(A/n: thank you to all the reviewers. I'm going to use a couple of the ideas, and see what happens)
Flashback:
Alanna heard the cries for help. Troubled, she kicked Darkmoon into a gallop and came upon a young woman and her baby, who were running from something, screaming. She tried to yell over the mother's terrified screams, but failed. Drawing her sword, she followed the young woman into a town. Then, she heard a noise behind her. Alanna reined Darkmoon around and was horrified to see a giant, black metal beast, at least 7 feet tall. Its head swiveled around on a non-existent neck, visor-teeth clicking. The knight dismounted, hearing the screams and shouts of the villagers behind her. They were all trying to hide. She lunged forward, swinging her sword in a wide arch. She winced as metal grated on metal. Out of nowhere, 5 knife-fingers swung up and started tearing at her back. She bit her lip and brought down her sword on the things head with all her power. A wisp of white vapor emerged out of the cracked head dome and was dispersed by the wind. With what was left of her strength, Alanna clambered onto Darkmoon, and feinted.
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She woke up groggily in a bumping and rumbling wagon, beads of sweat pouring down her face. She half-noticed the bandages covering her back, chest, and right arm. The knight thought Jon was beside her, and reached out to touch him for comfort. He arm swiped through open air.
"Jon…" she whispered.
A head poked in at the entrance. Alanna vaguely recognized his face. But it wasn't Jon. She once again fell asleep.
Several hours later then train of wagons and escorts rumbled through Pirate Swoop's gate. Jon hopped up, rushing to where Alanna lay. He looked in. She tossed and turned, semiconsciously crying out in pain. When the healers pulled her out on a stretcher, he made to carry one end, but George beat him to it. Then Jon remembered Thayet. She was his wife. He didn't care. He loved Alanna.
George settled her in their bed, and both men sat down in chairs and watched her. They knew she was hanging onto life by a thread. Then it happened. She slipped away.
(A/n: ok, maybe you thought it was a depressing end of this CHAPTER, but don't give up on me. I have been spurred on to new heights. In fact, I will write another chappie right NOW)