School is sooooo long and tiring, this is the first time I written in weeks. I serious fell asleep twice!!! Any how, I would like to thank someone who has given me such a great review that I post it in front of my binder…Arcander!!! You are the greatest! So I guess I should begin without further ado.
Disclaimer: I will NEVER be Tamora Pierce.
Darkness filled a room that somehow had colorful essence in its shadowy depths. A woman or at least, looked like a woman half the time, sat herself on the Throne of Destruction. Her body morphed every moment, taking various shapes, first a horse with an orca tail and hair of snakes, then an octopus with lizard feet on the tentacles and duck wings. Her shape changed so quickly, no one paid much attention to her form. Then, a tall man with brown black hair that lay neatly on his head and eyes of sapphires approached her. She immediately took the shape of a creamy skinned blond with a flaunting figure and red lips. Her eyes were the only things that changed now. First green, then orange, then yellow…
"Hmm, so good to have you here," she purred. "What do you think of the Realm of Chaos?"
He smiled, taking hand and brushing it with his lips. "It suits you, your purpose."
The woman crossed her legs elegantly and shrugged her shoulders. "I would hope so. It is so dreary in the Divine Lands without a bit of darkness."
"But, that's not what you brought me from the Mortal Realms to discuss, I trust."
"Of course not, have a seat," the woman conjured up a seat with a flick of her wrist. "Could I tempt you with something to eat?"
A small form of darkness held a silver platter adorned with small appetizers. None of them looked edible.
The man shook his head. He was not here for a dinner date.
"I suppose you would like to get to business."
They talked until the man said he needed to leave. The woman smile graciously and bid him farewell. The second he left, her smile turned to a sneer that made her seemingly beautiful face ugly.
"What a pawn that Duke Roger of Conte' is. Give him a power hungry beautiful woman who is stupidly fascinated with his charm and looks and he will believe anything. His thirst for the throne helps my plans, after he gains it, I will dispose of him and turn the world to Chaos!" the woman laughed so sinisterly that some darkness flinched, though they were commonly use to her evil schemes.
But, then her face changed. For those who didn't know her, they would say a flash of worry crossed her face.
"If the Gods were to succeed, all could be lost and I will have to wait another 4 millenniums. I will have to deal with this, Alanna of Trebond accordingly."
Then the woman laughed and laughed, her voice echoing into the Mortal Realms where a red headed lady was held in the embrace of her lover while her husband to be entered, with his sword naked in his hand.
"My lord, I…" Alanna began but words failed her. There was no real explanation for the position she was in, so she kept quiet.
Jon looked from Alanna to George, his face hid his thoughts, but his eyes revealed a gleam of something. Alanna hoped it wasn't hunger, but before she had time to inspect further, the gleam left as fast as it came.
"The King of Thieves," Jon bowed mockingly.
"I should have known it was you."
"Glad to hear that ye still remember me, highness," George said sweetly, though it was plain to see for anyone who wasn't blind that he had to force his calm tone through living tissue.
Jon lifted his eyebrow, but then motioned for his guards to enter.
"You may escort the Lady Alanna to my bed chamber. I'll deal with her later."
As soon as the lady's presence dissolved into the night air, Jon returned to the current situation. He leaped to the thief, strangling George until his face turned a delicate shade of blue.
"You had to take her! All I have! She belongs to me! Not you. I'm going to kill you! I swear it by Mithros and the Goddess. I'm going kill you!"
George side stepped the angry prince, throwing him over his hip and dug his heel into Jon's solar plexus.
"Never," George rasped.
* * * *
Alanna clutched her belly, her stomached ached. The guards have just thrown her into the prince's chambers, but it wasn't the force of the throw. Something lingered passed the shock of falling into a sea of furs and silk. She ran into the bathroom. It was probably just her monthly courses. It was to begin two days ago, but perhaps it came late. When she arrived beside the toilet, she checked. No blood. Then Alanna widened her eyes in shock. She grasped around her neck frantically, searching for her charm. It was gone. The prince must have taken it off when she was unconscious. Alanna fainted, her head hitting against the sink painfully. She was pregnant, with the prince's child.
* * * *
"Not again!" the red head shouted angrily at the fire. He began to throw papers into the fire, cursing it with his gift. The flames evaporated from the intensity of magic. A tall black haired man realized what his friend was doing and he forced the man from the fire place, sat him on a chair and gave him a glass of wine.
"What is wrong Thom?" the black haired man questioned the other sternly.
"There is something going on with my sister, Arram. I have tried to See into the fire about 5 times since I left. I can't reach her. Something's blocking my vision."
"Perhaps there is a higher power at work. Perhaps," Arram considered his words carefully. "Perhaps she is protected by the gods."
Thom spat out the wine he had slipped into his mouth, awaiting the taller man's answer.
"Yeah right," Thom laughed, punching Arram's arm lightly. Arram turned from the hysterical red head. He saw nothing funny about it.
* * * *
Jon escaped the older man's weight and hawked him down, and kept him down with his blade positioned sweetly against George's trachea, murmuring threats with each gleam of the metal.
George's eyes widened as the prince pushed his blade down, deeper and deeper into his chest. When the Jon pulled out his sword from George's throat, George shivered. Blood was choking him, spilling out of his mouth.
"She will never be your's."
Little did Jon know that those words would curse him, curse him into the nightmare he hoped to prevent.
Don't kill me! Don't kill me! There is more going on, so don't kill me! I swear that it'll come out ok. HINT! HINT! Now, remember what happened to those certain people who were less than polite. Let that be warning to all of you! Review please.
~Zodi Aqua
