Disclaimer: I don't own Tammy's stuff, nor the fact that Alex is a hottie… *winces at rotten fruit thrown at her* So he tried to kill Alanna…. Twice….
PS, the title has almost nothing to do with the fic. I just got the idea for this from a poem called 'Spellbound', which I don't own either. Emily Brontë does.
This is like a total rewrite of a fic I did over a year ago, called Alexander of Tirragen, which sucked, for a few reasons: It was a total rush job because I was working on something else at the same time, and I sure as hell hope that I'm a better writer now than I was a year ago. So, I'm doing it over again.
And has anyone here ever read A Swiftly Tilting Planet? Remember how each chapter was named after the verse in a poem? Anyway, that's what I'm trying to do here.
Spellbound
Prologue
The night is darkening 'round me
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
The bare boughs weighed by snow
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.