Starlet: You know those stories you make up as you go along? Thins is one
of them. Sure I got the ending down but what about the middle? Lol. So
please bare with me!
Chapter 5
Alanna rose steadily her mind whirling with visions of horror. Roger was here! That meant she hadn't been careful enough to make sure no one followed her. Slowly George crept down the stairway and took a look into the main room of the bar.
"What business do you have with Alan, my lord?" Gary demanded.
"Gareth, you tax my patience. I merely wish to see Trebond on an important matter." Roger replied calmly.
"Forgive my rudeness but last I heard, when you came in here before you had a fit like none other. How do I know you will know throw another fit like last time?"
"Last time?" Roger said puzzled. "What do you mean last time?" He demanded, face frozen in shock.
"Didn't you come here earlier?" Gary asked, his face now shone with puzzlement.
"No."
"Bah! That's a lie outright. Excuse me interuptin your talk, but I saw with my own two eyes! Twas the Duke of Conte that blew this place to bits. Else wise this is an excellent copy by the likes I've never seen. Even had the orange gift!" A young man proclaimed, he looked to be about maybe 11 years of age. His hair was in messy locks and his face would have been handsome if it were clean. A deep scar that looked like a sword wound etched deep in his right cheek only made him seem more dashing.
"Sshhhh! Shut your mouth Pywan!!!" Someone whispered. Alanna had, had enough. She stepped down about to reveal herself when George stopped her.
"Not that way lass. You'll escape through the other way." He said calmly.
"But- your people!" She hissed in protest.
"Another time! They'll live." He said firmly and pulled her back up to the room. Embracing her in the end he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and opened the window. Pushing her down put still holding her arm firmly so that she wouldn't fall he moved her onto the ladder and with a final goodbye he shut the window.
'This is ridiculous.' She thought as she climbed down. 'First Roger, then Jonathan, and now George. Heavens above I've got every man alive following my trail!' her mind chaffed as she saddled moonlight and rode out. She made sure however to leave an apology note on Gary's mount, Darkraid. At the palace she cleaned Moonlight and walked to her room. Closing the door firmly she sat down and pondered for a minute. Then deciding she got up and went to the fire. Casting a fistful of purple fire, which was her gift, at the flames she whispered her brother's name and his face appeared before her.
"Yes?" He asked calmly.
"What do I do about Roger?" She stated and began pacing.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, how should I deal with the fact that he knows I'm Alanna. What should I do?" She said in a hoarse whisper. Thom shrugged.
"You have to stop looking to others for answers. Try to find them on your own. Now if you don't mind, I must proceed with the research on unlocking the seal in the divine realms."
"The DIVINE REALMS?!?! Are you insane?! Why in the world do you wan-" At that moment his face vanished and she sighed. No doubt just getting himself in trouble again. She wished he would stop. Suddenly there was a bang on the door and she stiffened. Turning she slowly opened the door praying with every fiber that it wasn't Roger. It wasn't. It was that boy from the bar.
"Yes?" She asked uncertain of what to say.
"My lord said that you'd be needin help. He also said that he couldn't take anymore of my sharp tongue. He said you could put the two together." The boy said panting. Alanna just stared at him.
"That's it?" She demanded. The boy nodded his head then jumped.
"oh yeah, and this." He held out a letter and she took it. Opening it she read;
This boy is very smart and worthy. He should serve you nicely.
Please take care of him. He's a fare hand with animals so you should be fine.
Train him into discipline if you want. Heaven knows that's more then we could do.
All our love. And the best of luck to you for your problem,
George.
"you have to be joking." She muttered. Then she looked at the boy and asked him softly.
"What's your name?"
"Avery mam. Avery of Pywan." He puffed his chest out proud and stared with eyes that promised trouble.
"Oh no.." She whispered.
Chapter 5
Alanna rose steadily her mind whirling with visions of horror. Roger was here! That meant she hadn't been careful enough to make sure no one followed her. Slowly George crept down the stairway and took a look into the main room of the bar.
"What business do you have with Alan, my lord?" Gary demanded.
"Gareth, you tax my patience. I merely wish to see Trebond on an important matter." Roger replied calmly.
"Forgive my rudeness but last I heard, when you came in here before you had a fit like none other. How do I know you will know throw another fit like last time?"
"Last time?" Roger said puzzled. "What do you mean last time?" He demanded, face frozen in shock.
"Didn't you come here earlier?" Gary asked, his face now shone with puzzlement.
"No."
"Bah! That's a lie outright. Excuse me interuptin your talk, but I saw with my own two eyes! Twas the Duke of Conte that blew this place to bits. Else wise this is an excellent copy by the likes I've never seen. Even had the orange gift!" A young man proclaimed, he looked to be about maybe 11 years of age. His hair was in messy locks and his face would have been handsome if it were clean. A deep scar that looked like a sword wound etched deep in his right cheek only made him seem more dashing.
"Sshhhh! Shut your mouth Pywan!!!" Someone whispered. Alanna had, had enough. She stepped down about to reveal herself when George stopped her.
"Not that way lass. You'll escape through the other way." He said calmly.
"But- your people!" She hissed in protest.
"Another time! They'll live." He said firmly and pulled her back up to the room. Embracing her in the end he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and opened the window. Pushing her down put still holding her arm firmly so that she wouldn't fall he moved her onto the ladder and with a final goodbye he shut the window.
'This is ridiculous.' She thought as she climbed down. 'First Roger, then Jonathan, and now George. Heavens above I've got every man alive following my trail!' her mind chaffed as she saddled moonlight and rode out. She made sure however to leave an apology note on Gary's mount, Darkraid. At the palace she cleaned Moonlight and walked to her room. Closing the door firmly she sat down and pondered for a minute. Then deciding she got up and went to the fire. Casting a fistful of purple fire, which was her gift, at the flames she whispered her brother's name and his face appeared before her.
"Yes?" He asked calmly.
"What do I do about Roger?" She stated and began pacing.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, how should I deal with the fact that he knows I'm Alanna. What should I do?" She said in a hoarse whisper. Thom shrugged.
"You have to stop looking to others for answers. Try to find them on your own. Now if you don't mind, I must proceed with the research on unlocking the seal in the divine realms."
"The DIVINE REALMS?!?! Are you insane?! Why in the world do you wan-" At that moment his face vanished and she sighed. No doubt just getting himself in trouble again. She wished he would stop. Suddenly there was a bang on the door and she stiffened. Turning she slowly opened the door praying with every fiber that it wasn't Roger. It wasn't. It was that boy from the bar.
"Yes?" She asked uncertain of what to say.
"My lord said that you'd be needin help. He also said that he couldn't take anymore of my sharp tongue. He said you could put the two together." The boy said panting. Alanna just stared at him.
"That's it?" She demanded. The boy nodded his head then jumped.
"oh yeah, and this." He held out a letter and she took it. Opening it she read;
This boy is very smart and worthy. He should serve you nicely.
Please take care of him. He's a fare hand with animals so you should be fine.
Train him into discipline if you want. Heaven knows that's more then we could do.
All our love. And the best of luck to you for your problem,
George.
"you have to be joking." She muttered. Then she looked at the boy and asked him softly.
"What's your name?"
"Avery mam. Avery of Pywan." He puffed his chest out proud and stared with eyes that promised trouble.
"Oh no.." She whispered.