This is my first fan-fiction, hope it lives up to your standards.
I do not own inheritance cycle but I do own Alanna along with themes in this. Bear with me in this first chapter, it may look boring but it does give information needed later on. (Sorry it's a little boring.)
Black: Prologue
My name is Alanna and this is my story.
I crawled along the tunnel, I hated this tunnel, I was the only one who could get down it because I was the only child in the mine. It was very narrow and low, barely larger than I was. I still had to crawl down it day after day after day.
Tied to my foot was the bucket I was taking to put the coal I found into. The pick in it rattled loudly.
I accidentally I picked myself up to high as I moved forward, scrapping the skin off the small of my back. I bit back a curse and kept moving, if I didn't fill the bucket soon I would get a beating.
The pain in my back made me think back to the days when my mother Bellanca was still alive. If this had happened back then, I would have been able to sit on her lap and cry before going to sleep. I had been only five back then though so it had been fine to do so then. I was nearly sixteen now.
Making it to the small bubble of space at the end of he tunnel from where I'd taken enough coal to make it possible to sit up.
Pulling my foot, and the bucket into the bubble I took the pick out and, going by feel I started collecting coal.
A while later I wriggled back into the tunnel. Moving slowly this time I traversed back down the tunnel. Handing the bucket to the overseer I waited for him to empty it and give it back. When he did I went back down the tunnel.
My days were monotonous, each one more boring than the last one. It had been different when my mother was still around. She'd told me stories about the outside world. Something I would never see. She'd told me of the trees and grass, sometimes she seemed to be telling me just so she could remind herself. Sometimes in the dead of night she would tell me of my father, Alden.
That had all changed when there had been killed in the gas explosion, I was one of the few slaves who survived.
I wanted to get out of the mine, I couldn't see how I ever would though, I didn't even know where the entrance to the mine was. I wanted to meet my father, it was right at the the top of my wish list, under only reaching the surface.
At the end of the day I way escorted back to the sleeping room. I had been fast that day, so I was one of the first ones there. I sat down and didn't make move as the man who'd brought me fumbled around with the chain. It closed with a click around my ankle.
I lay down and closed my eyes, there was nothing better to do until all the other slaves had arrived. If I started talking now then I would get a beating. The slavers didn't like to think that us slaves could talk.
When we were all there and chained up the last of the slavers left and the whispering started.
I was too tired to join in so I simply tuned it out and fell into a deep slumber.
Little did I know that my sleep was going to be interrupted.
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Please also note that if the style of writing doesn't always match up it's because my writing changes according to my mood.