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Alanna p.o.v.

Damn! Being Queen is hard work. But I've finally managed a system I can work with. Sleep in, practice, all morning, eat; do nothing and at night save my people from the trouble they've gotten into. Also put in a miracle or two every now and then I've found that when I am extremely distressed my magic builds. So now, since I am distressed, I heal. I now have so many titles I forget them all.

I moved from the tiny inn, to a giant compound saying it was a rather huge inn. I can now fit in about three times the royal army, all way going pretty good. That of course is when it all went wrong. I got news from Tortall, the Queen had been severely ill; none of the healers can help. I had not healed in many days and could probably get her well. So that night I created a transportation spell. I ended up exactly were I wanted to being the queen's personal chambers. I quickly laid my hands on her temple and began the healing process. Two hours to dawn and five hours since I let the compound I was finished. I lay a dagger that I had forged; it held powerful magic that would increase the fighter's skill and ability by three. I packed up and went home arriving in a dead faint.

Jon's p.o.v.

Early, the next morning I woke up to Gary's violent shaking. I moaned and opened my eyes. "What is it Gary?" I breathed, "It's your mother Jon, the queen. Come quick to her chambers." At the mention of my mother I bounced out of bed pulled on appropriate clothing. I ran out the door closely on my heals, was Gary.

I entered the Royal chambers to an un-expecting site; it left me standing in the doorway. I the Queen was sitting up in bed drinking tea completely healthy looking. Duke Braid at her side, I practically jumped right on top of her.

It was a miracle; there are no words to describe it. It was then that I noticed the dagger at her side table. It was no ordinary dagger this was hand crafted, I picked it up and felt the soft presence of the gift.

The Duke told me to leave after I had talked with Lianne. She needed rest he says, I took the blade to Thom. He was on the verge of leaving when i stopped him. I held out the blade and his fingers curved around it. It glowed purple for a minute then he handed it back to me once I explained were I had gotten it. I looked up to his face, expecting a look of puzzlement. But there was a brilliant smile on his face, "Alanna forged that blade gave it powerful magic. Use it well." He said, and then kicked his mount into a slow loopy gallop.

Alanna, I thought. It made since I guess she is a healer, blessed by the gods and extremely powerful and full of determination. Oh! Alanna how you've slipped from my grasps once more.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and it was a happy one, news had spread that the Queen was better. My father was the happiest I had ever seen him in a long time, he was no longer fading. I went to bed thinking of my dearest Alanna, who couldn't be thanked enough.

Authors note: yeah! This is a long one or at lest I think it's a long one but you probably don't anyways I hope you like the dramatic turn this has taken I know it's extremely unrealistic this is but I wanted to save the Queen and I always thought Alanna should save the Queen. So if theirs anything you dislike or suggestions for my story please review and you can also review for any other reason. Tell me if you want me too continue this or if it's just so off that it's bad.