Disclaimer: I own nada, zip, nothing! The characters all belong to the
great and powerful Tamora Pierce. I only own the plot.
I forgot to add that Alanna is 16 when this fic first takes place.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed my first chapter, and thanks for all the suggestions. Just so you people know, my italics don't work.
One Small Slip in Time
"Squire Alan, pay attention! Is there something outside that interests you more than this class?"
Alanna turned her attention from the window to face the angry Duke.
"Sorry Your Grace," murmured Alanna quietly, though her eyes never left Roger's face. Roger stared back angrily, obviously displeased that his lesson had been disrupted.
*Squire Alan, what to do with him? Roger thought to himself. I know he is hiding something, but what? If only I could figure out his secret, then I can use it to dispose of him. He is going to have a long painful death. I stake my word on it.*
"Now then, as I was saying before I had to deal with a certain someone," Roger glared at Alanna, and then continued "You should never use a word of power unless you are in dire need of help." Roger droned on and on as Alanna let her mind wander.
*Does he ever know how to shut up? I am dying of boredom here! I learned about words of power when I was seven. I could even list them if someone asked me to.*
Just then, the bell rung with a loud clang!
Alanna immediately got up, grabbed her books and bolted. She jogged down the hall at an easy pace until she reached her room that connected her to her Knight Master, Jonathon. The connecting door was wide open, allowing her to see that Jon wasn't in.
*I wonder where he is.* Alanna thought to herself. Just then, the door swung open revealing a rumpled Jon. He looked a little worse for were; his eyes had bags underneath them, his clothes were a mess, and his face was almost a dead white. Alanna gasped as he toppled over into a dead faint.
*~* Roger sat down in his study, looking at his chessboard. The pieces were carved, by magic, to look like people. Roger glanced at the figure that was Squire Alan on the board, and traced his path to Jon. Alan might, once again, save Jon from the fever that he had cast on him.
Roger smiled, thinking that it would be good if he saved Jonathon, because if he did, everyone would be interested in how his cousin was recovering, no one would be watching Alan. On one would notice he was missing until they were too late. He would take care of Jonathon when they were worrying about Alan.
*First things first,* Roger thought to himself and he walked over to a full size mirror that was 6 feet tall. *Gareth will be the first one to go, followed by Alan. Both won't know what hit them. My path to the royal family is clear; all I have to do is get rid of these two obstacles.*
Roger picked up his palm sized mirror and started chanting. iAnatoway, anatoway fir`tile cos samma, leca CAS micha casita.i It wouldn't be long now, Gareth will be out of the way, he would only have to dispose of Alan, and he could finish off the Queen.
iCaratya lo Gareth lokc en miirt ton d`fia ker sayte j`ut kerrosir.
Roger sat down, panting slightly. The spell had been cast. He glanced at the full sized mirror, now it was fogged up with some kind of mist. Soon Gareth will be trapped inside the mirror, to grow old then die. The world will never know what happened to him.
*~* Alanna couldn't see Jonathon because of all the healers crowding around him. She dodged around them, trying to see how Jon was doing, but a healer caught her arm and told her sharply to leave. As Alanna turned to go, she caught a glimpse of Jon sitting up.
*He is going to be alright.* Alanna thought to herself, smiling slightly.
Out loud she announced "I'm going to the practice courts." A few healers nodded distractedly, they were to busy with Jonathon to care what she did. Alanna shrugged and left. *~*
Duke Gareth walked down the hallway; he was going to visit his nephew. As he walked, he noticed something strange, everything was devoid of color. As he walked he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere. As he walked past the same colorless tapestry, he snapped "What the heck is going on!" he bellowed, and then he realized that there was no one there to hear him. Gareth picked up his pace, and he finally came to a large shiny object.
"Is this a portal of some kind?" he muttered to himself. He walked up to it and crashed right into it.
"What the." he whispered, speechless for the first time in his life. *~*
Roger swore as he looked outside. His spell book said there was a side effect to the spell. Roger wouldn't call this a side effect; he would call this a catastrophe.
*At least the spell worked. Now that Duke Gareth is out of the way, I have to deal with Squire Alan. First though, I have to dispose of the evidence. I just hope the prince's illness holds out until I have this mirror placed where no one shall ever find it. I hope on one looks outside.*
Roger turned and looked out the window again, where the spell's side effect raged on. There was black ran falling from the sky. *~*
Author's note: I hope you liked this chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my first fic ever. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I want to know what people think about this fic.
Thanks to: Utsusemi: I'm glad you liked the prologue. I'll keep updating if you keep reviewing.
Keita: Don't worry, there won't be ANY A/J romance, I'm sick of Jon being alive. I'll kill him off in my own time. I'm glad I found a fellow Jon hater.
Review (blank): Thanx for the comments, I find it irritating when people say it's perfect, I can't fix anything that is perfect. I'll try to make the gaps bigger.
Forget-me-not
I forgot to add that Alanna is 16 when this fic first takes place.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed my first chapter, and thanks for all the suggestions. Just so you people know, my italics don't work.
One Small Slip in Time
"Squire Alan, pay attention! Is there something outside that interests you more than this class?"
Alanna turned her attention from the window to face the angry Duke.
"Sorry Your Grace," murmured Alanna quietly, though her eyes never left Roger's face. Roger stared back angrily, obviously displeased that his lesson had been disrupted.
*Squire Alan, what to do with him? Roger thought to himself. I know he is hiding something, but what? If only I could figure out his secret, then I can use it to dispose of him. He is going to have a long painful death. I stake my word on it.*
"Now then, as I was saying before I had to deal with a certain someone," Roger glared at Alanna, and then continued "You should never use a word of power unless you are in dire need of help." Roger droned on and on as Alanna let her mind wander.
*Does he ever know how to shut up? I am dying of boredom here! I learned about words of power when I was seven. I could even list them if someone asked me to.*
Just then, the bell rung with a loud clang!
Alanna immediately got up, grabbed her books and bolted. She jogged down the hall at an easy pace until she reached her room that connected her to her Knight Master, Jonathon. The connecting door was wide open, allowing her to see that Jon wasn't in.
*I wonder where he is.* Alanna thought to herself. Just then, the door swung open revealing a rumpled Jon. He looked a little worse for were; his eyes had bags underneath them, his clothes were a mess, and his face was almost a dead white. Alanna gasped as he toppled over into a dead faint.
*~* Roger sat down in his study, looking at his chessboard. The pieces were carved, by magic, to look like people. Roger glanced at the figure that was Squire Alan on the board, and traced his path to Jon. Alan might, once again, save Jon from the fever that he had cast on him.
Roger smiled, thinking that it would be good if he saved Jonathon, because if he did, everyone would be interested in how his cousin was recovering, no one would be watching Alan. On one would notice he was missing until they were too late. He would take care of Jonathon when they were worrying about Alan.
*First things first,* Roger thought to himself and he walked over to a full size mirror that was 6 feet tall. *Gareth will be the first one to go, followed by Alan. Both won't know what hit them. My path to the royal family is clear; all I have to do is get rid of these two obstacles.*
Roger picked up his palm sized mirror and started chanting. iAnatoway, anatoway fir`tile cos samma, leca CAS micha casita.i It wouldn't be long now, Gareth will be out of the way, he would only have to dispose of Alan, and he could finish off the Queen.
iCaratya lo Gareth lokc en miirt ton d`fia ker sayte j`ut kerrosir.
Roger sat down, panting slightly. The spell had been cast. He glanced at the full sized mirror, now it was fogged up with some kind of mist. Soon Gareth will be trapped inside the mirror, to grow old then die. The world will never know what happened to him.
*~* Alanna couldn't see Jonathon because of all the healers crowding around him. She dodged around them, trying to see how Jon was doing, but a healer caught her arm and told her sharply to leave. As Alanna turned to go, she caught a glimpse of Jon sitting up.
*He is going to be alright.* Alanna thought to herself, smiling slightly.
Out loud she announced "I'm going to the practice courts." A few healers nodded distractedly, they were to busy with Jonathon to care what she did. Alanna shrugged and left. *~*
Duke Gareth walked down the hallway; he was going to visit his nephew. As he walked, he noticed something strange, everything was devoid of color. As he walked he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere. As he walked past the same colorless tapestry, he snapped "What the heck is going on!" he bellowed, and then he realized that there was no one there to hear him. Gareth picked up his pace, and he finally came to a large shiny object.
"Is this a portal of some kind?" he muttered to himself. He walked up to it and crashed right into it.
"What the." he whispered, speechless for the first time in his life. *~*
Roger swore as he looked outside. His spell book said there was a side effect to the spell. Roger wouldn't call this a side effect; he would call this a catastrophe.
*At least the spell worked. Now that Duke Gareth is out of the way, I have to deal with Squire Alan. First though, I have to dispose of the evidence. I just hope the prince's illness holds out until I have this mirror placed where no one shall ever find it. I hope on one looks outside.*
Roger turned and looked out the window again, where the spell's side effect raged on. There was black ran falling from the sky. *~*
Author's note: I hope you liked this chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my first fic ever. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I want to know what people think about this fic.
Thanks to: Utsusemi: I'm glad you liked the prologue. I'll keep updating if you keep reviewing.
Keita: Don't worry, there won't be ANY A/J romance, I'm sick of Jon being alive. I'll kill him off in my own time. I'm glad I found a fellow Jon hater.
Review (blank): Thanx for the comments, I find it irritating when people say it's perfect, I can't fix anything that is perfect. I'll try to make the gaps bigger.
Forget-me-not