Hope
A/N Sorry, haven't updated in a LONG time. I had a really bad fever.
*Back in Corus, our hero finally surfaces*
"Are you sure?" He asked for confirmation, his knuckles white as he clutched the arms of his chair.
"Positive," the man before him confirmed, "would I have told you if I wasn't? Prince Jonathan himself gave me the message to give to you."
George sighed deeply, knowing what he said made sense and hating it. If the information he was getting was true, then Alanna was in big trouble, and he couldn't do a thing about it. There were times when knowing your messengers are always telling the truth can be a bad thing.
"What are you going to do?" the man before him asked, a bit on the nervous side.
"What CAN I do?" George said, "I can't turn my back on all of you for that long, you know I can't." His frowned, overwhelmed by indecisiveness, "but I have to. I...I can't leave the las-lad there by himself."
"And you would leave US? It's-"
"Too risky, I know," George interrupted, "but...there just isn't a choice. If what you're saying is true, then Alan doesn't have any form of help right now and he is a friend. I have to go help him."
"Why not send a few of us?" the other man suggested.
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just..." George swallowed back the real reason, that she was a girl, who he has fallen in love with, "this is something I need to do."
"Are you sure you won't change your mind?"
"I can always change my mind. But I can't change my heart." His mind made up, the Rogue started to get ready for who knows what awaited him.
*Remember the two "chums of mine"?*
Micah could only run as fast as he can as a spear whizzed past his ear to land on the ground in front of him. Behind him he heard Keel gasp for breath as he attempted to catch up to his companion.
"Come on, Keel," Micah urged without looking back, "we need to get out of here. If not for our sake, then Squire Alan's."
That seemed to give him the burst of energy he needed to avoid a body slam from one of the guards. The two of them boosted off and miraculously, lost the guards.
Keel allowed himself a backwards glance as he saw the guards moving in the direction that they had come from. That was good for them-but more likely bad for Squire Alan.
Most likely VERY bad for him.
*Again I apologise for the cliffie as we switch back to Jon, by the river*
"I can't do this," he told Myles for the thousandth time, "I can't stay here while Alan goes through who knows what on that other side of the gods blest river."
Me neither. Faithful agreed, his fur standing on end from pure anticipation.
"Be calm, both of you," Myles told them gently but firmly, "I'm worried for him too, but this isn't going to help. Jonathan, I know what you're thinking. You can't."
"And why not?" Jon asked him, "he's my squire!"
They were interrupted by the clamor of men outside their tent. Myles frowned and poked his head outside, to be fallen on by a huge weight. At least that's what it seemed like. As Myles got to his feet, he looked over the two people outside his tent, and realized who they were.
"Come in," he told Micah and Keel, both exhausted and wounded, "have some food."
*now we switch back to our heroine Alanna, who in the least is worse for wear*
Alanna gritted her teeth as unbelievable pain ran through her, searing her very bones like only lightning could. It made her want to scream, but she didn't, because she didn't want to give the enemy the satisfaction of having won.
Her main concern, apart from getting away from the place, was her identity, and how close they had come to discovering it. She knew that one wrong move, and the enemy will discover that their "Squire Alan" was indeed a girl. She didn't even want to THINK about what might happen then.
She squinted her eyes shut again, letting the pain wash over her like she'd been taught to do so long ago. She begged silently for help of any kind, because as much as she might hate to admit it, she was having trouble keeping her spirit up.
Jonathan will come for me, she told herself, he has to. Or...or maybe somebody else. George, perhaps, or Micah and Keel. I'm sure somebody will save me.
Yet that didn't comfort her in the least. Because she wanted everyone to be home, where it was safe.
A/N Sorry, haven't updated in a LONG time. I had a really bad fever.
*Back in Corus, our hero finally surfaces*
"Are you sure?" He asked for confirmation, his knuckles white as he clutched the arms of his chair.
"Positive," the man before him confirmed, "would I have told you if I wasn't? Prince Jonathan himself gave me the message to give to you."
George sighed deeply, knowing what he said made sense and hating it. If the information he was getting was true, then Alanna was in big trouble, and he couldn't do a thing about it. There were times when knowing your messengers are always telling the truth can be a bad thing.
"What are you going to do?" the man before him asked, a bit on the nervous side.
"What CAN I do?" George said, "I can't turn my back on all of you for that long, you know I can't." His frowned, overwhelmed by indecisiveness, "but I have to. I...I can't leave the las-lad there by himself."
"And you would leave US? It's-"
"Too risky, I know," George interrupted, "but...there just isn't a choice. If what you're saying is true, then Alan doesn't have any form of help right now and he is a friend. I have to go help him."
"Why not send a few of us?" the other man suggested.
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just..." George swallowed back the real reason, that she was a girl, who he has fallen in love with, "this is something I need to do."
"Are you sure you won't change your mind?"
"I can always change my mind. But I can't change my heart." His mind made up, the Rogue started to get ready for who knows what awaited him.
*Remember the two "chums of mine"?*
Micah could only run as fast as he can as a spear whizzed past his ear to land on the ground in front of him. Behind him he heard Keel gasp for breath as he attempted to catch up to his companion.
"Come on, Keel," Micah urged without looking back, "we need to get out of here. If not for our sake, then Squire Alan's."
That seemed to give him the burst of energy he needed to avoid a body slam from one of the guards. The two of them boosted off and miraculously, lost the guards.
Keel allowed himself a backwards glance as he saw the guards moving in the direction that they had come from. That was good for them-but more likely bad for Squire Alan.
Most likely VERY bad for him.
*Again I apologise for the cliffie as we switch back to Jon, by the river*
"I can't do this," he told Myles for the thousandth time, "I can't stay here while Alan goes through who knows what on that other side of the gods blest river."
Me neither. Faithful agreed, his fur standing on end from pure anticipation.
"Be calm, both of you," Myles told them gently but firmly, "I'm worried for him too, but this isn't going to help. Jonathan, I know what you're thinking. You can't."
"And why not?" Jon asked him, "he's my squire!"
They were interrupted by the clamor of men outside their tent. Myles frowned and poked his head outside, to be fallen on by a huge weight. At least that's what it seemed like. As Myles got to his feet, he looked over the two people outside his tent, and realized who they were.
"Come in," he told Micah and Keel, both exhausted and wounded, "have some food."
*now we switch back to our heroine Alanna, who in the least is worse for wear*
Alanna gritted her teeth as unbelievable pain ran through her, searing her very bones like only lightning could. It made her want to scream, but she didn't, because she didn't want to give the enemy the satisfaction of having won.
Her main concern, apart from getting away from the place, was her identity, and how close they had come to discovering it. She knew that one wrong move, and the enemy will discover that their "Squire Alan" was indeed a girl. She didn't even want to THINK about what might happen then.
She squinted her eyes shut again, letting the pain wash over her like she'd been taught to do so long ago. She begged silently for help of any kind, because as much as she might hate to admit it, she was having trouble keeping her spirit up.
Jonathan will come for me, she told herself, he has to. Or...or maybe somebody else. George, perhaps, or Micah and Keel. I'm sure somebody will save me.
Yet that didn't comfort her in the least. Because she wanted everyone to be home, where it was safe.