Well sorry again for the delay...So I will post two at once...this is a three part story prequel to Last Chance :)
Disclaimer: All characters noticeable belong to Tamora Pierce.
Moonlight streaking through their bedroom, he got up from the bed feeling too restless. Something was going to happen. It was a horrible gut feeling, the same when his father went for that ride a few days after his mother died. The same gut feeling he felt when Roger pretended his innocence for his father. The same gut feeling after he rode away from the fight in the desert. This time his subconscious was telling him something he would rather not comprehend.
It happened again. Thayet went out to shop with Alanna for better daggers to lend to some of Queen's Riders. The temple that they passed just happened to nearly crush his fiancée, and if not for Alanna there to push her out of the way, she would have died. This time it was slightly more obvious to him, yet he still refused to believe it. Thayet was a sweet woman. Why should the gods try to kill her? Especially Mithros? And with temples crumbling to smother her? Ridiculous.
The scarier part was whenever he prayed to Mithros and even the Goddess on several occasions that Thayet should be safe from all harm, if he had any incense, it would suddenly burst into flames and die out.
Alanna had been worried about the same thing. It was not like the Goddess to turn against her when praying for her fiancé who was also in the path of much destruction. He refused. His theory was absurd, but when he saw disconcerted she was, he told her. There were no laughs, no sarcasm, and no words of him needing to be put in an asylum. She simply took it in and left the room. There was nothing worse than her temper than her icy cold silence.
One week. No word from his Lioness. Every time they passed in the hallways, she simply looked up at him with wide eyes and sprinted after breaking their eye contact.
Fists clenched, he decided to take action and cornered her after one of their council meetings.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"You were right."
"What are you talking about? Is this about the meeting because I don't care about it now. I want to know what is going on and –"
"Your theory was right. The Gods are mad at us, and I don't know why. They refuse to answer me and tell me otherwise. You have to do something, Jon! I can't just sit here and watch two very important people in my life die!" After words of agreement, he consented and told her he would do something about it. But what and how?
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