A/N: OK, here I am again. I've been bored in maths, so I wrote some more.
Disclaimer: I own no one you recognise (in this chapter I hope it's just Alanna and Coram). I'm getting no money from doing this.
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"Alanna! What scrappy handwriting! And that is not the proper format for a party invitation!" The priestess looked with disgust at Alanna's messy blotted page. Of course, Alanna knew this was incorrect. She even knew the correct format, and her handwriting was usually tight and neat. But frankly, she didn't want to learn this. She had played the idiot when she first arrived, and had had to relearn reading and writing. Now that they were reasonably satisfied with her abilities, she had been placed in the most junior class to learn this rubbish.
"Pay attention!" the priestess slapped her across the back of the hand. Alanna looked at the woman. "Great Merciful Mother!" gasped the priestess backing away from Alanna. The other girls crowded around to see what had their teacher so horrified. As soon as they saw her face, they made for the wall. One screamed.
"What?" Alanna asked grumpily. Her eye was hurting, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with the silliness of these people.
The priestess had reached the wall now. From it she took a mirror and handed it to the girl closest to her. The girl gulped, and walked slowly toward Alanna, to give her the mirror.
"Well? Look in it." She prompted when Alanna just held it. Alanna sighed and lifted the mirror.
Her eye was a bruised and bloody mess, gradually getting worse as she watched it. Her lip split on it's own, and began to bleed sluggishly.
Alanna's eyes blurred and she collapsed. A boy's face leered up in front of he, laughing maliciously.
"Next time I tell you to clean my tack, you'll do it." And with that he walked out of the stable door.
Stable?
And then everything went black.
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She woke in a bed that was not her own, in a room she did not recognise.
"I'll tell th' lads ye're ill." Said a familiar voice. Alanna looked up.
"Coram?" she asked as the figure walked out the door, for she was certain that was the man who had been in the room.
A moment later the door opened again. "Coram?" she asked again, sitting up.
"Coram?" said the woman in the doorway with mild amusement in her voice. "You must be mistaken child. You're in the healers wing at the convent, and I'm Nurse Angela, remember me?"
"But this isn't." Alanna had started to say this wasn't the healers, but as she looked around, she realized this was indeed the convent healers wing. The only problem was, this was defiantly not where she had woken up.
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A/N: Who was that boy? Was Coram really there? Or is this just a strange fairytale about cross dressers? No, that would be my other fic. You know how to find out! Click the button down there and review!
I want suggestions. I know roughly where this is going, but if you know what should come next, tell me please!
No, she hopefully will NOT end up at court looking for a hubby.
Oh, and in the next chapter, I think someone might die.
Thanks to:
Temptress
White-Wolf
Lady Alison
Skywalker
Disclaimer: I own no one you recognise (in this chapter I hope it's just Alanna and Coram). I'm getting no money from doing this.
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"Alanna! What scrappy handwriting! And that is not the proper format for a party invitation!" The priestess looked with disgust at Alanna's messy blotted page. Of course, Alanna knew this was incorrect. She even knew the correct format, and her handwriting was usually tight and neat. But frankly, she didn't want to learn this. She had played the idiot when she first arrived, and had had to relearn reading and writing. Now that they were reasonably satisfied with her abilities, she had been placed in the most junior class to learn this rubbish.
"Pay attention!" the priestess slapped her across the back of the hand. Alanna looked at the woman. "Great Merciful Mother!" gasped the priestess backing away from Alanna. The other girls crowded around to see what had their teacher so horrified. As soon as they saw her face, they made for the wall. One screamed.
"What?" Alanna asked grumpily. Her eye was hurting, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with the silliness of these people.
The priestess had reached the wall now. From it she took a mirror and handed it to the girl closest to her. The girl gulped, and walked slowly toward Alanna, to give her the mirror.
"Well? Look in it." She prompted when Alanna just held it. Alanna sighed and lifted the mirror.
Her eye was a bruised and bloody mess, gradually getting worse as she watched it. Her lip split on it's own, and began to bleed sluggishly.
Alanna's eyes blurred and she collapsed. A boy's face leered up in front of he, laughing maliciously.
"Next time I tell you to clean my tack, you'll do it." And with that he walked out of the stable door.
Stable?
And then everything went black.
~*~*~*~*~
She woke in a bed that was not her own, in a room she did not recognise.
"I'll tell th' lads ye're ill." Said a familiar voice. Alanna looked up.
"Coram?" she asked as the figure walked out the door, for she was certain that was the man who had been in the room.
A moment later the door opened again. "Coram?" she asked again, sitting up.
"Coram?" said the woman in the doorway with mild amusement in her voice. "You must be mistaken child. You're in the healers wing at the convent, and I'm Nurse Angela, remember me?"
"But this isn't." Alanna had started to say this wasn't the healers, but as she looked around, she realized this was indeed the convent healers wing. The only problem was, this was defiantly not where she had woken up.
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A/N: Who was that boy? Was Coram really there? Or is this just a strange fairytale about cross dressers? No, that would be my other fic. You know how to find out! Click the button down there and review!
I want suggestions. I know roughly where this is going, but if you know what should come next, tell me please!
No, she hopefully will NOT end up at court looking for a hubby.
Oh, and in the next chapter, I think someone might die.
Thanks to:
Temptress
White-Wolf
Lady Alison
Skywalker