Amethyst Fire
by Atlantis Forester
A.N. I'm sorry that this took so long! I was just sooooo busy........... ^^;
Chapter Two: Escapade and George
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Corus, Dancing Dove...
"Yer Majesty!" Stefan huffed and puffed, taking deep intakes of breaths.
George, whose face had been sad and expressionless ever since Alanna's death, looked up in surprise. "Stefan?!" he asked in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"Prince Jonathan says to come quick!" Stefan pressed. "He says it concerns Squire Alan!"
George stood up so quickly that he almost overturned the table and chair. "Saddle my horse!" he ordered harshly. He eyed Stefan questioningly. "Is it by any chance a trap?"
Stefan shook his head seriously. "No. The Prince was very serious. But I don' know what come over 'im. He seemed really excited about somewha'."
George was grim. "Well, I'll find out what this is all about soon enough."
~~~
Corus, palace...
Alanna sat down on the bed, fuming. *Who did that jerk think he was?!* she thought angrily. The handsome dark-haired guy had kissed her MUCH too intimately for her tastes. She had slapped him, of course. Alanna couldn't help giggling a little at the memory of his shocked face. The people around them had gasped.
*Still,* she thought grumpily, *He had no right to kiss me! He stole my first kiss!* She punched a pillow. Now, she was stuck in this stupid room (Though it WAS a nice room.). The guy who had kissed her (he said that his name was Jonathan) had forgiven her for slapping him, asked her if she was tired, and without waiting for her answer, he placed her in this very room. Now, Alanna was VERY bored. All she had with her from her world was her small bag, which only held a couple of CDs, her discman, some schoolbooks, and keys.
Alanna Trevor was BORED. And when she's bored, she tends to find something to do.
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"George!" Jon's face looked relieved. "You're finally here!"
George frowned. "What's all this about Alanna?" he demanded harshly. He didn't exactly feel like being cordial to his FORMER friend.
Jon looked agitated. "George, Alanna's HERE."
"WHAT?!" George said unbelievingly. "What do you mean?!"
"She just dropped in! Literally!" Jon cried out. "But she looked different; she had on these strange clothes, was less... muscular, and her hair was long. But she was alive... wonderfully alive!" Jon trailed off blissfully.
George frowned. "Are you sure this isn't some Alanna-look-a-like?" Secretly, though, he prayed that what Jon was saying was true. Nevertheless, he said harshly, "Jon, you're cracked. Alanna DIED. I SAW her take her last breath!"
Jon set his jaw. "I'm NOT crazy. Look, I'll show you her! You'll see!" He hurried down the hallways. George put his hood back over his face, and hurriedly followed Jon.
They arrived at Alanna's old quarters. Jon knocked, and opened the door. "She's right in here," he informed George. They saw only an empty room. Jon gaped. The only trace that someone had been there was a foreign looking bag next to a mussed up bed. "Where did she go?!" he exclaimed.
George's face was tight. "Is this your idea of a funny joke?" His heart was sinking.
Jon swerved around, furious. "Do you think I would joke about this?! I love Alanna! I would never joke about this! Look, I'm positive that she's still closeby. Let's go look for her."
George was quiet for a moment. "Fine. But if you're leading me on, and I find out, then I never want to see your face again."
"Deal."
~~~
Alanna sat down on the velvet carpet and massaged her sore feet. *How long have I been wandering around in here?* she asked herself. Alanna was convinced that for the past half hour, she had been walking in circles. With a sigh, the copper-haired girl got up, and trudged ahead. She had been walking for a few minutes when she heard two male voices conversing around a corner. Dazedly, she stopped, and waited for their faces to come into view. It was Jon and a man who looked strangely familiar...
Jon saw Alanna's yawning figure in front of him, and exclaimed, "There she is!" He hurried to Alanna's side, who blinked at him sleepily. Jon turned to see George's reaction.
George stood there, face pale and strange emotions flitted on his face. Finally, he said hoarsely, "Alanna?"
Alanna scrunched up her nose, and her violet eyes were slightly drowsy. "Who are you?" she asked.
George's heart almost stopped, and his green eyes were wide with pain. "She... she doesn't recognize me!" he choked out. Nonetheless, he strode quickly to her, and hugged her tight in his arms.
Through sleepy thoughts, Alanna was puzzled. *Who the heck is this guy?* she wondered. *Why is he hugging me? Strange...* She leaned into the warmth of the hug. *It feels strangely comfortable to be in his arms. I'm glad that he didn't kiss me, like Jon did. Weird... why does everyone here seem to know me, when I haven't even seen their faces before?* she mused while snuggling her face into his firm chest. For the first time in her life, Alanna felt completely and utterly safe. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
~~~
Beyond the clouds and dimensions...
Syth groaned continuously and supported his head with his hands. "Forry!" he growled. "This was NOT supposed to happen! We're all gonna be so dead!"
Foreste yawned delicately. "We can't die, remember?" she said cooly. "And, anyways, I'm not about to let you ruin m fun!"
Syphor put down the ancient testament in his hands. His silvery eyes gleamed. "Forry, you musn't forget that whatever mess you make, you clean up," he warned. "It's your responsibility. You may do what you like, as long as it does not corrupt the Balance. At least, not too much."
"I know, I know." Foreste's eyes twinkled mischievously.
A.N. Hey, peeps! Sorry about this chapter being so short and all; I didn't have much time. Now that my writing time is even more cut, the incoming chapters for all my fics will be VERY slow. Sorry!
R-E-V-I-E-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by Atlantis Forester
A.N. I'm sorry that this took so long! I was just sooooo busy........... ^^;
Chapter Two: Escapade and George
~~~
Corus, Dancing Dove...
"Yer Majesty!" Stefan huffed and puffed, taking deep intakes of breaths.
George, whose face had been sad and expressionless ever since Alanna's death, looked up in surprise. "Stefan?!" he asked in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"Prince Jonathan says to come quick!" Stefan pressed. "He says it concerns Squire Alan!"
George stood up so quickly that he almost overturned the table and chair. "Saddle my horse!" he ordered harshly. He eyed Stefan questioningly. "Is it by any chance a trap?"
Stefan shook his head seriously. "No. The Prince was very serious. But I don' know what come over 'im. He seemed really excited about somewha'."
George was grim. "Well, I'll find out what this is all about soon enough."
~~~
Corus, palace...
Alanna sat down on the bed, fuming. *Who did that jerk think he was?!* she thought angrily. The handsome dark-haired guy had kissed her MUCH too intimately for her tastes. She had slapped him, of course. Alanna couldn't help giggling a little at the memory of his shocked face. The people around them had gasped.
*Still,* she thought grumpily, *He had no right to kiss me! He stole my first kiss!* She punched a pillow. Now, she was stuck in this stupid room (Though it WAS a nice room.). The guy who had kissed her (he said that his name was Jonathan) had forgiven her for slapping him, asked her if she was tired, and without waiting for her answer, he placed her in this very room. Now, Alanna was VERY bored. All she had with her from her world was her small bag, which only held a couple of CDs, her discman, some schoolbooks, and keys.
Alanna Trevor was BORED. And when she's bored, she tends to find something to do.
~~~
"George!" Jon's face looked relieved. "You're finally here!"
George frowned. "What's all this about Alanna?" he demanded harshly. He didn't exactly feel like being cordial to his FORMER friend.
Jon looked agitated. "George, Alanna's HERE."
"WHAT?!" George said unbelievingly. "What do you mean?!"
"She just dropped in! Literally!" Jon cried out. "But she looked different; she had on these strange clothes, was less... muscular, and her hair was long. But she was alive... wonderfully alive!" Jon trailed off blissfully.
George frowned. "Are you sure this isn't some Alanna-look-a-like?" Secretly, though, he prayed that what Jon was saying was true. Nevertheless, he said harshly, "Jon, you're cracked. Alanna DIED. I SAW her take her last breath!"
Jon set his jaw. "I'm NOT crazy. Look, I'll show you her! You'll see!" He hurried down the hallways. George put his hood back over his face, and hurriedly followed Jon.
They arrived at Alanna's old quarters. Jon knocked, and opened the door. "She's right in here," he informed George. They saw only an empty room. Jon gaped. The only trace that someone had been there was a foreign looking bag next to a mussed up bed. "Where did she go?!" he exclaimed.
George's face was tight. "Is this your idea of a funny joke?" His heart was sinking.
Jon swerved around, furious. "Do you think I would joke about this?! I love Alanna! I would never joke about this! Look, I'm positive that she's still closeby. Let's go look for her."
George was quiet for a moment. "Fine. But if you're leading me on, and I find out, then I never want to see your face again."
"Deal."
~~~
Alanna sat down on the velvet carpet and massaged her sore feet. *How long have I been wandering around in here?* she asked herself. Alanna was convinced that for the past half hour, she had been walking in circles. With a sigh, the copper-haired girl got up, and trudged ahead. She had been walking for a few minutes when she heard two male voices conversing around a corner. Dazedly, she stopped, and waited for their faces to come into view. It was Jon and a man who looked strangely familiar...
Jon saw Alanna's yawning figure in front of him, and exclaimed, "There she is!" He hurried to Alanna's side, who blinked at him sleepily. Jon turned to see George's reaction.
George stood there, face pale and strange emotions flitted on his face. Finally, he said hoarsely, "Alanna?"
Alanna scrunched up her nose, and her violet eyes were slightly drowsy. "Who are you?" she asked.
George's heart almost stopped, and his green eyes were wide with pain. "She... she doesn't recognize me!" he choked out. Nonetheless, he strode quickly to her, and hugged her tight in his arms.
Through sleepy thoughts, Alanna was puzzled. *Who the heck is this guy?* she wondered. *Why is he hugging me? Strange...* She leaned into the warmth of the hug. *It feels strangely comfortable to be in his arms. I'm glad that he didn't kiss me, like Jon did. Weird... why does everyone here seem to know me, when I haven't even seen their faces before?* she mused while snuggling her face into his firm chest. For the first time in her life, Alanna felt completely and utterly safe. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
~~~
Beyond the clouds and dimensions...
Syth groaned continuously and supported his head with his hands. "Forry!" he growled. "This was NOT supposed to happen! We're all gonna be so dead!"
Foreste yawned delicately. "We can't die, remember?" she said cooly. "And, anyways, I'm not about to let you ruin m fun!"
Syphor put down the ancient testament in his hands. His silvery eyes gleamed. "Forry, you musn't forget that whatever mess you make, you clean up," he warned. "It's your responsibility. You may do what you like, as long as it does not corrupt the Balance. At least, not too much."
"I know, I know." Foreste's eyes twinkled mischievously.
A.N. Hey, peeps! Sorry about this chapter being so short and all; I didn't have much time. Now that my writing time is even more cut, the incoming chapters for all my fics will be VERY slow. Sorry!
R-E-V-I-E-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!