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Summary: What would happen if Roger had killed Alanna at the end of In The Hand Of The Goddess? It's got a twist to it.
Chapter One –Blurred Alanna opened her eyes, to be met by a blinding white light. She groaned and covered her eyes. But this did nothing, and after a while she decided to just get up. She stood up, and tried to survey her surroundings. She couldn't see anything; she was surrounded by the light. It was a strange light, a bit like mist, only brighter. She stood there, then began to walk. As she walked, she felt herself stumble, and felt a slight twinge in her ribs and gasp.
She was fighting with Roger of Conté, and he was furious. The entire kingdom had just found out she was a female, and Roger looked like he wanted to kill her, not just looked like it Alanna knew he did want to kill her. She fought back, she wouldn't let him win, and she wouldn't let him know she was afraid. Fear was a weakness, one she was forcing down at that very minute. But she couldn't deny it to herself. She knew she was afraid, and she knew that fear was taking over her. But she didn't give up. He used his magic to fool her, but she grabbed the amber stone to see what he was doing, but it didn't stop him. He persisted until she grew weak, and his rage mad him unpredictable. Finally his sword managed to undergo hers and made itself to her ribs. She fell, a cry of agony upon her lips. She looked up to see him looking down at her, a triumphant smile on his lips. Then the world went black.
Alanna opened her eyes, as she realized that she had closed them. She didn't know what happened after that. After falling unconscious she had woken up here. She felt her ribs, and was surprised it didn't hurt. She couldn't have been asleep so long that the wound had healed. She lifted her shirt to examine it, only to find she didn't have any scars. In fact, she didn't find any evidence that she'd been hurt on her stomach, let alone had a sword go through it. Feeling extremely scared, as common sense told her that she hadn't just miraculously healed, that something strange was going on. Now that she thought about it, she didn't have any scars. Not from training, nothing. Not even scars from getting skinned knees as a kid. She was feeling extremely freaked out by this point, not wanting to look at her scar less body.
Then she heard a voice she had heard twice before. A voice that hurt her ears with its power. Alanna opened her eyes.
"Great goddess?" She asked her eyes widening.
"Yes my child?" The goddess asked.
"Huh?" Alanna gawked as she realized that the goddess assumed she was just saying her name. "I…uh…why are you here? Hell, why am I here?" "My daughter, you are so intelligent." The goddess told her. "Surely you must know." "What!" Alanna gasped. "No, this is not what I think it is, it couldn't possibly—No! I wont accept this." "It wont make it less real." The goddess told her. "You have to face it Alanna. You're—" "No!" Alanna cried fiercely. "Don't say it." "Child," The goddess said. "You must come to terms with your death."
Okay, I'll end it here. I don't really know why, but I felt the inspiration to write it. Please review, coz if u don't I don't think I'll continue.
Summary: What would happen if Roger had killed Alanna at the end of In The Hand Of The Goddess? It's got a twist to it.
Chapter One –Blurred Alanna opened her eyes, to be met by a blinding white light. She groaned and covered her eyes. But this did nothing, and after a while she decided to just get up. She stood up, and tried to survey her surroundings. She couldn't see anything; she was surrounded by the light. It was a strange light, a bit like mist, only brighter. She stood there, then began to walk. As she walked, she felt herself stumble, and felt a slight twinge in her ribs and gasp.
She was fighting with Roger of Conté, and he was furious. The entire kingdom had just found out she was a female, and Roger looked like he wanted to kill her, not just looked like it Alanna knew he did want to kill her. She fought back, she wouldn't let him win, and she wouldn't let him know she was afraid. Fear was a weakness, one she was forcing down at that very minute. But she couldn't deny it to herself. She knew she was afraid, and she knew that fear was taking over her. But she didn't give up. He used his magic to fool her, but she grabbed the amber stone to see what he was doing, but it didn't stop him. He persisted until she grew weak, and his rage mad him unpredictable. Finally his sword managed to undergo hers and made itself to her ribs. She fell, a cry of agony upon her lips. She looked up to see him looking down at her, a triumphant smile on his lips. Then the world went black.
Alanna opened her eyes, as she realized that she had closed them. She didn't know what happened after that. After falling unconscious she had woken up here. She felt her ribs, and was surprised it didn't hurt. She couldn't have been asleep so long that the wound had healed. She lifted her shirt to examine it, only to find she didn't have any scars. In fact, she didn't find any evidence that she'd been hurt on her stomach, let alone had a sword go through it. Feeling extremely scared, as common sense told her that she hadn't just miraculously healed, that something strange was going on. Now that she thought about it, she didn't have any scars. Not from training, nothing. Not even scars from getting skinned knees as a kid. She was feeling extremely freaked out by this point, not wanting to look at her scar less body.
Then she heard a voice she had heard twice before. A voice that hurt her ears with its power. Alanna opened her eyes.
"Great goddess?" She asked her eyes widening.
"Yes my child?" The goddess asked.
"Huh?" Alanna gawked as she realized that the goddess assumed she was just saying her name. "I…uh…why are you here? Hell, why am I here?" "My daughter, you are so intelligent." The goddess told her. "Surely you must know." "What!" Alanna gasped. "No, this is not what I think it is, it couldn't possibly—No! I wont accept this." "It wont make it less real." The goddess told her. "You have to face it Alanna. You're—" "No!" Alanna cried fiercely. "Don't say it." "Child," The goddess said. "You must come to terms with your death."
Okay, I'll end it here. I don't really know why, but I felt the inspiration to write it. Please review, coz if u don't I don't think I'll continue.