Okey! Here goes the 4th chapter! I'm so happy people are liking my fan fic! Could you tell it's my first one? Well anyway, thanks to those who have R/R! I really like to know what people think, whether good or bad. ^.^
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Alanna opened her eyes and began to sit up. As she was hit with a wave of dizziness she decided against it and lay back down. Every bone in her body ached and the only thing she had to think was that it would take weeks to get back in shape. Then another thought hit her. How had she gotten to the palace? She was lying in her bed even though Moonlight had thrown her as they left the city.
Everything was becoming clear now. Where was George? Faithful was missing. Was Moonlight all right? This time, Alanna did sit up, ignoring the searing pain that shot through her body. The moment she sat up Duke Baird, the palace healer, walked over to her.
"Awake are you, Squire Alan?" he asked.
"How did I get here?" She ignored his question.
"A young man by the name of George brought you in. Unfortunately he was someone my Lord Provost had been looking for. George risked a lot to make sure you remained alive."
Alanna stopped breathing for a second. "No. He didn't!" She sunk back, ignoring the screaming of her muscles. How could he give everything up for me? she thought.
"I'm afraid he did," Duke Baird had a tone of regret in his voice. "But for now, you need your rest." With that, the Duke placed his hand on her head and made her sleep.
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"We were so close," muttered the Duke of Conté. He paced back and forth, twisting his staff in his hands. "If only that George Cooper hadn't interfered then she'd be gone."
"Well we don't have to worry about him anymore. My Lord Provost is quite happy that the King of Thieves is finally in our dungeons." came another voice from the corner of the room. Jonathon of Conté had his arms crossed over his chest and was glaring at his Cousin. "Now the pathway is clear to Alanna, unless of course, Gary and Raoul get in your way. I know Alex will have no problem with it." Jon turned his gaze to the dark boy who was sitting by the fireplace with Delia of Eldorne who smirked. Somehow everyone in this room had come to know Alanna's secret. And every one of them meant to use it against her.
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Alanna sat up gasping for breath. The Ordeal. The one thing she feared about becoming a knight. In her dream, she'd prepare for the day and then the door would open to the chamber. She'd step in and it would be pitch black. Then she'd wake up, soaked in a cold sweat. It was the same over and over again, never changing. But this one time, it was different...
~She entered the chamber and a mixture of orange and blue fire surrounded her. Then she saw Jon. He was with Roger and they were talking. Then both the men turned and looked at her. Jon looked sorry and Roger was grinning. Then Roger spoke, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. "I know." is all that he said and that's all that she needed to hear. The blue and orange fire surrounding her shot up and she was trapped, those two little words still echoing in her head.~
"What am I going to do?" She asked herself. No one else was in the room and she was starting to miss Faithful. She looked up as the door started to open. Coram shut the door behind him.
"I'm sorry lass, but George has been ordered t' th' executioner," was the only thing the burly man-at-arms had to say. Even though he didn't approve of George, he knew that he was Alanna's best friend.
"When's the date?" She asked, biting her lip to keep from crying.
"A week from yesterday," he replied.
A determined look grew on Alanna's face and Coram could only imagine what crazy thing she was planning now.
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Okey.. no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of a good name for the chapter. So, please disregard the chapter name. That's not important, right? It's the story that matters!
