Hey! Sorry this chapter took so long in coming!( I have exams soon and I
was studying like a good little girl!( Anyway, thanks to Ice-Otter, Ziata
and Leaf n Jelly who reviewed my last chapter, for the positive comments.
They really helped!
Here it is, hope you like!!(
Disclaimer: My agent is still trying to contact Ms Pierce, ( I wish!) so nope, I still don't own them!
*************************************************************** Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. What should she do?? Alanna knew that she was not the right person to heal her friends. To heal her friends would mean going into herself, and going deep into them. She couldn't do that. Not yet. But what if they died?? Her guilt would be so much, that she would be swamped. But what about her friends anger, and shame?? That would be to hard to handle. The look on Gary's face, Alex's anger, all her friends, looking, looking . . . Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. She stopped. A little voice was going on in her head. But this is Raoul! And Jon! Two of her best friends! They were always there for her. Of course, they always pretended not to know when she and Ralon fought, but they always knew. There was that one time . . . she stopped and smiled sadly. Sitting down on the bed, she looked out the window, and remembered an earlier time when she had first come to the palace . . .
*"Come on Alan! Or are you afraid that we'll beat you again?? Alex, Gary, Raoul, Jon and Alanna were out ice skating. Duke Gareth had given them city leave for the day, provided that they were back in time for their evening chores. All but Alanna were out on the lake. She pulled a face at Gary, but took her time. Alanna wanted too make sure that everything was in perfect working order for the defeat of Gary.
She stood up. Slowly, Alanna made her way onto the ice. The boys started skating around her, shouting and laughing. Alanna ignored them, too busy concentrating on warming up her leg muscles for the big race ahead.
"Look, Alan, cut out the warming up. I know I'm going to win, so you needn't bother!" Gary looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. Alanna skated up to the "starting" point, equal with Gary.
"Ah, do you really think so??" she said, looking up at him.
He looked down, taking in the stubborn set of her chin, and the determined look in her eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but found that he was talking to air. Jon had started the race, and Alanna had taken off. Cursing, Gary skated to catch up with her.
"No fair Alan, you started before me!" said Gary, complaining yet smiling. "No, Gary, I just took hold of a opportunity that you happened to miss. There's a difference." Alanna looked straight ahead while saying all of this, but a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Exactly! Unfair advantage!" Panting, Gary strained to try and pull ahead. Alanna pushed a bit more, and was about to comment when she broke off with a cry. Gary stopped and stared at the hole in the ice where his friend had fallen through. Without a second though, he yanked off his skates and went to save her.
Later that day, when Alanna was resting in bed, Gary came to visit. Alanna turned when she heard footsteps.
"How are you?" asked Gary.
"Fine. Sore, but warmer. Thankyou so much Gary." Alanna looked at him, her friend sitting beside her bed.
"Hey, that's what friends are for, right? I know that one day you will do something like that for one of us, even if it is not me."
Alanna nodded, turning her head. "Of course I will Gary." Of course, she thought.*
A noise startled Alanna. She was lying on her bed, after falling asleep daydreaming. Feeling like the roof had dropped on her head, she answered the door with a groan.
"What??" she asked fuzzily.
"Alan, I have news 'bout Jon and Raoul's condition. Ye might want to sit down." It was Coram.
Alanna turned white. " Why-why would I ne-need to sit down?" she asked faintly, sitting down with a plop in the nearest armchair.
"Well," said Coram, " the news ain't gonna be the bets ye've heard today."
"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!"
"I'm afraid so lass."
********************************************************** Moohahaha!! CLIFFHANGER!! Sorry if this wasn't too good, I'm writing this at 12:30 in the morning!! Well, was that up to you approval?? Hope so. I WILL write a longer one next time, as it is now HOLIDAYS!! YAY!! Until next time, Emrisah
Disclaimer: My agent is still trying to contact Ms Pierce, ( I wish!) so nope, I still don't own them!
*************************************************************** Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. What should she do?? Alanna knew that she was not the right person to heal her friends. To heal her friends would mean going into herself, and going deep into them. She couldn't do that. Not yet. But what if they died?? Her guilt would be so much, that she would be swamped. But what about her friends anger, and shame?? That would be to hard to handle. The look on Gary's face, Alex's anger, all her friends, looking, looking . . . Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. Backwards and forwards. She stopped. A little voice was going on in her head. But this is Raoul! And Jon! Two of her best friends! They were always there for her. Of course, they always pretended not to know when she and Ralon fought, but they always knew. There was that one time . . . she stopped and smiled sadly. Sitting down on the bed, she looked out the window, and remembered an earlier time when she had first come to the palace . . .
*"Come on Alan! Or are you afraid that we'll beat you again?? Alex, Gary, Raoul, Jon and Alanna were out ice skating. Duke Gareth had given them city leave for the day, provided that they were back in time for their evening chores. All but Alanna were out on the lake. She pulled a face at Gary, but took her time. Alanna wanted too make sure that everything was in perfect working order for the defeat of Gary.
She stood up. Slowly, Alanna made her way onto the ice. The boys started skating around her, shouting and laughing. Alanna ignored them, too busy concentrating on warming up her leg muscles for the big race ahead.
"Look, Alan, cut out the warming up. I know I'm going to win, so you needn't bother!" Gary looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. Alanna skated up to the "starting" point, equal with Gary.
"Ah, do you really think so??" she said, looking up at him.
He looked down, taking in the stubborn set of her chin, and the determined look in her eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but found that he was talking to air. Jon had started the race, and Alanna had taken off. Cursing, Gary skated to catch up with her.
"No fair Alan, you started before me!" said Gary, complaining yet smiling. "No, Gary, I just took hold of a opportunity that you happened to miss. There's a difference." Alanna looked straight ahead while saying all of this, but a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Exactly! Unfair advantage!" Panting, Gary strained to try and pull ahead. Alanna pushed a bit more, and was about to comment when she broke off with a cry. Gary stopped and stared at the hole in the ice where his friend had fallen through. Without a second though, he yanked off his skates and went to save her.
Later that day, when Alanna was resting in bed, Gary came to visit. Alanna turned when she heard footsteps.
"How are you?" asked Gary.
"Fine. Sore, but warmer. Thankyou so much Gary." Alanna looked at him, her friend sitting beside her bed.
"Hey, that's what friends are for, right? I know that one day you will do something like that for one of us, even if it is not me."
Alanna nodded, turning her head. "Of course I will Gary." Of course, she thought.*
A noise startled Alanna. She was lying on her bed, after falling asleep daydreaming. Feeling like the roof had dropped on her head, she answered the door with a groan.
"What??" she asked fuzzily.
"Alan, I have news 'bout Jon and Raoul's condition. Ye might want to sit down." It was Coram.
Alanna turned white. " Why-why would I ne-need to sit down?" she asked faintly, sitting down with a plop in the nearest armchair.
"Well," said Coram, " the news ain't gonna be the bets ye've heard today."
"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!"
"I'm afraid so lass."
********************************************************** Moohahaha!! CLIFFHANGER!! Sorry if this wasn't too good, I'm writing this at 12:30 in the morning!! Well, was that up to you approval?? Hope so. I WILL write a longer one next time, as it is now HOLIDAYS!! YAY!! Until next time, Emrisah