The Thunder Rolls (Alanna's Songifc)*
*Changed to fit the times*
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the dirt road
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Jon rode steadily on to the castle, thinking about what he was going to say to Alanna. No, better to say nothing. The less she knew, the less she would get hurt. And the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her.
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the window
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Alanna scowled, wondering why she'd been so foolish to have stayed and waited for Jon to get home. He'd said he had important business to attend to, but lately he'd become distant, and it seemed as though something else was weighing him down. Her heart darkened as she thought of the way his eyes lit when that flimsy-whimsy blonde Princess flirted shamelessly with him. More so that he didn't seem to want to stop her.
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Hearing a horse approaching she jumped up from her position and rushed outside in time to see Jon dismounting his great horse. The storm that the weather-mages had predicted was here; her short red hair whipped around her head as she smiled, walking up to her lover. As she got nearer she saw his face was grim; he was trying to force a smile on. She frowed, and her brows furrowed. She walked cautiously forward, calling to him. "Jon, is everything al-" she stopped dead in her tracks. As the rain beat down on her head she stood there, gaping in disbeleif. Although she had thought...it was only thoughts...a smell she recognized was coming off the Prince, a smell she detested almost as much as the one who wore it. It was a one of a kind perfume, the Princess had it custom made. Jon didn't seem to see her clearly, for he stepped forward to embrace her. Thunder clapped, and Alanna drew her sword. Holding up Lightning she fought not to cry. "Stay.....away.." she warned him, breathing madly. The glint of her sword flashed a magic; her eyes blazed. He saw her expression and he backed away. She knew.
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
Jon ran after her as she flew up the stairs of the castle, desperate to get to somewhere alone. She stumbled into her room and thre herself onto the bed. She slammed the door and in her haste, forgot to lock it.
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the sword
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the dirt road
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Jon rode steadily on to the castle, thinking about what he was going to say to Alanna. No, better to say nothing. The less she knew, the less she would get hurt. And the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her.
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the window
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Alanna scowled, wondering why she'd been so foolish to have stayed and waited for Jon to get home. He'd said he had important business to attend to, but lately he'd become distant, and it seemed as though something else was weighing him down. Her heart darkened as she thought of the way his eyes lit when that flimsy-whimsy blonde Princess flirted shamelessly with him. More so that he didn't seem to want to stop her.
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Hearing a horse approaching she jumped up from her position and rushed outside in time to see Jon dismounting his great horse. The storm that the weather-mages had predicted was here; her short red hair whipped around her head as she smiled, walking up to her lover. As she got nearer she saw his face was grim; he was trying to force a smile on. She frowed, and her brows furrowed. She walked cautiously forward, calling to him. "Jon, is everything al-" she stopped dead in her tracks. As the rain beat down on her head she stood there, gaping in disbeleif. Although she had thought...it was only thoughts...a smell she recognized was coming off the Prince, a smell she detested almost as much as the one who wore it. It was a one of a kind perfume, the Princess had it custom made. Jon didn't seem to see her clearly, for he stepped forward to embrace her. Thunder clapped, and Alanna drew her sword. Holding up Lightning she fought not to cry. "Stay.....away.." she warned him, breathing madly. The glint of her sword flashed a magic; her eyes blazed. He saw her expression and he backed away. She knew.
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
Jon ran after her as she flew up the stairs of the castle, desperate to get to somewhere alone. She stumbled into her room and thre herself onto the bed. She slammed the door and in her haste, forgot to lock it.
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the sword
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been