A/N Okay everybody. I seem to be getting a lot of comments on how it's not
like Alanna and it's extremely out of character. WELL YA! I mean dear god!
Would Alanna ever really want to go to the Convent? I am going to explain
everything in this Chapter so expect it to be kind of long. But, honestly
people, think about it. If Alanna wanted to go to the convent do you think
she would wake up everyday to practice sword fighting? Noooooo. She hasn't
shown her anger much yet because she-is-a-lady! They aren't supposed to! I
will stop bitching at all of you know so you can get on with the story and
leave me alone! I just like to write.
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George sat Alanna down on the bed. She inched away from him slightly, unnerved by the fact that he had kissed her.
"Alanna, how old are you?" George asked quietly.
"I'm 15, why? I Came to the convent a month ago. You know when all ladies in coming arrive. Right?"
"So you don't remember a thing." George said gravely. Angrily he stood up and began trashing the room. He threw a chair at a gilt mirror. Ripped at pictures and curtains . He opened a chest and pulled the contents out angrily throwing them around. One of the items looked suspiciously like a jar of ears.
"What are you doing!" Alanna screamed angrily. He was ripping everything up. Suddenly he stopped. He held up a piece of paper.
"This! Alanna please tell me you remember." He gave her a bill of sale one that showed a sale for a palomino to one Alan of Trebond.
"Who is this?" Alanna asked disgusted. She knew no Alan of Trebond!
"That's you! Alanna remember!" George yelled he grabbed her violently by the wrists shaking her.
"Say it Alanna! Say it gods curse you! Say you remember who I am!"
"Stop it! Stop it!" Alanna screamed she was crying slightly. "I don't know who you are. Please leave me alone." She sank to the floor crying. Great heaving sobs racked at her.
"I'm so sorry.. I'm so, so, so sorry Alanna." He moved towards her to hold her in his arms like he used to do. She shied away from him still sobbing.
"What the hells wrong with you? I don't even know your name!" She said savagely. " Why do you think I would know you? We have never met! Never!" She punctuated the last word by pounding on the carpet.
"Alanna, you have to remember!" He lifted her up slowly. " You don't remember us? Or Jon? Or Gary or anybody? Please Alanna, tell me you remember."
"Leave me alone." She said coldly. "Get, out, NOW!" She threw a pillow at him.
George left, tears in his hazel eyes. He looked in seeing Alanna asleep he whispered.
"George, my name is George." Before closing and locking the door.
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Alanna awoke with a severe headache and lying in a bed with red satin sheets. Quickly she sat up. Where was she? Suddenly she remembered the fight with the thief and lay back down. She rose again remembering that this was his bed. Not hers. She looked around the room. On a chair she saw a blanket rolled up in it.
"Someone must have slept there" She thought to herself. She raised herself out of bed, flattened the wrinkles from her dress and walked downstairs. The common room was empty except for a drunkard asleep on the bar and that thief, sitting in his chair.
Carefully she tread her way through finally she sat in the chair facing him. He seemed to be far away.
"I'm sorry" Alanna said slowly. " I was tired last night and, and-" George just looked at her.
"What?" She said crossly. " What is it that everyone wants to look at me. Is it the hair? Is it the eyes? What the hell is it?" She stood up knocking the chair back.
"Please, listen to me Alanna. I need to tell you." George said gravely. " I need to tell you everything. Are you willing to listen?"
"Am I willing to listen to what?"
"Just come."
"What is your name?"
"George, George Cooper."
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They were sitting in George's room again. Alanna was sitting on the bed and George was sitting on a chair. His face looked pasty white.
"Alanna, you are not who you seem to think you are. You Alanna are Alan of Trebond! I will explain." He said when she gave him a puzzled look.
"A while back, before we even met. You had decided to become a knight. This was when you were young. Those scars on your hands, no little amount of Archery could do that to you. You were a squire Alanna. And a damn good one at that!
"We first met when Coram led you to the Palace for the first time. He commented that I was a thief and so I was! Alanna you were dressed as a boy. That was how much you wanted to be a knight! That you would risk your own head for it. Nobody suspected you, and you went through your life for many years. Until your fifteenth birthday. Our relationship had changed by then, well my view of it had. You were still young, very young, but I loved you more then anything. You fought the Ysandir, and destroyed them with the Prince, He found out about your true identity and for your friendship, he said nought a word. Why won't you remember Alanna? Sir Myles? Your history teacher? Or.." He darkened at this. " Duke Rodger of Conte. This entire thing happened before the war of Tuisane. Well, partly. It was during the very first warnings of it. You argued with the Duke one day in the hallways. You suspected him, he knew it so he decided to expose you. Oh he didn't know for sure. But he guessed, as did Myles. He exposed you to all and you sere kicked from court. However, the King still had a debt to repay of yours. He erased you Alanna, or actually Alan, so only a few remembered. Those he swore to secrecy. I knew that your dignity would be destroyed if any of the thieves remembered so I removed it from theirs. You were erased. The King however, deceived you. He Erased you memory as well, so you would not return to believe in the folly of female knights. Alanna, you must remember!"
Alanna had sat numbly through the whole thing. Nothing had stirred in her memory until Duke Rodger. She remembered him. Only him, but she remembered, hating him, without reason. Only that shred of hate was all she remembered.
"Alanna? Please say something."
"Give me Lightning. I have a score to settle."
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Okay, okay, I'm really sorry I got ticked at the beginning but I HATE criticism I really should learn to take it better. Now does everybody understand about Alanna? Please flame if you must, but I'm highly emotional and might suddenly explode and make Alanna die. So HA! Anyway, please forgive. But don't forget.
Akaara
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George sat Alanna down on the bed. She inched away from him slightly, unnerved by the fact that he had kissed her.
"Alanna, how old are you?" George asked quietly.
"I'm 15, why? I Came to the convent a month ago. You know when all ladies in coming arrive. Right?"
"So you don't remember a thing." George said gravely. Angrily he stood up and began trashing the room. He threw a chair at a gilt mirror. Ripped at pictures and curtains . He opened a chest and pulled the contents out angrily throwing them around. One of the items looked suspiciously like a jar of ears.
"What are you doing!" Alanna screamed angrily. He was ripping everything up. Suddenly he stopped. He held up a piece of paper.
"This! Alanna please tell me you remember." He gave her a bill of sale one that showed a sale for a palomino to one Alan of Trebond.
"Who is this?" Alanna asked disgusted. She knew no Alan of Trebond!
"That's you! Alanna remember!" George yelled he grabbed her violently by the wrists shaking her.
"Say it Alanna! Say it gods curse you! Say you remember who I am!"
"Stop it! Stop it!" Alanna screamed she was crying slightly. "I don't know who you are. Please leave me alone." She sank to the floor crying. Great heaving sobs racked at her.
"I'm so sorry.. I'm so, so, so sorry Alanna." He moved towards her to hold her in his arms like he used to do. She shied away from him still sobbing.
"What the hells wrong with you? I don't even know your name!" She said savagely. " Why do you think I would know you? We have never met! Never!" She punctuated the last word by pounding on the carpet.
"Alanna, you have to remember!" He lifted her up slowly. " You don't remember us? Or Jon? Or Gary or anybody? Please Alanna, tell me you remember."
"Leave me alone." She said coldly. "Get, out, NOW!" She threw a pillow at him.
George left, tears in his hazel eyes. He looked in seeing Alanna asleep he whispered.
"George, my name is George." Before closing and locking the door.
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Alanna awoke with a severe headache and lying in a bed with red satin sheets. Quickly she sat up. Where was she? Suddenly she remembered the fight with the thief and lay back down. She rose again remembering that this was his bed. Not hers. She looked around the room. On a chair she saw a blanket rolled up in it.
"Someone must have slept there" She thought to herself. She raised herself out of bed, flattened the wrinkles from her dress and walked downstairs. The common room was empty except for a drunkard asleep on the bar and that thief, sitting in his chair.
Carefully she tread her way through finally she sat in the chair facing him. He seemed to be far away.
"I'm sorry" Alanna said slowly. " I was tired last night and, and-" George just looked at her.
"What?" She said crossly. " What is it that everyone wants to look at me. Is it the hair? Is it the eyes? What the hell is it?" She stood up knocking the chair back.
"Please, listen to me Alanna. I need to tell you." George said gravely. " I need to tell you everything. Are you willing to listen?"
"Am I willing to listen to what?"
"Just come."
"What is your name?"
"George, George Cooper."
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They were sitting in George's room again. Alanna was sitting on the bed and George was sitting on a chair. His face looked pasty white.
"Alanna, you are not who you seem to think you are. You Alanna are Alan of Trebond! I will explain." He said when she gave him a puzzled look.
"A while back, before we even met. You had decided to become a knight. This was when you were young. Those scars on your hands, no little amount of Archery could do that to you. You were a squire Alanna. And a damn good one at that!
"We first met when Coram led you to the Palace for the first time. He commented that I was a thief and so I was! Alanna you were dressed as a boy. That was how much you wanted to be a knight! That you would risk your own head for it. Nobody suspected you, and you went through your life for many years. Until your fifteenth birthday. Our relationship had changed by then, well my view of it had. You were still young, very young, but I loved you more then anything. You fought the Ysandir, and destroyed them with the Prince, He found out about your true identity and for your friendship, he said nought a word. Why won't you remember Alanna? Sir Myles? Your history teacher? Or.." He darkened at this. " Duke Rodger of Conte. This entire thing happened before the war of Tuisane. Well, partly. It was during the very first warnings of it. You argued with the Duke one day in the hallways. You suspected him, he knew it so he decided to expose you. Oh he didn't know for sure. But he guessed, as did Myles. He exposed you to all and you sere kicked from court. However, the King still had a debt to repay of yours. He erased you Alanna, or actually Alan, so only a few remembered. Those he swore to secrecy. I knew that your dignity would be destroyed if any of the thieves remembered so I removed it from theirs. You were erased. The King however, deceived you. He Erased you memory as well, so you would not return to believe in the folly of female knights. Alanna, you must remember!"
Alanna had sat numbly through the whole thing. Nothing had stirred in her memory until Duke Rodger. She remembered him. Only him, but she remembered, hating him, without reason. Only that shred of hate was all she remembered.
"Alanna? Please say something."
"Give me Lightning. I have a score to settle."
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Okay, okay, I'm really sorry I got ticked at the beginning but I HATE criticism I really should learn to take it better. Now does everybody understand about Alanna? Please flame if you must, but I'm highly emotional and might suddenly explode and make Alanna die. So HA! Anyway, please forgive. But don't forget.
Akaara