Distant Memories
Summary: During the war at the Drell River, Alanna is taken as a prisoner back to Tusaine. Life is hard and unfair. Will Alanna ever find her way back home to her prince and thief? Or will her old life turn into distant memories?
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own these characters, countries or anything. I just added in a few extra character's to make things exciting.
Author's note: This is my first Tammy story that isn't a oneshot or songfic, so don't be too harsh! And please Review!
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As Alanna mounted her horse, she wondered how her life had come to be what it was. In just a few short weeks, her life had changed dramatically.
First she had been captured by Jem Tanner and taken as prisoner alongside Micah and Keel. They awoke to find themselves in no more than a wooden hut.
When the three saw they had been bound by heavy chains, Alanna had been able to pick the locks. But someone had wanted to keep Squire Alan as a hostage. Therefore her chains were sorcerer and pick proof.
That was when Duke Hilam and Count Jemis arrived. While the Duke and Count arrived, Micah and Keel left. Or rather fled, ran for their lives. But when the prince arrived everything went downhill. He – like Alanna – was captured.
But the prince was to be ransomed. That was the end of the war. King Roald would give up the entire River Drell just to ensure the safety of his son and Tortall's only heir.
Alanna's fate was to be a different one to Jon's. To Alanna, her fate was still unknown. She was only certain that she was riding into the heart of Tusaine. You see no ransom had been made for her. The Prince, who was royal, was expected to be ransomed. As were nobles, yet she was being taken back as a prisoner.
So when, no ransom came, she found herself being tied to her horse and taken back to Tusaine. Alanna could do nothing to prevent it. The chains stopped her from using magic. At this point, she could only hope that someone would save her, but at the same time, hated feeling so helpless.
Alanna tries once more to rid herself of the chains, but failed. Hilam saw her try though.
"I'm not amused by you prisoner, don't try my patience," Hilam spat.
Alanna was too tired to argue. Besides, she told herself, I'm sure I'll have plenty opportunities to give him a piece of my mind later. But she didn't know how true that thought was.
They made camp for the night, and were off again at dawn. By Midday it seemed as if they had reached their destination.
Alanna soon learnt that she was at the home of Duke Hilam. She was given a room which was no larger than a shoebox. It barely had room for the uncomfortable bed he allowed her.
"A wee lad, with little honor, deserves nothing more," Hilam sneered.
"Then a big lad with no honor like yourself deserves to sleep with the pigs," Alanna snapped back.
"You'll be sorry you said that," Hilam said in a tone that made her half fear him.
"Oh no," Alanna began, "I do not regret anything that I say or do and no warthog will change that."
Hilam was furious and locked Alanna in her rooms. He gave her no supper – to teach her a lesson. Hilam could hardly starve a noble.
But Alanna knew the troubles her tongue could get her into and had taken advantage of the lunch, eating as much as she could. That didn't mean she wasn't hungry that night though.
She drifted off to sleep wondering what the next day would have in store for her.
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Author's note: This chapter was more of a Prologue. I know they are short chapters, but I will be updating quickly.
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