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Chapter 2:
Alanna still couldn't sleep. Her father had locked the door hours ago. Deciding that she wouldn't get any sleep she might as well tell Thom she was leaving, nothing else. She stood and walked to her twin's bed. He turned and rolled in his bed and his red hair stuck to the pillow. She shook him.
"Thom! Thom!" she whispered. He opened one of his violet eyes.
"Normal people are trying to sleep," Thom said, pulling the blankets over his head.
"Thom! This is too important!" Alanna pulled the pillow from him as his head hit the pillow.
"Don't you think I want to be rested when I go to my misery tomorrow?" Thom asked.
"Thom, I'm leaving."
"Just because I want to sleep?" he asked.
"Of course not. I'm running away, you might call it."
"You're joking right? I know you. You wouldn't run away from something like the convent. The convent can't change you. You will always be you, nothing will ever change that."
"Thom, yes it can, and it will. It'll take my dreams and rip them in half."
"You're crazy. I expect you want to go by yourself, and then you'll come back here when you're finished, am I right?"
"No, you're not. In fact, someone has agreed to come with me."
"Jumping off a cliff would be safer than going with you. Well, who is this boneheaded person?"
"His name is George," Alanna said leaving out a lot of information.
"Alanna, I'm not stupid, you have to tell me more than his name," Thom accused.
"Okay, well, he's tall," Thom knitted his eyebrows together. "Fine, he was a thief before he came here. He was caught by My Lord Provost."
"Alanna! Are you insane? Running away with a thief? This convent thing has gone to your head! You are not going with him a n d that's final!" Thom argued.
"Thom, this is my choice and my calls. You are not making the decisions of my life. I can screw it up myself. That's why we all have different lives, you don't have to screw up other people's," Alanna said.
"Oh, is that your philosophy? I don't want to screw up your life, I want to make it better," Thom said.
"I can do it myself. And plus, George doesn't seem like a bad person."
"Seem. The keyword there is seem. You never know about those thieves, they show no emotions. I bet he just wants you to run away so that he can accompany you and be free," Thom was overprotective.
"I don't care. I'm leaving and that's final."
"How'd you suppose to get out? Father locked the door." Alanna reached into her pocket and pulled out her lock picks.
"With these. The thief gave them to me."
"Alanna, you're not that much of a fool, are you?" Alanna ignored him and started on the lock.
"You can't go through with this, you'll get caught. Father will probably hire extra security at the convent. You know how he is," Thom kept on blabbering on and on about what might happen if she got caught. Ah ha! The lock was picked.
"Goodbye Thom. I'll see you in, well, if everything turns out all right hopefully never." Alanna closed the door behind her and ran to the stables. It felt wrong not to bring Thom but families go their separate ways one time or another.
"George! George!" she half yelled. She was seized from behind hand over her mouth. The person turned her around. Alanna half expected it to be George. Oh no, it was Lady Carey.
"So, I go outside expecting to go riding and look what I find, the brat," she said as she shoved Alanna into a stall.
"Oh, my Lady, did I offend you? I hope I didn't, I know that your reputation means everything to you." Carey pulled her own hand back and slapped Alanna on the face.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." Alanna brought her fist up intending to hit Carey but the lady caught it and twisted it. Carey pulled her hand up again but was caught from behind by another hand.
"Hello," George said coolly. "Lady Carey, I do not believe Miss Alanna has done anything thing wrong. I believe it is your lack of sleep that has had you make this mistake. I suggest you go to bed, in your own room, now." Lady Carey clearly offended stomped back to her rooms.
"Hello George, thanks, about that, and about coming with me. My brother says you're just coming with me to be free. Is that true?"
"Well, I did think of that after you left, I'm not one for lyin.'"
"He also said that all thieves were non emotional," Alanna said.
"Your brother hasn't been anywhere but Trebond, has he?" George asked.
"Nossir."
"Don't call me sir. I'm not." He looked outside. "We have to get goin' if you still wanna go. If we leave any later they'll notice you've gone and we'll be caught." Alanna opened her purse: twenty gold nobles. She had stolen them from her father's desk. She hopped onto her father's best and Alanna's favorite horse that George had saddled for her. George hopped onto his too.
"Where will we go?" Alanna asked.
"Most likely the southern desert. It can't be anywhere they would look. The Bazhir never kill young girls like you."
"What about you? You're older than I am and male," Alanna said.
"We'll worry about that if the time comes." They walked their horses out of the stable and onto the road. As they reached the main road leading them to other fiefs Alanna turned around watching her old home. A single tear formed but she quickly wiped it away.
"Do you think I'll ever be back?" she asked George.
"I do. But I think you'll be a legend by then or at least a heroine." For the next few weeks they rode with little talking. They didn't have any trouble finding food, and they were not disturbed when sleeping. They never received any problems with getting caught. Then, finally, they reached the Southern Desert.
Sorry it's short. I have to take a shower, not like you needed to know that.
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