Amethyst Fire
by Atlantis Forester
Short summary: Alanna dies, but she's reincarnated into the year 2002, same age as she was when she died; sixteen. Alanna, in her reincarnated form, finds herself having flashbacks that are not her own, and gets transported back to Tortall! R+R VERY appreciated! ^-^
Prologue
A.N. Hello readers!!!!!! ^-^ It's me again! I just wrote this fic to get rid of this terrible author's block for "Daine, Numair, and Arram", and when I realized that it was an actually good idea, I decided to post it up! Enjoy!!!!!! ^-^ Oh, and Alanna died when she was sixteen. It was right after she visited Thom at the City of the Gods.
And, also, our favorite universe guardians are in this story, too! ^-^ But, they have a less important role than in "Daine, Arram, and Numair".
~~~
At Corus, in the Dancing Dove...
Alanna stubbornly set her chin and glared at the two tall men facing her. "No," she declared.
George frowned. "But you could get hurt!"
Alanna made a frustrated noise. "George, I'm not a baby! I know how to take care of myself! Besides, it's only a few miles away. I could be there and back in no time!"
Jon looked worriedly at her. "Alanna, George is right. How can you go to Murel all by yourself, and in the middle of the night?! You don't even have Lightning with you!"
"I'll have Faithful with me," she answered defiantly, "and besides, what could happen in a four mile ride?"
George tried another attempt. "At least let one of us go with you!"
"No."
Jon finally had enough. "And what will stop us from following you?" he demanded.
"Me," Alanna said calmly.
Jon gritted his teeth and was silent. But she was so goddamn STUBBORN!
Alanna saw the dark expression on Jon's face, and her eyes softened. "Don't worry," she told them both. "I'll be fine."
Famous last words.
~~~
The next day, at the palace...
Jon walked back and forth on the flawless marble floor. "Alan should have been back by now!"
Gary patted his back sympathetically. "Maybe he was delayed on the way back."
"There are just too many maybes in that," he said with a frown.
Suddenly, Stefan entered the room. His face was sad and troubled. "His Majesty's wanting to see you in the Dancing Dove right now. It's important."
Jon glanced at Gary, then followed Stefan out of the room.
~~~
The Dancing Dove...
Jon came into George's room, and saw him sitting in front of his desk, his face buried into his hands. He was still wearing his boots, which were covered in a sheen of dust. He tentatively touched George on the shoulder, who was very still. "George? What's wrong?"
"She's dead, Jon. Alanna's dead," came the muffled, strangely hoarse answer.
Jon didn't answer, because his mind abruptly froze. Slowly, he repeated the deadly phrase. "Alanna's dead?!" He suddenly got the full impact of what George had just said, and sat down hard on another chair. After a moment, he asked in a choked voice, "How?"
George' face appeared above his hands. His face was streaked with dirt and clean traces where the tears had passed through. "This midday, I got a bad feeling, so I saddled my horse, and took Marek with me to find Alanna, who should have been back a long time ago. We was almost halfway there, when Faithful jumped out of the trees, yowling, and his fur bristling. He told me that Alanna was wounded very deeply, and was dying. We rushed into the forest, and found her, but it was too late. The lass was too deeply wounded to fix.
"She looked at me, and her eyes were already dimming away. She was only able to say who did this to her..." George turned away, his face dark.
By now, Jon was trembling hard of anger, tears, and shock. His sapphire eyes flashed. "Who was it, George?" he asked softly. "Because, whomever it was, I'm going to make sure pays for her life... by blood."
George abruptly turned back to him, his face terrible with anger. "It was that damned cousin of yours, Jon!" he shouted, "That damned sorcerer killed Alanna!" George lowered his voice, remembering that people in the inn could hear him. "She tried to talk to you about him all the time," he said with narrowed eyes, "tried to tell you what kind of a person he really was. But you never listened." He looked in the opposite direction of Jon, and was silent.
Jon thought his heart was being ripped up to pieces. First, he finds out that Alanna's dead, then he finds out that his only cousin murdered her! Unsteadily, he said, "You have no proof."
George's eyes flashed, and he swung around. In a dangerously soft voice, he said, "How can you say that when your love (he emphasized on "love" sarcastically) just died?!" His lips tightened. "Did you know something? I loved her too. At least I care!"
"I DO care, too!" Jon shouted. "Don't you dare say I don't, George Cooper! What would you do if you were in my place, huh?!"
George was silent. Finally, he said, "I would rip the veil over my eyes."
(A.N. Wow ^^; this is getting pretty dramatic, eh?!)
~~~
At the City of the Gods...
Thom shouted a word of command, and the purple fire turned back to it's normal yellow and orange flicker. He closed his bright violet eyes. Ever since he had gotten the news of Alanna's death, he had been trying to find out who killed her. Overcome with grief, he slumped down, and tears welled in his eyes. Alanna had been the only person he loved besides himself, their long gone mother, and maybe even his father. "Alanna, why did you have to die on me?!" he whispered harshly to himself.
~~~
Somewhere beyond in the skies...
"Hmm, he's having a hard time, don't you think, Syphor?" observed a green-eyed girl with ebony hair.
The black haired youth with silvery prussian blue eyes nodded. "Yes, and so are all her other friends. Knowing you, Foreste, you're probably planning some 'meddling' right now."
Foreste pursed her lips. "Actually, I'm not."
Syth, another boy, except with dark brown hair and amber eyes, raised his eyebrows. "Really? It's rather hard to believe."
Foreste aimed a smack in his direction, and missed. A girl next to her with chestnut hair and golden eyes scratched her head puzzledly. "Then why are so many unintended things happening?"
Foreste sighed impatiently. "I've been Seeing. Alanna's still alive... in a way."
Syth leaned forward. "How can she be alive 'in a way'?" he asked curiously.
"Reincarnation..." Foreste trailed off, bright green eyes gleaming.
Syphor's unique eyes gleamed as well. "We could help along on the way..."
A.N. I KNOW this is incredibly short according to my standards, as I usually write about 12 pages or more, but remember, this is a PROLOGUE. Review!!!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!! Be a responsible reader and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by Atlantis Forester
Short summary: Alanna dies, but she's reincarnated into the year 2002, same age as she was when she died; sixteen. Alanna, in her reincarnated form, finds herself having flashbacks that are not her own, and gets transported back to Tortall! R+R VERY appreciated! ^-^
Prologue
A.N. Hello readers!!!!!! ^-^ It's me again! I just wrote this fic to get rid of this terrible author's block for "Daine, Numair, and Arram", and when I realized that it was an actually good idea, I decided to post it up! Enjoy!!!!!! ^-^ Oh, and Alanna died when she was sixteen. It was right after she visited Thom at the City of the Gods.
And, also, our favorite universe guardians are in this story, too! ^-^ But, they have a less important role than in "Daine, Arram, and Numair".
~~~
At Corus, in the Dancing Dove...
Alanna stubbornly set her chin and glared at the two tall men facing her. "No," she declared.
George frowned. "But you could get hurt!"
Alanna made a frustrated noise. "George, I'm not a baby! I know how to take care of myself! Besides, it's only a few miles away. I could be there and back in no time!"
Jon looked worriedly at her. "Alanna, George is right. How can you go to Murel all by yourself, and in the middle of the night?! You don't even have Lightning with you!"
"I'll have Faithful with me," she answered defiantly, "and besides, what could happen in a four mile ride?"
George tried another attempt. "At least let one of us go with you!"
"No."
Jon finally had enough. "And what will stop us from following you?" he demanded.
"Me," Alanna said calmly.
Jon gritted his teeth and was silent. But she was so goddamn STUBBORN!
Alanna saw the dark expression on Jon's face, and her eyes softened. "Don't worry," she told them both. "I'll be fine."
Famous last words.
~~~
The next day, at the palace...
Jon walked back and forth on the flawless marble floor. "Alan should have been back by now!"
Gary patted his back sympathetically. "Maybe he was delayed on the way back."
"There are just too many maybes in that," he said with a frown.
Suddenly, Stefan entered the room. His face was sad and troubled. "His Majesty's wanting to see you in the Dancing Dove right now. It's important."
Jon glanced at Gary, then followed Stefan out of the room.
~~~
The Dancing Dove...
Jon came into George's room, and saw him sitting in front of his desk, his face buried into his hands. He was still wearing his boots, which were covered in a sheen of dust. He tentatively touched George on the shoulder, who was very still. "George? What's wrong?"
"She's dead, Jon. Alanna's dead," came the muffled, strangely hoarse answer.
Jon didn't answer, because his mind abruptly froze. Slowly, he repeated the deadly phrase. "Alanna's dead?!" He suddenly got the full impact of what George had just said, and sat down hard on another chair. After a moment, he asked in a choked voice, "How?"
George' face appeared above his hands. His face was streaked with dirt and clean traces where the tears had passed through. "This midday, I got a bad feeling, so I saddled my horse, and took Marek with me to find Alanna, who should have been back a long time ago. We was almost halfway there, when Faithful jumped out of the trees, yowling, and his fur bristling. He told me that Alanna was wounded very deeply, and was dying. We rushed into the forest, and found her, but it was too late. The lass was too deeply wounded to fix.
"She looked at me, and her eyes were already dimming away. She was only able to say who did this to her..." George turned away, his face dark.
By now, Jon was trembling hard of anger, tears, and shock. His sapphire eyes flashed. "Who was it, George?" he asked softly. "Because, whomever it was, I'm going to make sure pays for her life... by blood."
George abruptly turned back to him, his face terrible with anger. "It was that damned cousin of yours, Jon!" he shouted, "That damned sorcerer killed Alanna!" George lowered his voice, remembering that people in the inn could hear him. "She tried to talk to you about him all the time," he said with narrowed eyes, "tried to tell you what kind of a person he really was. But you never listened." He looked in the opposite direction of Jon, and was silent.
Jon thought his heart was being ripped up to pieces. First, he finds out that Alanna's dead, then he finds out that his only cousin murdered her! Unsteadily, he said, "You have no proof."
George's eyes flashed, and he swung around. In a dangerously soft voice, he said, "How can you say that when your love (he emphasized on "love" sarcastically) just died?!" His lips tightened. "Did you know something? I loved her too. At least I care!"
"I DO care, too!" Jon shouted. "Don't you dare say I don't, George Cooper! What would you do if you were in my place, huh?!"
George was silent. Finally, he said, "I would rip the veil over my eyes."
(A.N. Wow ^^; this is getting pretty dramatic, eh?!)
~~~
At the City of the Gods...
Thom shouted a word of command, and the purple fire turned back to it's normal yellow and orange flicker. He closed his bright violet eyes. Ever since he had gotten the news of Alanna's death, he had been trying to find out who killed her. Overcome with grief, he slumped down, and tears welled in his eyes. Alanna had been the only person he loved besides himself, their long gone mother, and maybe even his father. "Alanna, why did you have to die on me?!" he whispered harshly to himself.
~~~
Somewhere beyond in the skies...
"Hmm, he's having a hard time, don't you think, Syphor?" observed a green-eyed girl with ebony hair.
The black haired youth with silvery prussian blue eyes nodded. "Yes, and so are all her other friends. Knowing you, Foreste, you're probably planning some 'meddling' right now."
Foreste pursed her lips. "Actually, I'm not."
Syth, another boy, except with dark brown hair and amber eyes, raised his eyebrows. "Really? It's rather hard to believe."
Foreste aimed a smack in his direction, and missed. A girl next to her with chestnut hair and golden eyes scratched her head puzzledly. "Then why are so many unintended things happening?"
Foreste sighed impatiently. "I've been Seeing. Alanna's still alive... in a way."
Syth leaned forward. "How can she be alive 'in a way'?" he asked curiously.
"Reincarnation..." Foreste trailed off, bright green eyes gleaming.
Syphor's unique eyes gleamed as well. "We could help along on the way..."
A.N. I KNOW this is incredibly short according to my standards, as I usually write about 12 pages or more, but remember, this is a PROLOGUE. Review!!!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!! Be a responsible reader and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!