that his suspicions would be confirmed that night. He did not have to wait long. A figure strode into view, a female, yet not completely a lady. Peering at her more carefully, he chuckled softly. The delicate appearance of the lady contrasted with the boyish stride and the bold manner. Shadows hid the violet eyes that he knew were there. That meant that the flaming red hair must have been hidden under the black wig. It was undoubtedly Alanna. She sat down, turning her face up to the moon, basking in its glow. He smiled affectionately from the niche in the garden walls where he hid. She was still so young! Despite the burden of the secret he knew she kept, despite all her troubles, she was but a girl, barely a young woman. There were so many things she didn't know, couldn't face. She walked further. When she came back, the Prince was waiting for her. From the distance he kept from her, he couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but he had a pretty good guess, as he saw her pull the wig from her hair, and the two comrades conversing quietly. Whatever Jonathan was saying, it was making Alanna uncomfortable. He watched from the shadows as Jonathan put an arm around Alanna, swiftly kissing her again and again. However, when Jonathan started unlacing her bodice, he thought it was a little too much. Holding his breath, he watched as Alanna shoved Jonathan away. When Jonathan laced up her bodice again, he sighed in relief. After Alanna fled, Jonathan followed slowly. When they had both gone out of sight, Myles finally stepped out of the shadows. He walked back to his rooms thoughtfully, laden with more fruit for thought. ~~~

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