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Alanna's Mis-adventure:

Alanna was thrashing about on the bed that George had left her on. While George stood in shock, Myles wasted no time hurrying over to her and pressing her down to the bed. Mistress Cooper sent him a grateful look and she was able to stroke the girl's head and, using her gift sent her into a deep sleep that she wouldn't waken easily from.

"Mother, what happened?"

"Someone just attacked her mind. There was nothing that I could do for her. While I've got two people up here with me, I need your help. Question and answers later. Myles, I presume?" He nodded. "Good. I need you to hold onto her, so that she doesn't thrash around like she just did. Do you understand?"

"Yes." He moved to her head and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"George, take off your glove and place it between her teath. This is really going to hurt her." George nodded and did what he was told. Now pass me that poker that is on the fire."

George swallowed and looked at his mother doubtfully. "Look I have tried everything else to stop her leg from bleeding, and I cant find anything that works. I'm going to try to heat seal the wounds."

"I trust you mother." He handed her the red hot poker. She wasted no time and applied it directly to the gaping wound. Alanna jearked out of her gift induced sleep and screamed. Neither men could watch, but didn't have time to, as it took the both of them to hold her down as the poker did it's job. The next thing that Mistress Cooper did was place gause on the wound and wrap it tightly in a thick bandage.

They rested a moment then Alanna was put through it again as they used the same procedure on her arm.

When they were done, Tears ran freely down Alanna's cheaks and she was hallucinating. "I knew that you'd come Myles, my father. You know that now. Hello Thom. You're the best friend and brother I could have but did you know that you are really arragont?" Suddenly her face grew serious and her voice strained.

"George?"

"I'm here, you know it."

"Yes, you would never leave me would you George."

"Never Alanna."

"Goddess. I love you George."

"I know. Sleep now lass."

And she slept.

Myles looked at George as understanding dawned on him. Unknowing of the look he was receiving from Myles, George gently wiped the tears from Alanna's face and brushed loose strands of hair from her face, tenderly.