I wasn't sure this chapter was ready but just wanted to post something. Oh just to clear things up if you see any thing to do with the country of alderan it means Tortall and if you see the name Alean or something like that it means Alanna. This story started out as my own but i wanted feed back so I changed things around a little to fit Alanna. So with out further ado ......

Alanna struggled to stand as her legs threatened to give way beneath her. Her back smarted from the flogging she'd received earlier in the day. She still couldn't believe that she was in the stocks on top of all her other punishments.
"All I did was walk into town at the wrong time of day" Alanna thought. "Why did I have to be born with red hair? Why did I have to be born with purple …
SPLAT!!!
Alanna looked up instinctively at who ever had thrown the tomato, and then cursed at the blind fold she was wearing. Even when she was in the stocks the people were afraid she could put curse on them; so she wore a blind fold.
Of course all the curses and snake god stuff was rubbish, but almost every person in the country of Tortall believed it. Well almost every one there where a few exceptions. People like Luna.
Why Alanna had to wonder. Why had the government turned on people like her so suddenly? For the first ninety five years of the country of Tortall it hadn't mattered what you looked like, then practically over night any one with purple eyes and or red hair had become part of a hated race. Alanna couldn't understand it.
She knew that she couldn't really put curses on people. -She had tried before and failed- and she didn't like the sun more than any other person. In fact she liked the dark. It hid all differences between her and other people.
Another reason she liked the dark was that she was an excellent thief. That fact lined up with being a Diametirs for Diameter was also the god of thieves.
One thing did make her wonder about her origins. Ever sense her thirteenth birthday she had been able to feel what other people were thinking and some times, what they were about to say. She couldn't control it but sometimes she could feel an emotion radiating of someone like heat from a furnace, or a thought would enter her head, like a whisper, in the voice of whoever's thought it was. She wasn't even sure she wasn't imagining it. "I'm probably just judging the look on peoples faces" she told herself.
Just then the sound of horse's hooves heralded the approach of five or six people.
"Ah, here is our little gutter snake. Not so high and mighty now, are we?" Alanna started at the vaguely familiar voice. Were had she heard it before? "Who are you and what do you want" Alanna asked bitterly. "Who I am of no importance to you" his ice cold voice had the sound of authority in it as if he was accustom to being obeyed. "What is important is that you learn your lesson" Alanna heard a thunk between her left hand and her head. Before she knew it Alanna was being pelted from all sides by all manor of rotten fruit and vegetables. Then she was hit right behind the ear with a particularly hard apple. As she faded in to oblivion her only thought was "All I wanted to do was take a walk!"

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