Thanks to all of you who reviewed. I really appreciated it. Alanna sent
Thom (her brother) to protect Jonathan, so basically Jonathan is still
alive and so is Roger.
From now on I'll try to update every weekend, so it'll be easier to follow.
To Radella who says Alanna would never run away the reason now is she now the father of her child would make her a lady and lock her into the castle. That's not what she'd want, is it?
UNCLE
Thom follewed the red-head into the castle. He was surprised by how much the man looked like him and his mother. Except for the man and Thom's mother having violet eyes and Thom having blue, that is. At last Thom decided to ask:
"Who are you?"
"Perhaps I should ask you the very same question," the man said.
"I'm... I'm Thom, Sir." Thom looked at the other. He confused him. He saw the man freeze in surprise.
"Thom?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Thom what?" This gets boring, Thom thought. Nobody seemed to accept that he had no last name.
"Just Thom."
"Just Thom?"
"Yes?"
"Who is your father?"
"Noone."
"Noone?"
"I don't have a father" Thom sighed. Was it really so hard to understand?
"You're an orphan?"
"Yes. Ever since Mother died." The words ached. He wanted to accept his mother being ded, but it was possibly the hardest thing he'd ever done.
"Who was your mother?"
"Anna of the Forest People."
"The sword you have. It's familiar to me. Where'd you get it?"
"I didn't steal it," Thom cried. Nobody seemed to trust him here. Nobody trusted an uncivilised orphan. "It belonged to Mother."
"You are quite a good fighter, boy." Thom looked at the man. His violet eyes told Thom this man was not interested in his fighting abilities. There was something about him... Thom went into himself and dragged out his Gift. Slowly, untrackable –he thought - to even one of the most powerful sorcerers in the World, he let it see the man. His Gift was great. And well- trained. This man was definately a sorcerer.
"Like you'd care," Thom muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"Mother trained me," Thom explained.
"Your mother was a warrior?"
"A great warrior!"
"Who taught you how to use your Gift?"
"Shit! Ehm, sorry. I shouldn't have..." Thom tried to explain. He would've never tested the man if he'd know he'd be able to track it.
"All right. Where'd you learn it?"
Thom felt this was the right time to change the subject. "You never told me your name."
"It's Thom. Thom of Trebond."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Where'd you learn to use your Gift?"
"Mother. And the sorcerer of the Tribe."
"Your mother had the Gift?"
"Yes," Thom answered, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the conversation. "Where are you taking me?"
"I just wanted to talk to you. Are you sure your mother's name was Anna?"
"Yes!"
"What did she look like?"
"Like me... No actually. Like you. When she died I was almost as tall as her. I'm tall for my age, she was small. And her eyes were like yours." Thom was wondering. What did this Thom want from him? Why couldn't he just leave Mother alone and out of this?
"I believe I knew your mother once," the man said as if he'd read Thom's thoughts. Thom felt surprise rise in him. Someone who'd know Mother before she bacame Anna of the Forest People?! But the man's looks bothered him. Under the expensive, purple robes that were as different from Mother's brown, worn-out ones, he wasn't very tall and he looked very much like Mother in many ways. As much as a man could look like a woman, Thom thought. And the name... Could he be named from Mother's relative?
"Are you Mother's relative?" Thom could see the man was taken aback from his question.
"I believe I am," said the man after a while. "The sword, did your Mother have a name for it?"
"Lightning." Thom was confused. Why was Lightning important?
"I think your mother was my sister." The man, Thom's uncle it seemed, said. For some weird reason the news didn't surprise him, so he just nodded in response. "That makes you a Trebond. I know this all comes as a surprise for you as well as for me, but I feel I owe your Mother to adopt you."
"Don't adopt me because you owe Mother something," Thom said. Mother had always smiled at him and said he had the pride of a nobleman. She'd had that too, but he never commented it. She already knew.
"I miss your Mother and your the only link left to her, I think. It comes all of a sudden, but I really want to." Thom was shocked. Someone wanted him! He felt something pull him towards the man.
"If you promise me I'll be a knight."
"As a nobleman that'll be no problem."
"But... Who is my father?"
How did you like it? I know it's very short, but I really have no time for this right now. See y'all later.
From now on I'll try to update every weekend, so it'll be easier to follow.
To Radella who says Alanna would never run away the reason now is she now the father of her child would make her a lady and lock her into the castle. That's not what she'd want, is it?
UNCLE
Thom follewed the red-head into the castle. He was surprised by how much the man looked like him and his mother. Except for the man and Thom's mother having violet eyes and Thom having blue, that is. At last Thom decided to ask:
"Who are you?"
"Perhaps I should ask you the very same question," the man said.
"I'm... I'm Thom, Sir." Thom looked at the other. He confused him. He saw the man freeze in surprise.
"Thom?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Thom what?" This gets boring, Thom thought. Nobody seemed to accept that he had no last name.
"Just Thom."
"Just Thom?"
"Yes?"
"Who is your father?"
"Noone."
"Noone?"
"I don't have a father" Thom sighed. Was it really so hard to understand?
"You're an orphan?"
"Yes. Ever since Mother died." The words ached. He wanted to accept his mother being ded, but it was possibly the hardest thing he'd ever done.
"Who was your mother?"
"Anna of the Forest People."
"The sword you have. It's familiar to me. Where'd you get it?"
"I didn't steal it," Thom cried. Nobody seemed to trust him here. Nobody trusted an uncivilised orphan. "It belonged to Mother."
"You are quite a good fighter, boy." Thom looked at the man. His violet eyes told Thom this man was not interested in his fighting abilities. There was something about him... Thom went into himself and dragged out his Gift. Slowly, untrackable –he thought - to even one of the most powerful sorcerers in the World, he let it see the man. His Gift was great. And well- trained. This man was definately a sorcerer.
"Like you'd care," Thom muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"Mother trained me," Thom explained.
"Your mother was a warrior?"
"A great warrior!"
"Who taught you how to use your Gift?"
"Shit! Ehm, sorry. I shouldn't have..." Thom tried to explain. He would've never tested the man if he'd know he'd be able to track it.
"All right. Where'd you learn it?"
Thom felt this was the right time to change the subject. "You never told me your name."
"It's Thom. Thom of Trebond."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Where'd you learn to use your Gift?"
"Mother. And the sorcerer of the Tribe."
"Your mother had the Gift?"
"Yes," Thom answered, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the conversation. "Where are you taking me?"
"I just wanted to talk to you. Are you sure your mother's name was Anna?"
"Yes!"
"What did she look like?"
"Like me... No actually. Like you. When she died I was almost as tall as her. I'm tall for my age, she was small. And her eyes were like yours." Thom was wondering. What did this Thom want from him? Why couldn't he just leave Mother alone and out of this?
"I believe I knew your mother once," the man said as if he'd read Thom's thoughts. Thom felt surprise rise in him. Someone who'd know Mother before she bacame Anna of the Forest People?! But the man's looks bothered him. Under the expensive, purple robes that were as different from Mother's brown, worn-out ones, he wasn't very tall and he looked very much like Mother in many ways. As much as a man could look like a woman, Thom thought. And the name... Could he be named from Mother's relative?
"Are you Mother's relative?" Thom could see the man was taken aback from his question.
"I believe I am," said the man after a while. "The sword, did your Mother have a name for it?"
"Lightning." Thom was confused. Why was Lightning important?
"I think your mother was my sister." The man, Thom's uncle it seemed, said. For some weird reason the news didn't surprise him, so he just nodded in response. "That makes you a Trebond. I know this all comes as a surprise for you as well as for me, but I feel I owe your Mother to adopt you."
"Don't adopt me because you owe Mother something," Thom said. Mother had always smiled at him and said he had the pride of a nobleman. She'd had that too, but he never commented it. She already knew.
"I miss your Mother and your the only link left to her, I think. It comes all of a sudden, but I really want to." Thom was shocked. Someone wanted him! He felt something pull him towards the man.
"If you promise me I'll be a knight."
"As a nobleman that'll be no problem."
"But... Who is my father?"
How did you like it? I know it's very short, but I really have no time for this right now. See y'all later.