Amethyst Fire
by Atlantis Forester
A.N. I'm so sorry it took this long! ^^; I was just overloaded with homework and tests.... grr..... Anyways, thanx for all those really nice reviews!!!!!! ^-^
Also, I'm making a vote: Who's your favorite guardian?! Tell me in your review! ^-^
Chapter One: Arrival to Tortall
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In the year 2002...
Alanna Trevor brushed back her long, fiery red hair impatiently. She glared with all her might at the teacher with her bright purple eyes. "I don't understand!" exclaimed the fifteen-year-old redhead. "Of all people to chose to sponsor this new kid, you just HAD to choose me?!"
Mrs. Heather rubbed her temples. "Alanna," she said patiently. "I do NOT want to go over this again. This new student claims that she knows you, and wants you of all the students in this school to sponsor her."
Alanna grinded her teeth together. "Fine," she said tightly after a while. "But don't EVER expect me to sponsor anyone else ever again."
"Yes, of course," Mrs. Heather assured. "I'll alert the principal, now. Wait here." She left hastily, before Alanna changed her mind.
The bell rang. Alanna waited impatiently for Mrs. Heather to come nack with the new student. Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Mrs. Heather returned, followed by a tall, green-eyed, black haired girl. (A.N. Ring any bells? ^^;)
"Alanna, here's your sponsor. Have fun, girls!" Mrs. Heather smiled warmly and hurried to her classroom.
"Hey," said the girl. Her eyes had a mischievous glint which appealed very much to Alanna. "My name's Foreste Thule. What's yours?"
Alanna immediately took a liking to this girl, and said, "Alanna Trevor." She held out a hand to shake Foreste's. As soon as they came into contact, a vision of a group of rather handsome men wearing medieval clothes flashed in her mind. A little shaken, she said, "Come on, we'll be late for class if we don't hurry. What's your first class?"
Foreste squinted at a piece of paper in her hand. "It says here that I have history first period."
Alanna brightened up. "That's my first class, too! It's this way."
The two girls rushed hurriedly down the hall.
~~~
"This was a brilliant idea!" Syth looked eagerly into the seeing water mirror. He watched Foreste sit down next to Alanna in history class.
Syphor lounged with a catlike grace on a divan. "Foreste poses well as a student. This should be very entertaining. Especially after that little... glitch with the Goddess."
Falles copiously arranged her chestnut curls. "Glitch? What glitch? Whatever. Right now, I can't decide between the pink silk or the crimson velvet. I'm having supper with Makith."
Syth made a face. "You mean that pretty-boy minor god of water? Yuck."
Falles huffed indignantly. "What would you know?! You're just a guy. Makith is absolutely gorgeous," she said with a dreamy sigh.
Syth made a gagging motion. Syphor rolled his eyes, and looked in the seeing water mirror.
~~~
"What did you just call me?!" hissed Alanna in a dangerously low voice.
Liz, a girl her age with hazel eyes and dark brown hair, replied, "I called you a purple-eyed tomboy with a bad attitude." She tossed back her hair, feeling proud of herself.
Foreste saw the murderous expression in Alanna's eyes, and murmured, "Insulting Alanna is a VERY bad idea..."
Luckily for Liz, Matt and Jeff, two of Alanna's friends, arrived. "Whoa!" exclaimed Matt. "Alanna, what's going on?"
"She insulted me! For no reason!" Alanna fumed.
"Just ignore her, then." Jeff advised.
"What?!" Alanna protested. "Why can't I just beat her up?"
"Of course you musn't beat her up! We have, erm, better things to do!" Foreste said innocently. "Now, go with Matt and Jeff. I have something to do."
Alanna frowned suspiciously. She did not see Foreste's lips moving in a silent incantation. Suddenly, she felt very dizzy, and tottered around. She would have fallen if Matt did not catch her. Visions like the one earlier that morning started flashing in her mind continuously. *What's happening?!* she screamed inwardly. Then everything went black.
~~~
Alanna opened her eyes, and was greeted by a blur of colors. She blinked several times, and her sight cleared. She was in a curiously furnished room, filled with queer and rare things. There was a crystal globe, and rolls of what looked like ancient parchment on the desk.
"So, you're finally awake." A familiar female voice sounded in Alanna's ears.
Alanna turned in the bed, and saw Foreste settled comfortably in an intricately carved armchair. "Foreste? What happened? The last thing I remember was a lot of visions, pictures, and voices... This is really confusing!"
"I know." Foreste put down the black leather bound book she had been holding. She turned her lime green eyes to Alanna. "I caused them."
There was a silence. Then, Alanna started to laugh. "That's a really funny joke, Forry." She stopped laughing when she realized that Foreste was perfectly serious.
"I'm one of the four universe guardians. We keep the balance between words and in time." Foreste paused, then resumed, "Alanna, you are a reincarnation of Alanna of Trebond, one of the most influencial women of a place called Tortall. Unfortunately, something happened when it wasn't supposed to, and she--technically, you--died when she was not to die. When your past self died, the course of the universe was corrupted."
"So, what are you saying?" Alanna demanded. "And why should I believe all this c***?!"
"I'm saying that to restore the order of the universe, I have to send you back to Tortall. Your past self died at the age of fifteen. I had to wait till now to send you back. I don't have enough time to waste trying to convince you. You'll just see yourself, as time goes by."
Alanna raised her eyebrows. "I still don't think--" She was interrupted by Foreste, who snapped her fingers with a mischievous grin. Alanna disappeared.
"FORRY!" yelled Syth, who had just come in with Falles and Syphor. "Stupid! You were supposed to give her back all her memories and give her tortallan clothes! You sent her back without even letting her remember her Gift!"
"I did!" protested Foreste. "But I made it so that it would come back to her slowly. Who said that we had to put everything EXACTLY like it used to be?"
Syphor's prussian blue eyes glinted. "Not bad. Not bad at all. This is going to be fun."
~~~
Tortall...
King Roald beckoned to his son silently. Jon obediently came over. "Jon, I want you to be more social!" he scolded. "This ball is in your honor, anyways. Look at all the pretty ladies here dying to dance with the Prince! I know you miss Alan, and I do, too, but what does Alan's passing have to do with women? Take Roger as an example: he's quite joyful and courteous nowadays."
Jon was about to reply hotly when a bright flash of amethyst light invaded the room. When the light faded enough for one to see, everyone saw a young girl of fifteen with coppery hair inert on the ground. Jon recognized Alanna through the alien clothes and long, wavy locks of hair. "Alanna!" he yelled. Jon ran with all his might to her side, and dropped to his knees.
Her lids fluttered opened to reveal, sure enough, bright amethyst eyes. Faithful screeched, and dashed to Jon and the red-haired girl.
The King stood up with a frown. "What just happened? Jon, who is that?"
Jon didn't answer. He was in ecstasy; Alanna was alive! No matter how, but she was alive and breathing in his very arms! He kissed her soft mouth happily, and buried his face in her hair. "Gods, I missed you so much..."
Alanna was confused. One moment, she was with Foreste, and the next, she was being kissed by an extremely handsome stranger, and being held way too familiarly by him. "Who are you?" she asked.
Jon froze. "You... you don't recognize me?! It's me, Jon!"
Alanna frowned; the name was somewhat familiar to her. She searched her memory, but he wasn't anywhere in there. "I'm really sorry," she said slowly, "But I don't know you." She got up. Alanna looked around, and was shocked. She had not realized before, but all the people in the richly furnished room were dressed very strangely. Their clothes were apparently made of costly material, and were of medieval design. *Just like in my visions!* Alanna realized, stunned. She remembered Foreste's words:
'Alanna, you are a reincarnation of Alanna of Trebond, one of the most influencial women of a place called Tortall. Unfortunately, something happened when it wasn't supposed to, and she--technically, you--died when she was not to die. When your past self died, the course of the universe was corrupted.'
"So this must be Tortall..." murmured Alanna to herself. She unconsciously straightened her jeans and sleeveless, tight t-shirt.
Gary had moved to place himself, when he saw Alanna's eye color. "WHAT?! She has PURPLE eyes! And her face looks exactly like Alan's!!!"
Raoul's eyes widened, and he rushed over to look. Everyone who knew Alan followed his example. "Mithros!" he muttered. He looked at Faithful, who was meowing happily and rubbing against the girl's legs familiarly. "A female version of Alan!"
A.N. SORRY! I know that this was short, too, but I PROMISE that the next chapter will be much longer! These days, chapters will take a lot of time, because I don't have much time. REVIEW!!!
by Atlantis Forester
A.N. I'm so sorry it took this long! ^^; I was just overloaded with homework and tests.... grr..... Anyways, thanx for all those really nice reviews!!!!!! ^-^
Also, I'm making a vote: Who's your favorite guardian?! Tell me in your review! ^-^
Chapter One: Arrival to Tortall
~~~
In the year 2002...
Alanna Trevor brushed back her long, fiery red hair impatiently. She glared with all her might at the teacher with her bright purple eyes. "I don't understand!" exclaimed the fifteen-year-old redhead. "Of all people to chose to sponsor this new kid, you just HAD to choose me?!"
Mrs. Heather rubbed her temples. "Alanna," she said patiently. "I do NOT want to go over this again. This new student claims that she knows you, and wants you of all the students in this school to sponsor her."
Alanna grinded her teeth together. "Fine," she said tightly after a while. "But don't EVER expect me to sponsor anyone else ever again."
"Yes, of course," Mrs. Heather assured. "I'll alert the principal, now. Wait here." She left hastily, before Alanna changed her mind.
The bell rang. Alanna waited impatiently for Mrs. Heather to come nack with the new student. Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Mrs. Heather returned, followed by a tall, green-eyed, black haired girl. (A.N. Ring any bells? ^^;)
"Alanna, here's your sponsor. Have fun, girls!" Mrs. Heather smiled warmly and hurried to her classroom.
"Hey," said the girl. Her eyes had a mischievous glint which appealed very much to Alanna. "My name's Foreste Thule. What's yours?"
Alanna immediately took a liking to this girl, and said, "Alanna Trevor." She held out a hand to shake Foreste's. As soon as they came into contact, a vision of a group of rather handsome men wearing medieval clothes flashed in her mind. A little shaken, she said, "Come on, we'll be late for class if we don't hurry. What's your first class?"
Foreste squinted at a piece of paper in her hand. "It says here that I have history first period."
Alanna brightened up. "That's my first class, too! It's this way."
The two girls rushed hurriedly down the hall.
~~~
"This was a brilliant idea!" Syth looked eagerly into the seeing water mirror. He watched Foreste sit down next to Alanna in history class.
Syphor lounged with a catlike grace on a divan. "Foreste poses well as a student. This should be very entertaining. Especially after that little... glitch with the Goddess."
Falles copiously arranged her chestnut curls. "Glitch? What glitch? Whatever. Right now, I can't decide between the pink silk or the crimson velvet. I'm having supper with Makith."
Syth made a face. "You mean that pretty-boy minor god of water? Yuck."
Falles huffed indignantly. "What would you know?! You're just a guy. Makith is absolutely gorgeous," she said with a dreamy sigh.
Syth made a gagging motion. Syphor rolled his eyes, and looked in the seeing water mirror.
~~~
"What did you just call me?!" hissed Alanna in a dangerously low voice.
Liz, a girl her age with hazel eyes and dark brown hair, replied, "I called you a purple-eyed tomboy with a bad attitude." She tossed back her hair, feeling proud of herself.
Foreste saw the murderous expression in Alanna's eyes, and murmured, "Insulting Alanna is a VERY bad idea..."
Luckily for Liz, Matt and Jeff, two of Alanna's friends, arrived. "Whoa!" exclaimed Matt. "Alanna, what's going on?"
"She insulted me! For no reason!" Alanna fumed.
"Just ignore her, then." Jeff advised.
"What?!" Alanna protested. "Why can't I just beat her up?"
"Of course you musn't beat her up! We have, erm, better things to do!" Foreste said innocently. "Now, go with Matt and Jeff. I have something to do."
Alanna frowned suspiciously. She did not see Foreste's lips moving in a silent incantation. Suddenly, she felt very dizzy, and tottered around. She would have fallen if Matt did not catch her. Visions like the one earlier that morning started flashing in her mind continuously. *What's happening?!* she screamed inwardly. Then everything went black.
~~~
Alanna opened her eyes, and was greeted by a blur of colors. She blinked several times, and her sight cleared. She was in a curiously furnished room, filled with queer and rare things. There was a crystal globe, and rolls of what looked like ancient parchment on the desk.
"So, you're finally awake." A familiar female voice sounded in Alanna's ears.
Alanna turned in the bed, and saw Foreste settled comfortably in an intricately carved armchair. "Foreste? What happened? The last thing I remember was a lot of visions, pictures, and voices... This is really confusing!"
"I know." Foreste put down the black leather bound book she had been holding. She turned her lime green eyes to Alanna. "I caused them."
There was a silence. Then, Alanna started to laugh. "That's a really funny joke, Forry." She stopped laughing when she realized that Foreste was perfectly serious.
"I'm one of the four universe guardians. We keep the balance between words and in time." Foreste paused, then resumed, "Alanna, you are a reincarnation of Alanna of Trebond, one of the most influencial women of a place called Tortall. Unfortunately, something happened when it wasn't supposed to, and she--technically, you--died when she was not to die. When your past self died, the course of the universe was corrupted."
"So, what are you saying?" Alanna demanded. "And why should I believe all this c***?!"
"I'm saying that to restore the order of the universe, I have to send you back to Tortall. Your past self died at the age of fifteen. I had to wait till now to send you back. I don't have enough time to waste trying to convince you. You'll just see yourself, as time goes by."
Alanna raised her eyebrows. "I still don't think--" She was interrupted by Foreste, who snapped her fingers with a mischievous grin. Alanna disappeared.
"FORRY!" yelled Syth, who had just come in with Falles and Syphor. "Stupid! You were supposed to give her back all her memories and give her tortallan clothes! You sent her back without even letting her remember her Gift!"
"I did!" protested Foreste. "But I made it so that it would come back to her slowly. Who said that we had to put everything EXACTLY like it used to be?"
Syphor's prussian blue eyes glinted. "Not bad. Not bad at all. This is going to be fun."
~~~
Tortall...
King Roald beckoned to his son silently. Jon obediently came over. "Jon, I want you to be more social!" he scolded. "This ball is in your honor, anyways. Look at all the pretty ladies here dying to dance with the Prince! I know you miss Alan, and I do, too, but what does Alan's passing have to do with women? Take Roger as an example: he's quite joyful and courteous nowadays."
Jon was about to reply hotly when a bright flash of amethyst light invaded the room. When the light faded enough for one to see, everyone saw a young girl of fifteen with coppery hair inert on the ground. Jon recognized Alanna through the alien clothes and long, wavy locks of hair. "Alanna!" he yelled. Jon ran with all his might to her side, and dropped to his knees.
Her lids fluttered opened to reveal, sure enough, bright amethyst eyes. Faithful screeched, and dashed to Jon and the red-haired girl.
The King stood up with a frown. "What just happened? Jon, who is that?"
Jon didn't answer. He was in ecstasy; Alanna was alive! No matter how, but she was alive and breathing in his very arms! He kissed her soft mouth happily, and buried his face in her hair. "Gods, I missed you so much..."
Alanna was confused. One moment, she was with Foreste, and the next, she was being kissed by an extremely handsome stranger, and being held way too familiarly by him. "Who are you?" she asked.
Jon froze. "You... you don't recognize me?! It's me, Jon!"
Alanna frowned; the name was somewhat familiar to her. She searched her memory, but he wasn't anywhere in there. "I'm really sorry," she said slowly, "But I don't know you." She got up. Alanna looked around, and was shocked. She had not realized before, but all the people in the richly furnished room were dressed very strangely. Their clothes were apparently made of costly material, and were of medieval design. *Just like in my visions!* Alanna realized, stunned. She remembered Foreste's words:
'Alanna, you are a reincarnation of Alanna of Trebond, one of the most influencial women of a place called Tortall. Unfortunately, something happened when it wasn't supposed to, and she--technically, you--died when she was not to die. When your past self died, the course of the universe was corrupted.'
"So this must be Tortall..." murmured Alanna to herself. She unconsciously straightened her jeans and sleeveless, tight t-shirt.
Gary had moved to place himself, when he saw Alanna's eye color. "WHAT?! She has PURPLE eyes! And her face looks exactly like Alan's!!!"
Raoul's eyes widened, and he rushed over to look. Everyone who knew Alan followed his example. "Mithros!" he muttered. He looked at Faithful, who was meowing happily and rubbing against the girl's legs familiarly. "A female version of Alan!"
A.N. SORRY! I know that this was short, too, but I PROMISE that the next chapter will be much longer! These days, chapters will take a lot of time, because I don't have much time. REVIEW!!!