Chapter 2: Off on an Adventure
Alan ran back into his room (the room he shared with Thom and Alianne) and slammed the door shut. He DID NOT want to go back out there. His mother was in a very bad mood. Perhaps she was even having a nervous break down. Whatever the reason was, Alan didn't want to be in the house. So he decided to go the village.
Grabbing his purse, he ran out of the room and out of the house.
Reaching the village at noon, Alan went to an eating house to eat. During his meal, he was wondering whether it was a good idea or not to go back home. His mother had wanted him gone just like she wanted Thom and Alianne gone (Yea I know I'm making Alanna look evil, but she really isn't)
Perhaps he could go and find where his brother and sister had gone off. Maybe he could join them. Or maybe he could just find them and bring them back home. It would be very lonely without them.
Done deciding, Alan paid for his meal and left the eating house.
So he would go and find Thom and Alianne. It would be quite some adventure. If only he knew where to look. Tortall was a big place. But if they had only set out in the morning, they couldn't have gone far.
Walking around the village square deep in thought, he bumped into someone.
"Sorry," he mumbled and walked away.
At the edge of the village he saw a trade caravan heading for the Great Road North. Having nothing better to do, he decided to follow it. Maybe where they were headed was where Thom and Alianne were.
Unfortunately, they weren't. The caravan stopped at the next village, and stayed there for the night. Alan had spent the rest of the afternoon searching for his siblings. Just when he was about to give up, he heard the caravan leader talking about the day's sales. And how long it would take to make 10 more stops and to get to their final destination. Corus.
After that, Alan decided to follow the caravan for a while longer. They would be making 10 more stops, so there was a chance his sister and brother would be at one of those 10 stops. And if not, there was still Corus.
Happy with himself, he found a nearby inn to stay for the night, and exhausted from all the walking he had done to keep up with the caravan, fell asleep.
* * *
And so the days went by. Every time the caravan made a stop (which was for a few hours, unless it was for the night) Alan would check the village or fief they stopped at. There was never any sign of Thom or Alianne.
Once, the caravan spotted him tagging along in the back, and immediately thought him a thief. Just as they were about to bring him to the magistrate (they wouldn't listen to his story) some of the caravan kids that Alan had made friends with stopped them. They told the caravan leader that he was telling the truth. The leader, still not very convinced, let Alan go anyway. But he warned him to keep his hands off of the caravan's goods.
So Alan always kept his distance.
* * *
The capital of Tortall, Corus, lay before them. All throughout the caravan came the cheers of the children and younger adults. At last they had made it. Alan himself was rather upset. At none of the villages and fiefs that they had stopped at had he found any signs of Thom or Alianne. He highly doubted that they would be in Corus. But he hoped and wished with all his hear that they
were. Oh, if only. If only.
Hello again! I know in the last chapter Alanna was sort of OOC but it's ok right? Anyway, I've just noticed that I haven't put any disclaimers on any of my stories. So here it is:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the setting. The only thing I own is the plot, but I probably don't own that either because it's all based on fairy tale plots. But the have been slightly altered...and yada yada yada. I doubt anyone ever reads disclaimers. So I'm off writing the next chapter. -Satiaus
Alan ran back into his room (the room he shared with Thom and Alianne) and slammed the door shut. He DID NOT want to go back out there. His mother was in a very bad mood. Perhaps she was even having a nervous break down. Whatever the reason was, Alan didn't want to be in the house. So he decided to go the village.
Grabbing his purse, he ran out of the room and out of the house.
Reaching the village at noon, Alan went to an eating house to eat. During his meal, he was wondering whether it was a good idea or not to go back home. His mother had wanted him gone just like she wanted Thom and Alianne gone (Yea I know I'm making Alanna look evil, but she really isn't)
Perhaps he could go and find where his brother and sister had gone off. Maybe he could join them. Or maybe he could just find them and bring them back home. It would be very lonely without them.
Done deciding, Alan paid for his meal and left the eating house.
So he would go and find Thom and Alianne. It would be quite some adventure. If only he knew where to look. Tortall was a big place. But if they had only set out in the morning, they couldn't have gone far.
Walking around the village square deep in thought, he bumped into someone.
"Sorry," he mumbled and walked away.
At the edge of the village he saw a trade caravan heading for the Great Road North. Having nothing better to do, he decided to follow it. Maybe where they were headed was where Thom and Alianne were.
Unfortunately, they weren't. The caravan stopped at the next village, and stayed there for the night. Alan had spent the rest of the afternoon searching for his siblings. Just when he was about to give up, he heard the caravan leader talking about the day's sales. And how long it would take to make 10 more stops and to get to their final destination. Corus.
After that, Alan decided to follow the caravan for a while longer. They would be making 10 more stops, so there was a chance his sister and brother would be at one of those 10 stops. And if not, there was still Corus.
Happy with himself, he found a nearby inn to stay for the night, and exhausted from all the walking he had done to keep up with the caravan, fell asleep.
* * *
And so the days went by. Every time the caravan made a stop (which was for a few hours, unless it was for the night) Alan would check the village or fief they stopped at. There was never any sign of Thom or Alianne.
Once, the caravan spotted him tagging along in the back, and immediately thought him a thief. Just as they were about to bring him to the magistrate (they wouldn't listen to his story) some of the caravan kids that Alan had made friends with stopped them. They told the caravan leader that he was telling the truth. The leader, still not very convinced, let Alan go anyway. But he warned him to keep his hands off of the caravan's goods.
So Alan always kept his distance.
* * *
The capital of Tortall, Corus, lay before them. All throughout the caravan came the cheers of the children and younger adults. At last they had made it. Alan himself was rather upset. At none of the villages and fiefs that they had stopped at had he found any signs of Thom or Alianne. He highly doubted that they would be in Corus. But he hoped and wished with all his hear that they
were. Oh, if only. If only.
Hello again! I know in the last chapter Alanna was sort of OOC but it's ok right? Anyway, I've just noticed that I haven't put any disclaimers on any of my stories. So here it is:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the setting. The only thing I own is the plot, but I probably don't own that either because it's all based on fairy tale plots. But the have been slightly altered...and yada yada yada. I doubt anyone ever reads disclaimers. So I'm off writing the next chapter. -Satiaus