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Summary: Did you ever wonder what happened to Alanna those years that she was banished from the palace when Kel was a page? Here is what I think she did.
Chapter Two
Alanna woke early the next morning, eager to get on the road soon. She dressed simply in black breeches and a loose blue shirt, sword strapped at her waist. It was too hot to travel in full armor, and she didn't want to have to clean the sand off it anyway.
By the time the sun was up she had already paid the innkeeper, and was on her way to the desert, deciding that she would go first to the Bloody Hawk, she hadn't been there for quite some time and thought the tribe might give her something to do for a while.
Around noon she spotted something strange through a clearing in the forest, not far from the desert. Wanting to investigate, without being heard, she dismounted and walked silently through the under brush to the clearing.
What she saw shocked her.
It was a village, or had once been a village anyway. Paths between piles of ash marked where roads once ran between buildings, various home items, such as cooking supplies, were scattered everywhere. Grasping the ember stone at her neck she saw no traces of magic among the ruin, this was not done by a sorcerer, no, it looked more like the work of bandits.
After searching the surroundings for about five minuets Alanna found horse tracks leading out of the clearing, and into the desert. The prints were barely disturbed, which meant they mush have been recent. She once again mounted her mare. Something terrible had happened here, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Not to mention she had four years of extra time on her hands.
It wasn't long before she spotted something. Only a few yards into the sand lay a large dark figure. Cautiously Alanna moved closer to the shape. It was a man she discovered, laying on his side, but he was in bad shape.
He had hair that was either brown or black; it was hard to tell with all the sand in it. His nose was long and crooked. His large mouth was shut tightly against the elements. A small cut went across his forehead, and the blood was dry. His eyes were closed.
Alanna started to make the sign against evil, but then she noticed something. The sand next to his nose moved, slightly yes, but it still moved. This man was still breathing which could mean only one thing; he was alive.
*~*Okay, that was short, but I am not exactly sure how I am going to write the next part. I just want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. It was my first, which makes you my first reviewers, and that's very special.
XetherealX; Thank you very, very much, I am glad you liked it. bumblebee; Thanks, I don't think anyone has done one like this before, here it is. Scarlet Mage; Thanks, I never did like George much myself. Sailor Star; Ok, so I didn't exactly update soon, but here it is. Hev; You like it, you really like it! You have been wanting to read the rest of it, so here you go, have fun.
That's all folks! Please r&r! ~ Lady Murasaki.
Summary: Did you ever wonder what happened to Alanna those years that she was banished from the palace when Kel was a page? Here is what I think she did.
Chapter Two
Alanna woke early the next morning, eager to get on the road soon. She dressed simply in black breeches and a loose blue shirt, sword strapped at her waist. It was too hot to travel in full armor, and she didn't want to have to clean the sand off it anyway.
By the time the sun was up she had already paid the innkeeper, and was on her way to the desert, deciding that she would go first to the Bloody Hawk, she hadn't been there for quite some time and thought the tribe might give her something to do for a while.
Around noon she spotted something strange through a clearing in the forest, not far from the desert. Wanting to investigate, without being heard, she dismounted and walked silently through the under brush to the clearing.
What she saw shocked her.
It was a village, or had once been a village anyway. Paths between piles of ash marked where roads once ran between buildings, various home items, such as cooking supplies, were scattered everywhere. Grasping the ember stone at her neck she saw no traces of magic among the ruin, this was not done by a sorcerer, no, it looked more like the work of bandits.
After searching the surroundings for about five minuets Alanna found horse tracks leading out of the clearing, and into the desert. The prints were barely disturbed, which meant they mush have been recent. She once again mounted her mare. Something terrible had happened here, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Not to mention she had four years of extra time on her hands.
It wasn't long before she spotted something. Only a few yards into the sand lay a large dark figure. Cautiously Alanna moved closer to the shape. It was a man she discovered, laying on his side, but he was in bad shape.
He had hair that was either brown or black; it was hard to tell with all the sand in it. His nose was long and crooked. His large mouth was shut tightly against the elements. A small cut went across his forehead, and the blood was dry. His eyes were closed.
Alanna started to make the sign against evil, but then she noticed something. The sand next to his nose moved, slightly yes, but it still moved. This man was still breathing which could mean only one thing; he was alive.
*~*Okay, that was short, but I am not exactly sure how I am going to write the next part. I just want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. It was my first, which makes you my first reviewers, and that's very special.
XetherealX; Thank you very, very much, I am glad you liked it. bumblebee; Thanks, I don't think anyone has done one like this before, here it is. Scarlet Mage; Thanks, I never did like George much myself. Sailor Star; Ok, so I didn't exactly update soon, but here it is. Hev; You like it, you really like it! You have been wanting to read the rest of it, so here you go, have fun.
That's all folks! Please r&r! ~ Lady Murasaki.