Disclaimer – I own the fief Myers-rock and the characters Elisia, Cole and
(oooh, I can't say it! But *hint*hint* you haven't heard "Myers-rock"
before so obviously he comes from there but I'm not telling you the name
you have to read the chapter but I own him, ok?)
Sorry this took so long, I've been busy, and it was my b-day the other day!! (17th of April)
A/N – this chapter is going to be (hopefully) based entirely on Alanna's desires. This includes Jon, Cole (who's "passed on"), George, and the new bloke, … … !!
~ Chapter Thirteen ~
Alanna's Love
Alanna glanced up at the glaring sun. She wiped sweat off her forehead. She sighed and looked eastward. She'd been gone a few days now, and was heading north, into the Great Sandy Dessert (A/N – my best has my Alanna books and I've got her Keladry books. The maps are better in the Alanna books so I can't remember whether or not the Dessert is north or whatever and I'm not sure how long it took Alanna to get there and I can't even use the maps to estimate! So you'll just have to be content with this!). Alanna reflected on her time at Court, and at the Convent.
~*~Flash-back~*~
"Alanna, how many times have I told you?!" Priestess Stephanie scolded her. "Embroidering is something you must learn!"
"But I don't want to learn it," Alanna replied curtly. "I want to be a warrior maiden and go on adventures."
The Priestess rolled her eyes. "When will this silly fantasy disappear?" she demanded.
"Never," Alanna retorted crossly.
~*~End of flash-back~*~
Alanna sighed. Why did Thom have to lose his nerve all the time? If things ad gone her way, she would be a warrior maiden and have gone on adventures. But no, Thom had to complain and squeal to Coram, and of course the old soldier refused to allow the plan to be put into action. Even though Maude had seen it in the fire, all Coram had done was made the Sign against Evil, and refused. Alanna even tried to make the plan work, practically forcing Thom to agree. She cut her hair and kept her hood up, but Coram wasn't fooled – he pulled her hood back and glared at Alanna with his "you'd better do what I say or else" look.
Alanna sighed again. Faithful looked at her from Alanna's lap, and saw the distant, misty look in her eyes. He yowled and looked ahead again.
~*~Flash-back~*~
"Alanna," the Priestess began slowly, "You must have a proper mount. One that will be very beautiful and enhance your features."
"But I want a war-horse!" Alanna yelled for the fiftieth time.
Priestess Samanthia suddenly lost her temper. Her pale skin grew dark and her face flushed red. "Alanna you naughty, disrespectful girl!" she cried. "You will ride a proper mount, you will learn to sew, you will dress appropriately, you will behave and you will become a lady and give up this hopeless dream to become a warrior!" Alanna began to open her mouth. "No!" yelled the Priestess. "Don't you dare talk! You will go on a fast for two days and you will be silent throughout your punishment!" The girls around Alanna sniggered. Alanna was furious. "I don't have to do a thing you say!" she yelled.
"Three days!" cried the Priestess.
"No!" Alanna shouted.
"Four!" Samanthia shrieked, infuriated.
All the girls around them gaped. No one got four days of silent fasting, no one.
~*~End of flash-back~*~
Alanna had actually accepted the punishment of four days, just to spite everyone. She did not remain silent, though. She didn't talk, sure, but she made as much noise as possible by banging and clattering dishes, and she ignored every Priestess and girl – except Elisia.
Thinking of Elisia made her think of Court. Jonathan, Cole, her mysterious "friend" from the ball and George.
George – she'd had so many lessons with him, and he'd taught Alanna so many things. She didn't really feel a lust for him, but he was very attractive, especially when he smiled at her, or when he praised her for a move she'd done correctly and well. She sighed. Would she ever see George again? Or Jonathan? Thinking about not seeing Jon again brought salty tears to her eyes. Faithful yowled in disgust as a tear dropped on his black coat.
Stop dripping! He complained.
"Oh, shut up," Alanna told him. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and Jonathan's image appeared in her mind. His sapphire eyes, and coal-black hair, and that smile – mm, his smile. It made Alanna want to just melt in his arms. She remembered when he gave her first lesson to her. She smiled. It was good to think of Jon. It made her smile. "Oh, Jon," she whispered. More tears brought themselves to her eyes.
Oh stop it! Cried Faithful exasperatingly. You're feeling sorry for yourself. Didn't you think of them all before you left?
Alanna glared at the cat icily. "Of course I did," she retorted haughtily.
No, you didn't, replied Faithful, just as haughty. You only thought, "If I run away then I won't have to marry" – didn't you?
Alanna looked away. He was right – though she would never admit it – she ran away because she didn't want to marry. She shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind. She thought of Cole. It hurt, but she knew to fully get over her short experience with Cole she must think of him. Thinking of him reminded her of the dark side of Jon she had seen that night – it was a horrible memory in her mind. His face – it was filled with anger. She shuddered and took her mind off Cole and Jon.
"Not one for balls?" the faint voice of the mysterious man at the ball lingered in her mind. She smiled. He seemed so nice. "I wonder what his name is," she thought aloud.
"Whose?" Faithful asked sleepily. Dusk was coming on. A full day had past without Alanna realising it. She headed for a close oasis, petting Faithful, sleepy herself.
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"Men, forward!" cried Sir Raoul (A/N hey I was spelling it "Roaul" but that's wrong!!).
The small group of men on their horses rode forward. There was only seven or so men, including Sir Raoul. (A/N I almost put "Lord" Raoul – been reading POTS too much!)
"So little men?" asked Elisia nervously.
"Don't worry," Gary replied. "Raoul will find her – and so will Jacob."
"Jacob?" Elisia, distracted, inquired. "Who's that?"
Gary looked at her. "Jacob of Myers-rock – haven't you seen him?"
Elisia squinted at the man on his dashing black horse. "Mm – not sure. Does Alanna know him?"
Gary grinned. "Well, I think he's spoken to her, but I'm not sure she knows who he is." (A/N – you gotta be really thick not to have figured this out by now – Jacob of Myers-rock (I mentioned it in my disclaimer) is the mysterious guy – everyone got it now!?)
"Oh," Elisia replied.
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Alanna stretched. She didn't feel like doing anything but sleeping, but she forced herself to practise a little work with her sword and her Shang punches and kicks against a large stone she had found.
After about an hour of doing this, she sat down, puffing and wiping sweat off her forehead. Alanna lay back, and breathed a sigh of relief and content. She always felt much stronger after a practice session.
Alanna rolled over and shut her eyes. The image of a brown-haired, brown- eyed very handsome man appeared in her mind. She smiled to herself. My mystery man, she thought to herself.
What are you so happy about? Inquired Faithful.
"Nothing," she murmured, and fell asleep, still thinking of Jacob.
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Oooooo so now you know his name is Jacob! I think Ill only need a chapter to finish the ending but I'll need a little while to think of it – but I know one thing, it's going to happen very fast. A chapter a little longer than the last couple, so I hope you enjoyed it!
~*~ luv kaz ~*~
Sorry this took so long, I've been busy, and it was my b-day the other day!! (17th of April)
A/N – this chapter is going to be (hopefully) based entirely on Alanna's desires. This includes Jon, Cole (who's "passed on"), George, and the new bloke, … … !!
~ Chapter Thirteen ~
Alanna's Love
Alanna glanced up at the glaring sun. She wiped sweat off her forehead. She sighed and looked eastward. She'd been gone a few days now, and was heading north, into the Great Sandy Dessert (A/N – my best has my Alanna books and I've got her Keladry books. The maps are better in the Alanna books so I can't remember whether or not the Dessert is north or whatever and I'm not sure how long it took Alanna to get there and I can't even use the maps to estimate! So you'll just have to be content with this!). Alanna reflected on her time at Court, and at the Convent.
~*~Flash-back~*~
"Alanna, how many times have I told you?!" Priestess Stephanie scolded her. "Embroidering is something you must learn!"
"But I don't want to learn it," Alanna replied curtly. "I want to be a warrior maiden and go on adventures."
The Priestess rolled her eyes. "When will this silly fantasy disappear?" she demanded.
"Never," Alanna retorted crossly.
~*~End of flash-back~*~
Alanna sighed. Why did Thom have to lose his nerve all the time? If things ad gone her way, she would be a warrior maiden and have gone on adventures. But no, Thom had to complain and squeal to Coram, and of course the old soldier refused to allow the plan to be put into action. Even though Maude had seen it in the fire, all Coram had done was made the Sign against Evil, and refused. Alanna even tried to make the plan work, practically forcing Thom to agree. She cut her hair and kept her hood up, but Coram wasn't fooled – he pulled her hood back and glared at Alanna with his "you'd better do what I say or else" look.
Alanna sighed again. Faithful looked at her from Alanna's lap, and saw the distant, misty look in her eyes. He yowled and looked ahead again.
~*~Flash-back~*~
"Alanna," the Priestess began slowly, "You must have a proper mount. One that will be very beautiful and enhance your features."
"But I want a war-horse!" Alanna yelled for the fiftieth time.
Priestess Samanthia suddenly lost her temper. Her pale skin grew dark and her face flushed red. "Alanna you naughty, disrespectful girl!" she cried. "You will ride a proper mount, you will learn to sew, you will dress appropriately, you will behave and you will become a lady and give up this hopeless dream to become a warrior!" Alanna began to open her mouth. "No!" yelled the Priestess. "Don't you dare talk! You will go on a fast for two days and you will be silent throughout your punishment!" The girls around Alanna sniggered. Alanna was furious. "I don't have to do a thing you say!" she yelled.
"Three days!" cried the Priestess.
"No!" Alanna shouted.
"Four!" Samanthia shrieked, infuriated.
All the girls around them gaped. No one got four days of silent fasting, no one.
~*~End of flash-back~*~
Alanna had actually accepted the punishment of four days, just to spite everyone. She did not remain silent, though. She didn't talk, sure, but she made as much noise as possible by banging and clattering dishes, and she ignored every Priestess and girl – except Elisia.
Thinking of Elisia made her think of Court. Jonathan, Cole, her mysterious "friend" from the ball and George.
George – she'd had so many lessons with him, and he'd taught Alanna so many things. She didn't really feel a lust for him, but he was very attractive, especially when he smiled at her, or when he praised her for a move she'd done correctly and well. She sighed. Would she ever see George again? Or Jonathan? Thinking about not seeing Jon again brought salty tears to her eyes. Faithful yowled in disgust as a tear dropped on his black coat.
Stop dripping! He complained.
"Oh, shut up," Alanna told him. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and Jonathan's image appeared in her mind. His sapphire eyes, and coal-black hair, and that smile – mm, his smile. It made Alanna want to just melt in his arms. She remembered when he gave her first lesson to her. She smiled. It was good to think of Jon. It made her smile. "Oh, Jon," she whispered. More tears brought themselves to her eyes.
Oh stop it! Cried Faithful exasperatingly. You're feeling sorry for yourself. Didn't you think of them all before you left?
Alanna glared at the cat icily. "Of course I did," she retorted haughtily.
No, you didn't, replied Faithful, just as haughty. You only thought, "If I run away then I won't have to marry" – didn't you?
Alanna looked away. He was right – though she would never admit it – she ran away because she didn't want to marry. She shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind. She thought of Cole. It hurt, but she knew to fully get over her short experience with Cole she must think of him. Thinking of him reminded her of the dark side of Jon she had seen that night – it was a horrible memory in her mind. His face – it was filled with anger. She shuddered and took her mind off Cole and Jon.
"Not one for balls?" the faint voice of the mysterious man at the ball lingered in her mind. She smiled. He seemed so nice. "I wonder what his name is," she thought aloud.
"Whose?" Faithful asked sleepily. Dusk was coming on. A full day had past without Alanna realising it. She headed for a close oasis, petting Faithful, sleepy herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Men, forward!" cried Sir Raoul (A/N hey I was spelling it "Roaul" but that's wrong!!).
The small group of men on their horses rode forward. There was only seven or so men, including Sir Raoul. (A/N I almost put "Lord" Raoul – been reading POTS too much!)
"So little men?" asked Elisia nervously.
"Don't worry," Gary replied. "Raoul will find her – and so will Jacob."
"Jacob?" Elisia, distracted, inquired. "Who's that?"
Gary looked at her. "Jacob of Myers-rock – haven't you seen him?"
Elisia squinted at the man on his dashing black horse. "Mm – not sure. Does Alanna know him?"
Gary grinned. "Well, I think he's spoken to her, but I'm not sure she knows who he is." (A/N – you gotta be really thick not to have figured this out by now – Jacob of Myers-rock (I mentioned it in my disclaimer) is the mysterious guy – everyone got it now!?)
"Oh," Elisia replied.
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Alanna stretched. She didn't feel like doing anything but sleeping, but she forced herself to practise a little work with her sword and her Shang punches and kicks against a large stone she had found.
After about an hour of doing this, she sat down, puffing and wiping sweat off her forehead. Alanna lay back, and breathed a sigh of relief and content. She always felt much stronger after a practice session.
Alanna rolled over and shut her eyes. The image of a brown-haired, brown- eyed very handsome man appeared in her mind. She smiled to herself. My mystery man, she thought to herself.
What are you so happy about? Inquired Faithful.
"Nothing," she murmured, and fell asleep, still thinking of Jacob.
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Oooooo so now you know his name is Jacob! I think Ill only need a chapter to finish the ending but I'll need a little while to think of it – but I know one thing, it's going to happen very fast. A chapter a little longer than the last couple, so I hope you enjoyed it!
~*~ luv kaz ~*~