Grrr. I hate you all. You have made me continue the story and I hate you for doing it.

::mumbles a disclaimer::

just read it…

::snort:: ::accidentally cracks a smile::

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George dropped the parchment with wide hazel eyes. She was alive, and he thought she was dead all along. She was alive!

Yet sadness and regret began to possess him. She was alive. Not anymore however. She just got a note from an undercover spy in the in the very Southern land of Eucopotamia (A/N: bursts out in laughter ::snort:: anyways, stop laughing this is a sad story!) that she was dead.

Somehow he knew all along that she was alive, yet he never brought his heart out to believe it. And now the love of his life was dead.

The word stuck in his mind like an annoying fly. No matter how much he tried to swish the thought away, it kept on coming back. Dead. She was dead.

He picked the note off of the uncleaned floor (since Alanna left, his life never was the same.) and read the note again. On it was the story of Alanna's death. Their powerful warriors captured her because they wanted her to join them. She refused and they tortured her. They bloody tortured her for a year, but she never broke. My darling never even cracked a tear, Gods she was so strong. And then they killed her with an arrow.

A voice in his head told him that she was in peace in the black god's realm. She died with a smile because no longer would she feel the pain that was never supposed to happen. She was watching him right now, with that smile on her lips. The smile that made him laugh, made her eyes glow that powerful violet, made him feel hope, the same smile, the last smile, that she ever made. And it was when she died. She was in peace and everything was okay, but…

Gods what about the children? Thom was a mess when he heard that his mother disappeared. He was the only one who had hope, the only one who still believed that she was alive when even I couldn't picture her stubborn face. He would hate me forever. I would hate me forever.

He let his wife die in a torture chamber, and he knew she was alive. He was a monster. He thought of not telling his children, but then he would be living a lie, it would be ten times worse then just telling them.

"Sir the King would like to see you," said a servant from the opening doorway.

George nodded as he wiped wet cheeks. He went downstairs to the greeting room to see Jon.

Jon didn't look much better. He too got the same note. His Lioness and champion was dead. She was the best knight in the country and he couldn't think of anyone who could match her fury, skill, love.

Alanna was his lover, and even after she got married, he still loved her, yet with a love of brotherhood, but still as strong. He had given her hope, he had made her a wonderful king, and she was the one who made him the Voice and brought peace throughout the land. For gods sakes she had found him the Dominion Jewel when not even the toughest of shang would dare to climb that cold mountain. And she hated the cold. He had introduced him to the king of thieves.

The former king himself met him as he walked down the stairs with a hollow face and wet cheeks. Jon didn't look much better.

"Oh gods Jon," George said as his voice cracked. The usual optimistic and joking George was a mess.

" I know George," Jonathan sulked. "I just can't believe it anymore."

"She was alive Jon! I could've—I should've—looked harder. She was alive all along and I was too stupid to know it. And now she's really gone," George said. The words flew out of his mouth, but it didn't help his feeling of regret that was starting to scar his body.

"We've lost someone who we both loved dearly. Someone who helped this country more then anyone could ever imagine. And that is a very good reason to morn, but we have to know, she is in peace," Jonathan said as he tried to cheer George up as much as him.

"I know," George said with a weak smile. His eyes glazed over as if he looked into the distance. "I can see her."

"So can I George, so can I."

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Yes I know it's short. Should I continue? Is this story moose crap? Is this story wonderful? Am I asking too many questions? Pleze review otherwise I will jump to conclusions that no one like this story and will not continue it.

(Which is probably true already.)

All I wanted to do was kill Alanna, but no. You guys had to barge in and force me to continue. You know what? I hate you all.

::angel face:: continue?

…wow major mood swings…

::bursts out in laughter::