Hello, I'm the new kid on the block: Cold Fire Within! This is my first story on Fanfiction.Net so please r/r.
Alanna, Roger, George Cooper, Jon, Thayet and Numair are not my characters, they are the wonderful creations of Tamora
Pierce, the Queen of Fantasy! However, Sahara Silverrain IS my character and cannot be used. Unless of course you want
to write a fanfiction about them . Thanks to Lady Nicolia of Conte for help on getting me started and read
her fanfics- they are great!!! However, I will finish waffling there and let you read my numero uno fanfic.
goddess bless, Cold Fire Within xxx
Chapter 1.
A warm arm encircled Alanna and she snuggled deep into its comfortable curve. The birds were singing outside
and a single shaft of sunlight fell onto her face. She scrunched up her eyes and tried to block out the light, but to
no avail. Alanna blinked and rolled over with a sigh.
"Morning Lioness," rumbled a deep voice.
Alanna sat up in shock and looked at the man next to her. It was Jon! She
had been unfaithful to George! In an unladylike tumble of sheets, she fell out of bed and tried to pull on some clothes.
JOn, with a worried frown, yanked her onto his lap. Alanna fought.
"Mithros! Alanna!" he cried.
"Jon, how could you let this happen?" she chastized.
"Let what happen?" Jon was clearly puzzled.
"Let me be unfaithful to George!"
Jon looked at Alanna like she had sprouted horns out of her radiant copper hair.
"Alanna what are you talking about? George is dead!"
There was a roaring sound in her ears and the ground opened up beneath her feet. She began to collapse and Jon rushed to
catch her. He waved smelling salts in front of her nose until she coughed and opened her eyes.
"When?" she wheezed. Jon grinned cheekily.
"I know I was good last night but I didn't think you'd lost your memory!"
"TELL ME!" Alanna shrieked. The grin faded.
"Two years ago. Do you not remember? The attempt on our children's lives, George being the source of the attack? Us
scattering his ashes at the Dancing Dove?"
Alanna was numb and deaf to Jon. Her violet eyes wide and unfocused, she stumbled into her clothes and trudged down the hall.
Everywhere, servants bobbed curtseys and bowed.
"Your majesty." "G'd mornin' yer highness."
She heard nothing. She felt nothing. George Cooper, her love, the father of her beloved children was dead. Speaking of
children, could she hear little voices? She tore off down the corridor and skidded into the nursery, screaming,
"Thom! Alianne!" Three small, dark-haired children with coppery tints gaped at her. So did their nurse, a beautiful woman
with raven hair and the dress of the K'Mir.
"Queen Alanna?" she asked. "Is anything wrong?"
"Thayet? Why are you a nursemaid? Where are Thom and Alianne? Who are these children?"
"Mama?" cried one. It was a girl about six who shared Alanna's wide purple eyes.
"Who are you?"
The oldest child, a boy of ten, clutched her hand. Alanna's heart melted. She could love these children even though
looked like Jon. So it must be true then? she thought. Jon is their father. A sound at the door made her turn. Jonathan of
Conte stood in the doorway.
"That's your son, Alanna," he said quietly. "Roald. That," he pointed at the small girl, "is Lianne. And the smallest is
Jasson. Maybe you should visit Duke Baird? You don't seem to well."
Alanna broke down and sobbed. Her children clutched her close but she shook them off.
***
A handsome figure bent over a dark glassed mirror. His blue eyes flashed with happiness as he watched Alanna break down
in tears. Outside it was as black as night but still. As quiet and still as space. Duke Roger of Conte hung between Time,
calculating his next move.
Ha, ha, ha. Cliffhanger! What is up with Alanna? Why is Roger still alive? I want ten reviews before I upload my next chapter.
Cold Fire Within xxx
Alanna, Roger, George Cooper, Jon, Thayet and Numair are not my characters, they are the wonderful creations of Tamora
Pierce, the Queen of Fantasy! However, Sahara Silverrain IS my character and cannot be used. Unless of course you want
to write a fanfiction about them . Thanks to Lady Nicolia of Conte for help on getting me started and read
her fanfics- they are great!!! However, I will finish waffling there and let you read my numero uno fanfic.
goddess bless, Cold Fire Within xxx
Chapter 1.
A warm arm encircled Alanna and she snuggled deep into its comfortable curve. The birds were singing outside
and a single shaft of sunlight fell onto her face. She scrunched up her eyes and tried to block out the light, but to
no avail. Alanna blinked and rolled over with a sigh.
"Morning Lioness," rumbled a deep voice.
Alanna sat up in shock and looked at the man next to her. It was Jon! She
had been unfaithful to George! In an unladylike tumble of sheets, she fell out of bed and tried to pull on some clothes.
JOn, with a worried frown, yanked her onto his lap. Alanna fought.
"Mithros! Alanna!" he cried.
"Jon, how could you let this happen?" she chastized.
"Let what happen?" Jon was clearly puzzled.
"Let me be unfaithful to George!"
Jon looked at Alanna like she had sprouted horns out of her radiant copper hair.
"Alanna what are you talking about? George is dead!"
There was a roaring sound in her ears and the ground opened up beneath her feet. She began to collapse and Jon rushed to
catch her. He waved smelling salts in front of her nose until she coughed and opened her eyes.
"When?" she wheezed. Jon grinned cheekily.
"I know I was good last night but I didn't think you'd lost your memory!"
"TELL ME!" Alanna shrieked. The grin faded.
"Two years ago. Do you not remember? The attempt on our children's lives, George being the source of the attack? Us
scattering his ashes at the Dancing Dove?"
Alanna was numb and deaf to Jon. Her violet eyes wide and unfocused, she stumbled into her clothes and trudged down the hall.
Everywhere, servants bobbed curtseys and bowed.
"Your majesty." "G'd mornin' yer highness."
She heard nothing. She felt nothing. George Cooper, her love, the father of her beloved children was dead. Speaking of
children, could she hear little voices? She tore off down the corridor and skidded into the nursery, screaming,
"Thom! Alianne!" Three small, dark-haired children with coppery tints gaped at her. So did their nurse, a beautiful woman
with raven hair and the dress of the K'Mir.
"Queen Alanna?" she asked. "Is anything wrong?"
"Thayet? Why are you a nursemaid? Where are Thom and Alianne? Who are these children?"
"Mama?" cried one. It was a girl about six who shared Alanna's wide purple eyes.
"Who are you?"
The oldest child, a boy of ten, clutched her hand. Alanna's heart melted. She could love these children even though
looked like Jon. So it must be true then? she thought. Jon is their father. A sound at the door made her turn. Jonathan of
Conte stood in the doorway.
"That's your son, Alanna," he said quietly. "Roald. That," he pointed at the small girl, "is Lianne. And the smallest is
Jasson. Maybe you should visit Duke Baird? You don't seem to well."
Alanna broke down and sobbed. Her children clutched her close but she shook them off.
***
A handsome figure bent over a dark glassed mirror. His blue eyes flashed with happiness as he watched Alanna break down
in tears. Outside it was as black as night but still. As quiet and still as space. Duke Roger of Conte hung between Time,
calculating his next move.
Ha, ha, ha. Cliffhanger! What is up with Alanna? Why is Roger still alive? I want ten reviews before I upload my next chapter.
Cold Fire Within xxx