The Truth That Makes Me Cry
Chapter 5
A/N: This is just a short fic. But plz review! If I don't get up to 40 reviews, the next chapter WONT COME OUT! You have been warned! Flames and comments welcome! Tell me if I should leave it here, or if I should carry on! Sorry this took so long to come out! It's been like 3 months! Sorry!
Also special thanx to my beta reader, ShadowSorceress! And thanx to all of you who reviewed
Also a big thanks you to Aurora! Who kept encouraging me to write, and also help me banish my writer's block, and helping me with later ideas for this story!
Disclaimer: As usual none of these characters are mine! So don't sue!
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It was just coming up to midnight. George had just crept out of the castle, and only narrowing avoiding the guards. The years he had spent as the King of Thieves certainly helped.
As he walked, George felt the morning breeze brush against his skin. He unintentionally wrapped his black cloak closer about him to ward off the chill, and other things hidden in the dark.
Know one knew that he was out. He had deliberately kept his leaving from the children and Jon. They would only worry. Or worse interfere. He did not want any one else to get hurt. He had made enough of a mess of this situation.
He led his faithful mare, Trixy, slowly down the road that led into the market place. George had no idea what he was going to do once he got to the Dancing Dove. He was nervous. He never rushed into anything; he always made time to prepare. Not this time. He could not be late. There was nothing he could do to prepare this time, and that made him more anxious.
As the Dancing Dove came into view, George stopped. He glanced around to make sure there was no immediate trap that he would fall into.
He climbed down off Trixy, and walked up to the main door. A thin sheet of perspiration appeared over his forehead. This had to be a trap.
He let his hand find the hilt of his dagger. He had to be careful, or neither him, nor Alanna would make it out alive.
He allowed his hand to hesitate for only a moment, and then he pushed open the door to the Dancing Dove and stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, and there was a solitary figure standing by the fire.
"Welcome my dear. Finally you have arrived. As you must know, I have been waiting for you." The speaker's voice was evidently a women's. As she turned around, her face came into the light. She was striking. Her hair was as dark as night, and cascaded down her shoulders. Her eyes were nothing but the purest blue. She had very defined cheekbones, which only added to her overall beauty.
She smiled a smile that would make most men fall to their feet in a quivering mass of jelly. Her teeth were as white as the moon, and they sparkled like diamonds.
"Where is Alanna?" George asked shortly. He was not at all fazed by this woman's beauty. There was only one lass for him, and he would not rest until she was back in his arms once more.
"Why are you in such a hurry to have her back? She is nothing but trouble, and is nothing of what a proper lady should be." The woman confidently took a step forward.
"Alanna is what I want. No one else could ever hope to take her place." He said. "Now tell me where she is or you will have an unpleasant scar running across your pretty neck". He replied smoothly.
"Guards! Seize him!" He shrieked. About three fully armed men came running towards him. He smiled inwardly. Apparently they did not have much faith in his abilities. He would show them.
With the speed that any other man would marvel at, he had taken out his knife, and threw it with such accuracy, that his chosen target had no chance. A look of horror passed over the man's face as the knife buried itself his chest. As soon as that was done, he turned to face his last to opponents.
He took out his hidden dagger, and rushed at them. There was no fear in his heart. This was for his Lioness.
The two others looked shocked. They apparently did not think he would be so bold.
As he moved he turned towards the shorter of the two, then he quickly changed direction and headed towards the other. With a quick, hard punch to the side of the head, he was on the floor unconscious. He smaller one, and most obviously the younger turned towards the door, and fled. George had no intension to go after him. It would be a waste of time. He had to get to Alanna.
The woman backed towards the corner of the room.
"Why?" This was all George had to ask. He needed answers before he left.
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes.
"Don't you recognise me George?" He asked hopefully.
George looked at her coldly as sudden realisation dawned on his face.
"Beth? Is it really you?" At her small nod of confirmation he continued. "Why did you do this?"
"You should know that you where the only desire of my heart. I could not live without you. I thought that if I showed you what a real lady was, you would come back to me."
George looked at her incredulously. 'That had been 25 years ago!' He thought to himself.
"That was a long time ago. You should have known that things would never be the same. So you did this all to get me back." Beth looked at him, realising that she had indeed lost him forever.
"I am sorry." This was all she said before he turned and left. George shook his head to clear it. Time to get Alanna and go home.
15 minutes later he found her locked away upstairs on an old bed. As soon as the door was knocked down, he was by her side in an instant. He took he hand in his, and whispered soothingly to her, letting her know that he was here.
He gathered her up in his arms. He barely noticed the large bump on her head, and the burses that covered her body. As soon as he got her home to the palace everything would be all right. That's what he thought anyway. But things rarely happened the way you wanted them to.
Chapter 5
A/N: This is just a short fic. But plz review! If I don't get up to 40 reviews, the next chapter WONT COME OUT! You have been warned! Flames and comments welcome! Tell me if I should leave it here, or if I should carry on! Sorry this took so long to come out! It's been like 3 months! Sorry!
Also special thanx to my beta reader, ShadowSorceress! And thanx to all of you who reviewed
Also a big thanks you to Aurora! Who kept encouraging me to write, and also help me banish my writer's block, and helping me with later ideas for this story!
Disclaimer: As usual none of these characters are mine! So don't sue!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
It was just coming up to midnight. George had just crept out of the castle, and only narrowing avoiding the guards. The years he had spent as the King of Thieves certainly helped.
As he walked, George felt the morning breeze brush against his skin. He unintentionally wrapped his black cloak closer about him to ward off the chill, and other things hidden in the dark.
Know one knew that he was out. He had deliberately kept his leaving from the children and Jon. They would only worry. Or worse interfere. He did not want any one else to get hurt. He had made enough of a mess of this situation.
He led his faithful mare, Trixy, slowly down the road that led into the market place. George had no idea what he was going to do once he got to the Dancing Dove. He was nervous. He never rushed into anything; he always made time to prepare. Not this time. He could not be late. There was nothing he could do to prepare this time, and that made him more anxious.
As the Dancing Dove came into view, George stopped. He glanced around to make sure there was no immediate trap that he would fall into.
He climbed down off Trixy, and walked up to the main door. A thin sheet of perspiration appeared over his forehead. This had to be a trap.
He let his hand find the hilt of his dagger. He had to be careful, or neither him, nor Alanna would make it out alive.
He allowed his hand to hesitate for only a moment, and then he pushed open the door to the Dancing Dove and stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, and there was a solitary figure standing by the fire.
"Welcome my dear. Finally you have arrived. As you must know, I have been waiting for you." The speaker's voice was evidently a women's. As she turned around, her face came into the light. She was striking. Her hair was as dark as night, and cascaded down her shoulders. Her eyes were nothing but the purest blue. She had very defined cheekbones, which only added to her overall beauty.
She smiled a smile that would make most men fall to their feet in a quivering mass of jelly. Her teeth were as white as the moon, and they sparkled like diamonds.
"Where is Alanna?" George asked shortly. He was not at all fazed by this woman's beauty. There was only one lass for him, and he would not rest until she was back in his arms once more.
"Why are you in such a hurry to have her back? She is nothing but trouble, and is nothing of what a proper lady should be." The woman confidently took a step forward.
"Alanna is what I want. No one else could ever hope to take her place." He said. "Now tell me where she is or you will have an unpleasant scar running across your pretty neck". He replied smoothly.
"Guards! Seize him!" He shrieked. About three fully armed men came running towards him. He smiled inwardly. Apparently they did not have much faith in his abilities. He would show them.
With the speed that any other man would marvel at, he had taken out his knife, and threw it with such accuracy, that his chosen target had no chance. A look of horror passed over the man's face as the knife buried itself his chest. As soon as that was done, he turned to face his last to opponents.
He took out his hidden dagger, and rushed at them. There was no fear in his heart. This was for his Lioness.
The two others looked shocked. They apparently did not think he would be so bold.
As he moved he turned towards the shorter of the two, then he quickly changed direction and headed towards the other. With a quick, hard punch to the side of the head, he was on the floor unconscious. He smaller one, and most obviously the younger turned towards the door, and fled. George had no intension to go after him. It would be a waste of time. He had to get to Alanna.
The woman backed towards the corner of the room.
"Why?" This was all George had to ask. He needed answers before he left.
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes.
"Don't you recognise me George?" He asked hopefully.
George looked at her coldly as sudden realisation dawned on his face.
"Beth? Is it really you?" At her small nod of confirmation he continued. "Why did you do this?"
"You should know that you where the only desire of my heart. I could not live without you. I thought that if I showed you what a real lady was, you would come back to me."
George looked at her incredulously. 'That had been 25 years ago!' He thought to himself.
"That was a long time ago. You should have known that things would never be the same. So you did this all to get me back." Beth looked at him, realising that she had indeed lost him forever.
"I am sorry." This was all she said before he turned and left. George shook his head to clear it. Time to get Alanna and go home.
15 minutes later he found her locked away upstairs on an old bed. As soon as the door was knocked down, he was by her side in an instant. He took he hand in his, and whispered soothingly to her, letting her know that he was here.
He gathered her up in his arms. He barely noticed the large bump on her head, and the burses that covered her body. As soon as he got her home to the palace everything would be all right. That's what he thought anyway. But things rarely happened the way you wanted them to.