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In this story Alanna is the same age as Briar, Sandry, Tris, Daja. I couldn't see how the second book (even if she is 14 in the second) would help me so I used the third book instead. Sorry. Feel free to criticize

Sorry about the spelling. I'm not the world's greatest speller and there is no spell check on my computer

Read & Review PLEASE The Dream

Morning smells drifted around their camp. Rosethorn ducked out of the tent hiding a yawn behind her hand. Briar was squatting in the dirt with his student Evvy, absentmindedly poking at the fire. "Boy what do you think your doing, the bread burning and you girl aren't you suppose to be helping him" she growled." I got a name you know," they said in unison. They grinned at each other for a brief second then remembered that Rosethorn wanted the bread turned over.
Rosethorn lit up in a smile as she glanced at Briar who was fast asleep in the cart, curled up around Evvy. She knew she was a little hard on the boy but they both deserved a moments rest. For now. When they arrived at Winding Circle there would be the gardens to tend to. That meant weeding she mused. She could picture the look of shock and horror on Briars face and chuckled. They would home soon.
That night the three of them sat around the fire as the constellations Rowan The Fireye and Artemis glowed above them. The air was cold but it didn't bit into their skin, as it should have. Briar found himself nodding off in the heat of the fire.

Dream

.....A small figure clad in comfortable clothes was fighting with amazing grace, a tall man clad in rich velvets that, by now were ruffled and creased. Sweat beaded down his face. The orange light almost blinded him but not nearly as much as the purple glow. Bags he said scornfully, so noble and stupid. He knew they were nobles. Who else fought with swords and dressed like that. He found himself going for the smaller of the two. The larger of the twos sword sliced downwards and bit into her chest. He has breasts he relized.The awaiting court also realized this. Blushing she ducked behind a curtain. Briar didn't pay much attention to the rest of the dream, accept near the end. The two were fighting again. This time it seemed as though the younger, which by now he noticed had short wiry copper hair and eyes that glowed purple was fighting more furiously than before. The orange light engulfed both of them. With a war cry she trusted the sword into his chest and the glow disappeared. The other stood there, eyes wide open then sank to the floor. blood staining the marbled floor. That's what i call a girl he said proudly, thinking of his foster-sisters. Then the image changed. Tris was walking down a dark ally. Behind her a man holding a yellow veil was silently stalking her. Briar tried to warn her. Then he remembered he was dreaming. The man dropped the silk over her copper hair, momentarily resting on her neck. It tightened. Briar screamed. He found himself spiraling out of the dream....

"Boy are you alright "momentary concern flickering on her face. "You were screaming."
"Tris" he gasped "something happened to Tris". To his surprise Rosethorns arms snaked towards him enveloping him in a hug. There they sat silently for the next hour watching the flames rise higher and higher. His shakkarn sensing his distress seemed to be rubbing up against him like what a pet would do. Briar broke the silence "I had a different dream before that he confessed. There was a lady bag knight fighting a taller man." Realizing that Rosethorn didn't care about his other dream he expertly changed the topic. "Rosethorn, how far are we from Winding Circle. "Rosethorn blinked, she wasnt expecting this question. He must of realized that I didn't care about his other dream she winced. "Only a suns rising now Briar. Then we'll be home with Lark and the others." Rosethorns eyes misted over. Briar noticed a catch in her voice and suddenly felt uncomfortable. This isn't like Rosethorn he thought." Boy get to sleep if you want to get home sooner." She snapped. Briar was going to make a rude gesture but thought better of it. He settled into his camp bag (made by Sandry) and fell asleep almost immediately. This time his dreams were merciful.
He woke to the sound of cursing (language that I'm not going to describe). Briar grinned. She must be real angry he thought, thinking of the rare times when she was in a rage. Always snappy but rarely ever pissed. Briar discovered some unused clothes in the corner and quickly dressed. His clothes felt snug around his skin and there were no visible creases. Why would there be he mused, if Sandry made it there was bound to be no faults. "Now Rosethorn" he drawled "no need to curse like tha".......He stopped abruptly and his jaw dropped. Rosethorn took the opportunity to vent some of her raging on the boy.
"Boy close your mouth, do you feel like eating flies for breakfast? and wake Evvy up, the lazy girl." At that moment Evvy stumbled out of the tent "wha' do you want me for. Who the hell is that pahan Briar?" she asked.
"The girl from my dreams" answered Briar hoarsely. Rosethorns head snapped towards him. "The girl from your dream." she asked a little more roughly than she intended to. She bit her lip remembering how uninterested she was in his dream the night before. "Sorry" she said and was all business again.
"Evvy fetch me two blankets and water. Boy bring some aloe balm" "How come she's Evvy and I'm just boy? "He grumbled. Rosethorn cracked the first real grin since yesterday.
"Us girls stick together that's why. Hurry boy I haven't got 'til next Summer." she said wickedly. Briar sighed and raised his eyes dramatically towards the heavens.
"Doomed to be stuck with girls 'til the day I die." His response was a kick in the behind followed by Evvys giggles." Wait 'til your next lesson" he said with mock menace. He turned his back on them and stalked off to find the supply of aloe balm.

Help me writers block!!!