A/N OOOOO!! The First Exciting Chapter!!!!
Disclaimer - People and Places belong to Tammy Pierce. Some parts of Wild Magic in here too.
My Story - Alanna and George's Son
"George, get up," said Alanna of Olau and Pirate's Swoop. She urgently awoke her sleeping
husband.
"What's the matter, lass?" asked a very groggy George.
"The baby is coming!"
George shot up in bed.
"I'll go get Maude," he said.
Alanna laid back down and waited. The pain was excruciating. You better be worth all the pain
you're giving me, Little One, she thought to her rapidly arriving baby. She bit back her cries of
pain. I have to be strong for the baby.
George returned quickly with Maude in tow. Maude kneeled beside the bed. A green fire washed
over Alanna.
"How is it?" asked an anxious George.
"Alanna, dear, you are going to have to hang in there. This child doesn't seem to leave his nice
warm home," said Maude.
After many hours and few screams of pain, the newest member of the family arrived. He was
named Thom of Pirate's Swoop.
"He's so beautiful," said the new mother in awe of her tiny son.
"Looks just like that brother of yours," said George with a wide grin.
The mother and father fell asleep while watching little Thom sleeping peacefully.
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"THOM!!! Get back here!"
"Come and catch me, Mama!" replied the little boy.
He darted off with Alanna coming up behind him. Thom ducked behind his father and Alanna
looked at George.
"I would like my son back," she demanded to George.
"Your son?? A small, redheaded lad with bright, violet eyes??" he asked innocently.
Alanna nodded.
"Well, I haven't seen him," George said.
Alanna looked around George. Quickly, she grabbed her son into a giant hug.
"Got you!!"
"Mama!!!" Thom returned the hug.
George looked forlorn. "Can I have a hug, too?"
"Of course, Pa," replied Thom.
The Baron swept his son and wife into his arms. The guards were all laughing. They knew how
much the family loved each other.
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"Pa, why are they so small?" asked Thom pointing at his new siblings.
"Babies are always small. You were small as a baby," replied his Pa.
"Pa, how come they cry all the time?"
"That is what babies do. They cry because they cannot speak yet. That is their way of saying they
need something."
"Oh. Pa, how are babies made?" asked the ever curious Thom.
George colored slightly. "Well, ah... maybe you should ask your mother."
"Why, Pa?" continued Thom.
"Because your mother knows better than I do."
"Oh. Okay." With that Thom went off to find his mother.
Alanna was in her bedchamber still recovering from the birth of Alan and Alianne when Thom
bounded in with a look of extreme look of curiosity.
"What did your father tell you to ask me?" she asked warily.
"I want to know how babies are made and Pa told me to ask you." He looked at her hopefully.
"Here we go," sighed Alanna. "Thom, we're going to hold off on this conversation until later. I'm
very tired."
"Okay, Mama." Thom kissed his mother and left.
He's three years old and he wants to know this already. I hope he'll forget about it for now.
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"I can't believe that dolt!! How could he do something that stupid?!?!?!"
Alanna was mad about something and her famous temper was beginning to explode. Thom looked
at his mother and decided that she needed a hug. He went up to her and gave her a hug.
"Mama, I love you," he said.
Alanna couldn't help but smile. Her son could always cheer her up.
"There's no use being angry, dear" said George. "What's done is done."
The Lioness looked at her husband ruefully. "I hate it when you're right."
George smiled. "I know, that's why I try to be right as often as I can. Why don't you and Thom go
fence?"
"That's a good idea. Come on, Rascal, let's go."
"Coming, Mother."
"Watch your opponents chest. Unless you are fencing one of the best, like Duke Gareth of Naxen,
then their chest should give away the attack."
"But Mama, you are one of the best. I'd say THE best."
"Thank you, Thom, but I'm not the best," replied Alanna.
George was watching them. "Lass, you know you're the best in Tortall, at least."
Alanna looked at her husband. "Care to prove that point?"
"I have no wish to die today," he replied pretending to be serious.
Alanna smiled. "Good choice, husband of mine. Now back to you, Thom. Always watch for an
opening or a slip-up in your opponents defense. Sometimes it only lasts for a split second so you
must always keep watch."
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"Thhhooommm, pwease fence with me," begged Alianne. "Pwease."
"Fine."
They squared off. Alianne was only three, but she was a great fencer. She struck as quick as
lightning, but Thom parried her blows easily. He struck back with the Crescent Moon and
knocked Alianne's sword out of her hand.
"Not fayuh. You pwomised to go easy."
Thom smiled at his sister. "I'm sorry."
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"Roald! Kally!" shouted Thom as he saw the Prince and Princess of Tortall ride into the courtyard
on ponies.
"Hi, Thom," said Roald.
"Hi," said Kally. "How are you?"
"Good," said Thom, "Pa was teaching me how to pickpockets."
"That's neat! I want to learn," said an eager Roald.
"Roald!" exclaimed Kalasin with mock surprise.
They all laughed.
"Well, if Roald is going to learn, I want to learn, too," she said.
A few days later the Queen's Riders rode into Pirate's Swoop, along with the children's mothers.
"Mama! Mama! Mama!"
The children came running out of the castle. They threw themselves at their mothers.
"It's good to see you. I hope you haven't been causing Pa and Maude too much trouble," said
Alanna as she hugged her children.
"Of course not, Mama," replied Thom.
(switching back to Thom's perspective)
It was at that point that we met Daine, the Wildmage, and survived the pirates' attack.
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A/N Like it??? Isn't it better than the first chapter??? Constructive Criticism most welcome.
Disclaimer - People and Places belong to Tammy Pierce. Some parts of Wild Magic in here too.
My Story - Alanna and George's Son
"George, get up," said Alanna of Olau and Pirate's Swoop. She urgently awoke her sleeping
husband.
"What's the matter, lass?" asked a very groggy George.
"The baby is coming!"
George shot up in bed.
"I'll go get Maude," he said.
Alanna laid back down and waited. The pain was excruciating. You better be worth all the pain
you're giving me, Little One, she thought to her rapidly arriving baby. She bit back her cries of
pain. I have to be strong for the baby.
George returned quickly with Maude in tow. Maude kneeled beside the bed. A green fire washed
over Alanna.
"How is it?" asked an anxious George.
"Alanna, dear, you are going to have to hang in there. This child doesn't seem to leave his nice
warm home," said Maude.
After many hours and few screams of pain, the newest member of the family arrived. He was
named Thom of Pirate's Swoop.
"He's so beautiful," said the new mother in awe of her tiny son.
"Looks just like that brother of yours," said George with a wide grin.
The mother and father fell asleep while watching little Thom sleeping peacefully.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"THOM!!! Get back here!"
"Come and catch me, Mama!" replied the little boy.
He darted off with Alanna coming up behind him. Thom ducked behind his father and Alanna
looked at George.
"I would like my son back," she demanded to George.
"Your son?? A small, redheaded lad with bright, violet eyes??" he asked innocently.
Alanna nodded.
"Well, I haven't seen him," George said.
Alanna looked around George. Quickly, she grabbed her son into a giant hug.
"Got you!!"
"Mama!!!" Thom returned the hug.
George looked forlorn. "Can I have a hug, too?"
"Of course, Pa," replied Thom.
The Baron swept his son and wife into his arms. The guards were all laughing. They knew how
much the family loved each other.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Pa, why are they so small?" asked Thom pointing at his new siblings.
"Babies are always small. You were small as a baby," replied his Pa.
"Pa, how come they cry all the time?"
"That is what babies do. They cry because they cannot speak yet. That is their way of saying they
need something."
"Oh. Pa, how are babies made?" asked the ever curious Thom.
George colored slightly. "Well, ah... maybe you should ask your mother."
"Why, Pa?" continued Thom.
"Because your mother knows better than I do."
"Oh. Okay." With that Thom went off to find his mother.
Alanna was in her bedchamber still recovering from the birth of Alan and Alianne when Thom
bounded in with a look of extreme look of curiosity.
"What did your father tell you to ask me?" she asked warily.
"I want to know how babies are made and Pa told me to ask you." He looked at her hopefully.
"Here we go," sighed Alanna. "Thom, we're going to hold off on this conversation until later. I'm
very tired."
"Okay, Mama." Thom kissed his mother and left.
He's three years old and he wants to know this already. I hope he'll forget about it for now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't believe that dolt!! How could he do something that stupid?!?!?!"
Alanna was mad about something and her famous temper was beginning to explode. Thom looked
at his mother and decided that she needed a hug. He went up to her and gave her a hug.
"Mama, I love you," he said.
Alanna couldn't help but smile. Her son could always cheer her up.
"There's no use being angry, dear" said George. "What's done is done."
The Lioness looked at her husband ruefully. "I hate it when you're right."
George smiled. "I know, that's why I try to be right as often as I can. Why don't you and Thom go
fence?"
"That's a good idea. Come on, Rascal, let's go."
"Coming, Mother."
"Watch your opponents chest. Unless you are fencing one of the best, like Duke Gareth of Naxen,
then their chest should give away the attack."
"But Mama, you are one of the best. I'd say THE best."
"Thank you, Thom, but I'm not the best," replied Alanna.
George was watching them. "Lass, you know you're the best in Tortall, at least."
Alanna looked at her husband. "Care to prove that point?"
"I have no wish to die today," he replied pretending to be serious.
Alanna smiled. "Good choice, husband of mine. Now back to you, Thom. Always watch for an
opening or a slip-up in your opponents defense. Sometimes it only lasts for a split second so you
must always keep watch."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~
"Thhhooommm, pwease fence with me," begged Alianne. "Pwease."
"Fine."
They squared off. Alianne was only three, but she was a great fencer. She struck as quick as
lightning, but Thom parried her blows easily. He struck back with the Crescent Moon and
knocked Alianne's sword out of her hand.
"Not fayuh. You pwomised to go easy."
Thom smiled at his sister. "I'm sorry."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~
"Roald! Kally!" shouted Thom as he saw the Prince and Princess of Tortall ride into the courtyard
on ponies.
"Hi, Thom," said Roald.
"Hi," said Kally. "How are you?"
"Good," said Thom, "Pa was teaching me how to pickpockets."
"That's neat! I want to learn," said an eager Roald.
"Roald!" exclaimed Kalasin with mock surprise.
They all laughed.
"Well, if Roald is going to learn, I want to learn, too," she said.
A few days later the Queen's Riders rode into Pirate's Swoop, along with the children's mothers.
"Mama! Mama! Mama!"
The children came running out of the castle. They threw themselves at their mothers.
"It's good to see you. I hope you haven't been causing Pa and Maude too much trouble," said
Alanna as she hugged her children.
"Of course not, Mama," replied Thom.
(switching back to Thom's perspective)
It was at that point that we met Daine, the Wildmage, and survived the pirates' attack.
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~
A/N Like it??? Isn't it better than the first chapter??? Constructive Criticism most welcome.