Okay, Are you guys ready for another sad fic?
This one is sad, gosh I cried when I wrote this.
…Well I would've if I weren't so damn hyper.
Here we go…
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There was nothing more she could do.
No one knew where she was. They knew she was missing, but she soon grew to only long forgotten memories as the people of her land moved on. Even her husband, who was hopeful for one long year of waiting and searching, gave up.
He could no longer picture her face.
Alanna however, could picture his like she saw him yesterday. For a year now, she had waited for him. She knew he wouldn't come however. She was far far away.
Now she was living her last hours. Her execution was at noon.
She wasn't afraid, as she lied in the damp cell that had become her home. She was grateful to get away from her torture.
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It had all started with a little trip to the bazhir tribe, but soon turned to much violence. She was alone, thinking she could fend for herself. Oh how she was wrong. Alanna was attacked by warriors clothed in black, and no matter how much she struggled to get away from the, she could not. They seemed to be stronger then the shang.
They knew of her, and took her to their land. What they wanted is what she couldn't give.
They wanted her to join them forever, to attack the king, and make Tortall their own.
Of course she refused. And for such a remark, she was tortured as they tried to break into her soul. Everyday they asked. Everyday she refused as she spat in their faces. On went the torture. At first the pain was unimaginable, but she soon fell into the rhythm. Her body was covered in hideous scars.
They tried everything from magic to hypnotizing, but her gift and the goddess were on her side.
After a year of waiting, the warriors were growing impatient.
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The sliding of the cell door brought her back to the present.
Her weary eyes that once shown a flaming violet, looked up into the face that she knew too well these days.
"It's time," he said with no emotion on his face.
Alanna got up with a quiet groan. At last, it was time. She would no longer be kept far away.
She greeted the Black God with open arms.
With no good-byes to her friends, her beloved children, her loving husband and father, she set down the hall.
She was strapped to a chair with a warrior aiming at her heart.
She didn't give a damn.
"This is your last chance," the warrior said. His eyes were colder then ice.
Alanna looked up at him, glaring the sharpest daggers one could imagine. "Do it," she finally choked.
At last he let the arrow loose.
Alanna died with a smile. The arrow through her soul dissolved as the Black God brought her to peace.
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Omg…
That last paragragh…
Was amazing.
That was a really strong story I have to say.
I'm not updating, so deal with it.
You can't really continue this anyway showing the fact that the main character died.
I'm in a killing mood today…
Better stay away from me…
JK! LOL!!!!