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Chapter 8: Visions

Looking up, she was caught in the deep hazel of George's eyes, she'd never noticed their depth before, like an endless pool, one that kept going deeper and deeper.
Alanna snapped out of it, she could feel the blood rushing to her face. George just smiled, and she scowled saying, "George, so nice of you to drop by, of course, you probably knew I was running away, before I knew myself."
"Calm down lass, I don't believe this is the place to be talking since every knight in the realm is after you. Come to thee Dancin' Dove," his voice was even, and Alanna knew he could be trusted.
"Let me saddle my horse then."
George looked at the horse eating grass, looked at Alanna again, then looked back at the beautiful black horse, obviously mystified by something.
"Bloody hell! Ye stole the prince's horse!" Laughing at Alanna's face, he wondered why she'd picked this particularly horse. There were hundreds in the stable.
George was laughing, but Alanna was horrified, how could she be so stupid!? How come the horse hadn't had the colors of Tortall on it, like some of the other horses?
"Are you sure, how do you know!?" She spoke forgetting again who she was talking to.
"Of course I'm sure. I gave this horse to Jon on his fourteenth birthday. Its name is Darkness."
This was too much, first Roger, running away, the goddess, a new cat with purple eyes, George, and now she'd gone and stolen the prince's horse!
The world started to spin and Alanna felt herself falling down the black hole, the black endless hole, that she hated going down.

Jonathon lay in front of her, on a bed of silk, a crown on top of his head. His eyes were closed, and she timidly touched his cheek. Alanna pulled back immediately, he was dead. The coldness that surrounded him was unnatural, and his lips were tinged with blue.
A man swept into the room, laughing at the sight of his dead cousin, oblivious of Alanna standing right there. Duke Roger of Conte. "Rest ion peace Jonathon," he said composing himself, for more people had entered the room.
"King Roger," someone amidst the crowd yelled. "I have a message for you from your betrothed, Lady Delia of Eldorne."

Alanna woke in a cold sweat, laying on a strange bed, in a strange room. Yet, the message from the dream was clear, and just then she understood what the goddess had said. 'The fate of Tortall lays in your hands.' The prince would die, and somehow Roger and Delia were involved. Duke Roger had killed him, she was sure, by the way he had been laughing, but how did Delia play a part? She had a feeling that Tusaine would be involved somehow, yet she couldn't piece it together.
The doorknob was turning, and she jumped up, grabbing the nearest weapon, which was a jewel studded dagger lying on the night stand.
Alanna had never been trained with daggers, her mother had not allowed it, saying on thieves and beggars used them, that she would never need that type of training anyway.
George walked into the room, chuckling as he watched Alanna lower her guard.
"Glad to see you feeling better lass, but, if I were an enemy, you wouldn't hurt anyone, you'd end up dead."
"So I can't use a dagger, will you teach me?" She asked hopefully, forgetting about the whole situation that she was supposed to be figuring out.
He looked at her determined face, knowing she would learn quickly since she could use a sword and numerous other weapons, but first he'd better confront her about the next step.
"Don't ye think it would be best if ye told me what ye plan to do? The betrothal between you and the prince has been broken," he asked kindly, hoping she wouldn't be leaving Tortall, since she would make a good, reliable friend.
Alanna thought about this in silence for a few minutes. She wasn't surprised to know it was canceled, and relief flooded through her. "I'm not sure..." She stopped mid sentence as it hit her. Hit her hard. Roger had done it on purpose, he knew people were walking by. He knew. He knew! He'd kissed her because of the betrothal, afraid she'd hit it off with the prince, And produce an heir! It all made sense!
"George, I need you to get Thom here, right away, please. You must make sure he's not followed." Her voice held an urgency that was unfamiliar even to her. George had questions in his eyes, but he obeyed nonetheless without question.
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Sorry about his chapter, but you can't say I didn't try. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, but I hope that I can get another chapter up, to clear this all up. Anywayz free chickens to everyone who reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!