Amethyst Fire
by Atlantis Forester
A.N.
Chapter Three:
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George gently lay the sleeping girl on her bed and turned to Jon. "She has long hair," he snapped. "And her physical build is different!"
Jon nodded absently, looking over Alanna appreciatively. "She IS more attractive this way--"
George's eyes blazed. "I liked Alanna the way she was! Are you sure that this is Alanna? She may resemble a lot to Alanna, but she's... different. My Sight tells me that this isn't exactly the Alanna we used to know."
Jon sighed impatiently. "I'm SURE. I have the Gift, you know. I can TELL."
George's eyebrows came slightly together as he reached out his hand to brush away Alanna's long hair from her face. "The aura of her Gift is the same, though," he admitted.
Jon felt funny; now that he knew that George harbored feelings for Alanna, and that he wasn't just a good friend, it was almost like there was a present rivalry. Yet, when he and George had gotten into that fight after Alanna's death, and their friendship was severed, he admitted to himself that he had missed George's unwavering comradeship. "Hey, George," he said softly.
George looked up sharply. "What?" he asked brusquely.
Jon held out his hand. "Let's shake and be friends again, shall we?" he asked with a broad grin.
George thought for a moment, then cracked into one of those smiles that Alanna had always loved. "All right."
Alanna smiled in her sleep.
~~~
Alanna was unpleasantly woken up by the feeling of something small crawling on her back. She screeched when she realized it was a spider and beat it off in a flurry of hands. When it was off of her, she rolled up into a ball under the covers, glaring fiercely at the harmless spider who was scuttling off with all its might. Alanna was glad that no one had been around to witness her disgraceful show. She hated for people to think she was an easily startled and frightened girl. She was the most daring and impetuous female in her entire school, and liked to prove it. Her fear of spiders was, to her, a great humiliation.
With a yawn and a stretch, she got up and padded softly around to explore the room. Alanna noticed a small door in the side of the room, and, curious, opened it. It creaked open to reveal a richly furnished room, mainly a blue and silver theme. The room would have been very pretty if it weren't for clothes, books, weapons, and other random things scattered harum-scarum all over the place. With amusement, Alanna thought, *This is obviously a guy's room.* (A.N. No offense to anyone, I'm just basing this room on my brother's!)
After peering around and making sure that the room was empty, she closed her door behind her, and picked up a book from the floor. Flipping through the pages, she saw many runes and strange inscription. With raised eyebrows, she started to read strange instructions, something having to do with some "gift". Alanna installed herself comfortably in the rich dark blue velvet armchair in a corner. *Oh well, I might as well amuse myself with this,* she thought, *Until whoever lives here comes back.* She read on, interested.
As she was a rather avid reader, she soon finished the small volume. Putting it down, she hunted throught the bookshelves next to the bed and picked out a few books that might prove to be interesting. Suddenly, as she was settling down back in the armchair (which she was getting to be rather fond of) and starting another book, the door opened. Startled, Alanna yelped, accidentally throwing the book at the face of the person at the door. Apologizing fervently with blood rushing to her cheeks, Alanna was able to see the face of the person. She was very pretty, with green eyes, sleek, dark hair, full lips and a lush figure. Her face, however, was currently twisted with furor. Angrily rearranging her green satin skirts, the lady glared at Alanna. "Who are you?" she demanded shrilly.
Offended by her tone, Alanna glared back challengingly. "What's it to you?" she answered tartly.
The lady drew herself up indignantly. "I am the Lady Delia! Who do you think you are to speak in such a tone to me?" she gasped. Her eyes narrowed. "And what are you doing in Prince Jonathan's room?"
Alanna gaped at Delia. "That clot is a PRINCE? And this is his room? Gee, I thought that royalty would have neater rooms than this! Doesn't he have servants or something to clean this pigsty?!" For some reason, this struck Alanna as enormously funny.
"How dare you insult the Prince so!" Delia shrieked.
Alanna narrowed her violet eyes. "Like I said before, what's it to you?"
"Why you--" Delia raised her hand as if to slap her.
"Delia!" A commanding voice came from behind her. It was Jon. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his blue eyes icy.
Delia's composure changed immediately. She prostrated herself before him, fluttering her lashes prettily. She looked up at him with her most winsome and appealing face. "This lowly girl was going through your things without your permission, my Lord," she protested. "And she insulted you!"
Jon coughed lightly, noticing Alanna's smouldering eyes. "Erm, I don't think it's very wise to call her lowly, Delia," he said delicately. "Why don't you leave this to me, and enjoy the rest of your day spending time with the other ladies?"
Delia lifted her eyes to him with a suggestive look. "I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day with you, my Lord." She leaned forward appealingly, making sure that her bare expanse of creamy skin was right in view. "Perhaps it can extend to the night?"
Alanna rolled her eyes in disgust. Jon coughed again, feeling awkward between the two girls. "That won't be necessary," he said hurriedly.
Delia sighed and curtsied submissingly. She glanced sharply at Alanna. "Come, wench," she commanded. "The Prince wishes us to leave him."
Alanna was about to explode at Delia's bossy demeanor, but Jon spoke first. "Lady Alanna is no wench. She is of noble blood. Also, I would rather enjoy her company at the present moment."
Delia's eyes widened as she glanced between Alanna and Jon. With a murderous look at Alanna, she swished away brusquely.
As soon as she left, Jon closed the door with a sigh. Alanna was still fuming. "Who does that prissy puss think she is?!" She turned to Jon. "And I'm no lady! I don't need YOU to lie to her to defend my cause! I can perfectly well take care of myself!"
Jon only raised his eyebrows at her with a playful smile. Without warning, he grabbed her by her waist, and settled her down firmly on his lap. This only served to fuel Alanna's anger. She squirmed in his arms, trying to wrench herself free, at the same time displaying her extended vocabulary of colorful words. Jon seemed a bit startled with some of them, and winced at some of them. Nevertheless, he kept his arms firmly clamped around her. "My, my," he murmured in her ear, "You're still quite the fiery one, aren't you?"
To Alanna's dismay, she found that she couldn't help but relax in his strong arms and like the throaty tone of his voice. They basked a few moments in each other's close presence, then Jon became serious. "Alanna, how are you still alive? I mean, you just... appear right in thin air after being thought dead for almost a year!"
Alanna froze and twisted around to stare at him uncomprehendingly. "What?!" she demanded. " Dead? What kind of crazy person are you?! I'm alive and very well now, thank you."
"But George swore that he saw you die before his very eyes, as did Marek, his right hand man!" Jon insisted.
"You're demented," she said flatly. "And who is this George, anyways?! And this Marek?!"
Jon ignored her. "You don't even seem to remember anyone or anything! When everyone thought you were dead for almost a year, you just appear out of thin air! I saw your dead corpse myself!"
"What?! Remember?! Dead?! CORPSE?! This is getting to be too much! To top this all off, I've only known you for not even a whole day, and you treat me like your long-time girlfriend!"
"What's a girlfriend?"
"ARGH! I can't stand this any more! I'm OUTTA here!" Alanna stomped out to her room.
Jon sighed, and rubbed his temples. This was all so confusing! So many pieces just didn't fit together, yet others did. If they didn't figure out something soon, life would get a lot more complicated.
~~~
"Awww," murmured Foreste in mock sympathy. "Poor little duckling! So many things in his little head, aren't there!"
"You're too cruel," noted Syphor, swirling the ruby red wine in his goblet lazily.
"I'm devoid of any emotion, remember?" Foreste reminded him. "When we were created, They took all our passion and compassionate human feelings away."
"Personally," said Fally, "I'm glad we are rid of those silly emotions called 'love' and things like that. It seems to make everyone's lives so much harder, doesn't it?"
"For once," Syth remarked, "I agree with you."
"Still, Forry seems to have a much more cruel streak in her the rest of do," Syphor insisted.
"So?" Foreste demanded bluntly. "Rearranging lives and seeing the consequences amuse me. They're one of my favorite passtimes! Anyways, what harm could it be?"
"Famous last words," murmured Syphor.
~~~
IMPORTANT:
A.N. Now, people, I'm truly sorry that this chapter was so short! From now on, please check my author bio: I'll be letting you know from there how the progress on my fics are going. See, during the summer, I won't be able to update a lot, because my computer won't let me on FF.net, so I have to update on the school computers right now! In the summer, though, I'll try to update on my friends' computers! Thanx! REVIEW, please!
by Atlantis Forester
A.N.
Chapter Three:
~~~
George gently lay the sleeping girl on her bed and turned to Jon. "She has long hair," he snapped. "And her physical build is different!"
Jon nodded absently, looking over Alanna appreciatively. "She IS more attractive this way--"
George's eyes blazed. "I liked Alanna the way she was! Are you sure that this is Alanna? She may resemble a lot to Alanna, but she's... different. My Sight tells me that this isn't exactly the Alanna we used to know."
Jon sighed impatiently. "I'm SURE. I have the Gift, you know. I can TELL."
George's eyebrows came slightly together as he reached out his hand to brush away Alanna's long hair from her face. "The aura of her Gift is the same, though," he admitted.
Jon felt funny; now that he knew that George harbored feelings for Alanna, and that he wasn't just a good friend, it was almost like there was a present rivalry. Yet, when he and George had gotten into that fight after Alanna's death, and their friendship was severed, he admitted to himself that he had missed George's unwavering comradeship. "Hey, George," he said softly.
George looked up sharply. "What?" he asked brusquely.
Jon held out his hand. "Let's shake and be friends again, shall we?" he asked with a broad grin.
George thought for a moment, then cracked into one of those smiles that Alanna had always loved. "All right."
Alanna smiled in her sleep.
~~~
Alanna was unpleasantly woken up by the feeling of something small crawling on her back. She screeched when she realized it was a spider and beat it off in a flurry of hands. When it was off of her, she rolled up into a ball under the covers, glaring fiercely at the harmless spider who was scuttling off with all its might. Alanna was glad that no one had been around to witness her disgraceful show. She hated for people to think she was an easily startled and frightened girl. She was the most daring and impetuous female in her entire school, and liked to prove it. Her fear of spiders was, to her, a great humiliation.
With a yawn and a stretch, she got up and padded softly around to explore the room. Alanna noticed a small door in the side of the room, and, curious, opened it. It creaked open to reveal a richly furnished room, mainly a blue and silver theme. The room would have been very pretty if it weren't for clothes, books, weapons, and other random things scattered harum-scarum all over the place. With amusement, Alanna thought, *This is obviously a guy's room.* (A.N. No offense to anyone, I'm just basing this room on my brother's!)
After peering around and making sure that the room was empty, she closed her door behind her, and picked up a book from the floor. Flipping through the pages, she saw many runes and strange inscription. With raised eyebrows, she started to read strange instructions, something having to do with some "gift". Alanna installed herself comfortably in the rich dark blue velvet armchair in a corner. *Oh well, I might as well amuse myself with this,* she thought, *Until whoever lives here comes back.* She read on, interested.
As she was a rather avid reader, she soon finished the small volume. Putting it down, she hunted throught the bookshelves next to the bed and picked out a few books that might prove to be interesting. Suddenly, as she was settling down back in the armchair (which she was getting to be rather fond of) and starting another book, the door opened. Startled, Alanna yelped, accidentally throwing the book at the face of the person at the door. Apologizing fervently with blood rushing to her cheeks, Alanna was able to see the face of the person. She was very pretty, with green eyes, sleek, dark hair, full lips and a lush figure. Her face, however, was currently twisted with furor. Angrily rearranging her green satin skirts, the lady glared at Alanna. "Who are you?" she demanded shrilly.
Offended by her tone, Alanna glared back challengingly. "What's it to you?" she answered tartly.
The lady drew herself up indignantly. "I am the Lady Delia! Who do you think you are to speak in such a tone to me?" she gasped. Her eyes narrowed. "And what are you doing in Prince Jonathan's room?"
Alanna gaped at Delia. "That clot is a PRINCE? And this is his room? Gee, I thought that royalty would have neater rooms than this! Doesn't he have servants or something to clean this pigsty?!" For some reason, this struck Alanna as enormously funny.
"How dare you insult the Prince so!" Delia shrieked.
Alanna narrowed her violet eyes. "Like I said before, what's it to you?"
"Why you--" Delia raised her hand as if to slap her.
"Delia!" A commanding voice came from behind her. It was Jon. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his blue eyes icy.
Delia's composure changed immediately. She prostrated herself before him, fluttering her lashes prettily. She looked up at him with her most winsome and appealing face. "This lowly girl was going through your things without your permission, my Lord," she protested. "And she insulted you!"
Jon coughed lightly, noticing Alanna's smouldering eyes. "Erm, I don't think it's very wise to call her lowly, Delia," he said delicately. "Why don't you leave this to me, and enjoy the rest of your day spending time with the other ladies?"
Delia lifted her eyes to him with a suggestive look. "I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day with you, my Lord." She leaned forward appealingly, making sure that her bare expanse of creamy skin was right in view. "Perhaps it can extend to the night?"
Alanna rolled her eyes in disgust. Jon coughed again, feeling awkward between the two girls. "That won't be necessary," he said hurriedly.
Delia sighed and curtsied submissingly. She glanced sharply at Alanna. "Come, wench," she commanded. "The Prince wishes us to leave him."
Alanna was about to explode at Delia's bossy demeanor, but Jon spoke first. "Lady Alanna is no wench. She is of noble blood. Also, I would rather enjoy her company at the present moment."
Delia's eyes widened as she glanced between Alanna and Jon. With a murderous look at Alanna, she swished away brusquely.
As soon as she left, Jon closed the door with a sigh. Alanna was still fuming. "Who does that prissy puss think she is?!" She turned to Jon. "And I'm no lady! I don't need YOU to lie to her to defend my cause! I can perfectly well take care of myself!"
Jon only raised his eyebrows at her with a playful smile. Without warning, he grabbed her by her waist, and settled her down firmly on his lap. This only served to fuel Alanna's anger. She squirmed in his arms, trying to wrench herself free, at the same time displaying her extended vocabulary of colorful words. Jon seemed a bit startled with some of them, and winced at some of them. Nevertheless, he kept his arms firmly clamped around her. "My, my," he murmured in her ear, "You're still quite the fiery one, aren't you?"
To Alanna's dismay, she found that she couldn't help but relax in his strong arms and like the throaty tone of his voice. They basked a few moments in each other's close presence, then Jon became serious. "Alanna, how are you still alive? I mean, you just... appear right in thin air after being thought dead for almost a year!"
Alanna froze and twisted around to stare at him uncomprehendingly. "What?!" she demanded. " Dead? What kind of crazy person are you?! I'm alive and very well now, thank you."
"But George swore that he saw you die before his very eyes, as did Marek, his right hand man!" Jon insisted.
"You're demented," she said flatly. "And who is this George, anyways?! And this Marek?!"
Jon ignored her. "You don't even seem to remember anyone or anything! When everyone thought you were dead for almost a year, you just appear out of thin air! I saw your dead corpse myself!"
"What?! Remember?! Dead?! CORPSE?! This is getting to be too much! To top this all off, I've only known you for not even a whole day, and you treat me like your long-time girlfriend!"
"What's a girlfriend?"
"ARGH! I can't stand this any more! I'm OUTTA here!" Alanna stomped out to her room.
Jon sighed, and rubbed his temples. This was all so confusing! So many pieces just didn't fit together, yet others did. If they didn't figure out something soon, life would get a lot more complicated.
~~~
"Awww," murmured Foreste in mock sympathy. "Poor little duckling! So many things in his little head, aren't there!"
"You're too cruel," noted Syphor, swirling the ruby red wine in his goblet lazily.
"I'm devoid of any emotion, remember?" Foreste reminded him. "When we were created, They took all our passion and compassionate human feelings away."
"Personally," said Fally, "I'm glad we are rid of those silly emotions called 'love' and things like that. It seems to make everyone's lives so much harder, doesn't it?"
"For once," Syth remarked, "I agree with you."
"Still, Forry seems to have a much more cruel streak in her the rest of do," Syphor insisted.
"So?" Foreste demanded bluntly. "Rearranging lives and seeing the consequences amuse me. They're one of my favorite passtimes! Anyways, what harm could it be?"
"Famous last words," murmured Syphor.
~~~
IMPORTANT:
A.N. Now, people, I'm truly sorry that this chapter was so short! From now on, please check my author bio: I'll be letting you know from there how the progress on my fics are going. See, during the summer, I won't be able to update a lot, because my computer won't let me on FF.net, so I have to update on the school computers right now! In the summer, though, I'll try to update on my friends' computers! Thanx! REVIEW, please!