She fled the room, watched by a stony King and his worried Prime Minister. Although it would have been nice for Gary to follow her, she knew his job as well as he did. He would stay with the King. Feeling lost, she wandered the Palace. As it was early morning still, only the servants were about and they ignored her as she made her way to the tower called Balor's Needle. Trembling with fatigue and a sudden depression, she climbed the inner staircase.

Pushing open the doors at the top, sunlight assaulted her. She blinked her watering eyes and shuffled to the edge of the viewing platform. Clambering up onto the railing, she had the urge to giggle. That damn Chamber sure hadn't warned her about this possibility!

Taking a deep breath, Alanna threw herself from Balor's Needle. The Goddess' presence comforted her all the way to the ground.

Author's Note:
I am tired of this story right now. So, I'm leaving it at a cliffhanger until I decide to show you a funeral or her recovering. However, my other companionish story is due to arrive any day now. Look for it?

-Klehmenteen.