~*Chapter 9*~

Jon paced up and down his room as he normally did when his mind was plagued with worry. It was nighttime and darkness was swirling around him, there was a very faint beam of moonlight entering his room. He wondered if his Alanna was looking up at that same moon, wherever she was.

He tried to brush that thought away as almost anytime he though of her his heart ached and he felt like falling to the ground in tears. But he couldn't, now was not the time to lose his mind, his country needed him. . . but then so did Alanna.

"Alanna, where are you?" he whispered the question to himself, as no one else was in the room. He eventually fell into a restless sleep, he dreamt Alanna was drowning and he was yelling and trying to pull her out of the water but she kept sliding from his grasp.

He awoke, his heart pounding and his body covered in a cold sweat. His eyes fell on a letter that had been slipped under his door. He looked suspiciously at it, who was it from? Well, there was only one way to find out. He reached down and opened the letter.

To your Majesty,

Alanna of Trebond, Heiress to Olau, Knight of the realm of Tortall and King's Champion is safe and well. We have her hostage. If you ever want he back you must pay. We will set the price of her life at 400,000 gold nobles. Await further instructions of payment and she will be returned.

The Clan of Amorath

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Gary swore as he looked at the letter, his anger flickered across his normally calm face, Raoul seemed to be at breaking point, only just managing to hold his temper and George was more than ready to commit murder.

"By god these low lives will pay," growled Gary.

"Cousin, we must focus on getting Alanna back first. Payback will come later. They cannot continue these crimes." Said Jon, his voice strong, betraying how he really felt inside.

"The Clan of Amorath have been operating for several years now." Said Myles, who had been quiet until now. "They were a group of boys off the streets who kidnapped a merchants daughter, the merchant offered them a large sum of money for them to return her. Which they did, they had found an easy way to make money and they just kept working their way up. Holding richer people hostage meant more money, and, I'm sorry to say, the security precautions that group take are water tight."

"Do you mean to say we can't get her back unless we pay this ridiculous ransom?" snapped Raoul.

A/N: Oooh, a cliffhanger.well sort of anyway. Thank you sooooooo much for all your reviews. I love all of you, so much. And I'd like to thank the academy.*starts crying*. Hehehehe, anyway! I know, I'm a very random sort of person. But yeah, keep r/r, I think I'll be an optimist and aim for a 70 which I most likely won't get. But I am so wrapped, I have NEVER written a story that has gotten so many reviews. *blushes* you are all wonderful. And Jossie (who is an absolute darling and reviewed almost every chapter) thanx for the comment on the poem. I didn't actually write it for this story, but about my ex, but I thought it would be cool to put it in.

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