Alanna drifted halfway between Realms of the Dead and life. Above her she could see Jon and George, her two loves, staring at her lifeless body. Below her the Dark God waited, calling her. She started to float downward, despite her desperate attempts to reach her men. Then, a strange glowing filled her senses, giving off a warm light. As it grew brighter, Alanna realized that it was purple, the color of her gift. Slowly, it drove away the Black God, pushing her upward. Its power radiated off her, tickling her skin, coursing through her veins. Life, she thought. I'm feeling the gift of life return.
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As the King stared at his best friend's lifeless body, a pigeon flew in the window. In a blink of an eye, its head turned into Daine's.
"King Jonathon," she scolded, not noticing Alanna. "Thayet…Thayet left. She thought that you and Alanna--
"Don't care," Jon interrupted. "I don't care."
Her mouth a grim line, Daine formed herself entirely Pigeon and flew off. Jon turned and delicately stroked a strand of Alanna's copper hair off of her peaceful face. Blue fire worked its way around her head, and down to her heart, Unknowingly, Jon had given Alanna the extra magic it took to bring her back. She opened her eyes.
Startled, Jon drew away his hand. "Alanna!" he spluttered. "I thought you were dead!"
"I was," she mumbled. He didn't press her.
George swooped down and warmly planted a kiss on her lips, but pulled back when she didn't return his emotions. She was staring at Jon, her gaze filled with love. The king returned the look, and uttered two words. "I'm sorry."
Alanna broke down and wept. Tentatively Jon leaned in and kissed her delicately, and left. George heard the gate opening, and galloping hoof beats. He shook his head, his vision blurred. So my lass still loves her king, he thought bitterly. So be it.
(A/n: No, I'm not done yet! Was that chapter satisfactory?)