Okay, sorry people that I have taken so long to update, but I have been incredibly busy, with school, work, homework and working on a play I will be performing in. So sorry, and sorry this is a short chapter.

Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters. Unfortunately.

Chapter Seven –The Pain Begins

Alanna looked around, and almost groaned, but refrained from it. It was, at present, 2:30 in the morning, and Alanna was incredibly bored. When she was a page and a squire, but especially as a squire, she'd wished she didn't need sleep. That way she wouldn't be as tired in the morning, and would get all her work done. But now, that she didn't need sleep, she was purely bored. For this situation was unlike the situations that made her wish she didn't need sleep. Then she had things to do, too many things, but now, all she had to do was wait. Wait for it to be light enough, for Roger to be awake, and for her friends to be awake.

She sat down on George's floor, where she had been standing for the past twenty minutes in boredom. She hated this. Feeling so useless, not being able to do anything but watch everyone live their lives. And all she could do to help was watch him, watch the bastard that stole her life that took everything, and everyone away from her. Or, took her away from them. Either way it was painful.

She sighed and focused on Thom, finding herself in his room at the palace, where, she was guessing, he had been staying since she had died. She looked around his room and laughed, as it was just like Thom. Disorganised, with books lying on every surface, and all kinds of magic stuff lying around. Alanna almost cried seeing this, as it once again reminded her of when she was alive.

'Yeah, but everything here reminds you that.' She told herself sternly. 'And you can't cry every two minutes, so pull it together.'

She sighed, and finally decided to do what she had been avoiding all night. She concentrated on Roger and found herself in a room similar to Thom's, but not familiar. It had none of the warmth Thom's had. It was nothing to her.

It was full of books – about magic presumably – and other magical artefacts. It was dark, and Alanna felt a chill go up her spine, just by being here. She looked around and saw nothing else, nothing normal. No weapons, nothing but magic. She hated it here, just for that fact alone. But, what made her hate this room even more was when she looked towards the bed. Someone was lying in the bed, asleep. This was the person who had killed her; taken her life while she was so young.

As she looked at him, she wanted nothing more than to kill him. Every fibre of her being wanted to reach across and strangle him with her bare hands. But she knew she couldn't, and that made her wonder if the Goddess had purposely made her unable to touch anything, to prevent her causing pain to anyone. Even this being that deserves it.

She jumped, when she heard movements from the bed and realized, with some shock, that the sun had just began to rise, and soon the palace will be a buzz with activity.

'Goodbye boredom.' Alanna thought, almost gloomily. 'Here it comes. The pain begins.'

Okay, I know it's a short chapter, but I have writer's block and any ideas would truly be appreciated. You know the story; please review, blah, blah...

Okay, and now to actually acknowledge people who actually care:

Eridani: Thank you for your constructive criticism. You are probably right about me not getting into their heads. I'm not going to tell you if there's a pairing yet, but there could be. Oh, and I'll try to add more detail next chapter.

Triquetraperson: yes, god damn me, for throwing away the knife in the alley plan.

Psycholioness13: Yes, sympathize Alanna, now she'll have to learn to control her temper

Lightning Streak: Here's an update, sorry it took so long, your eyes must be really sore.

Lioness Heart: Yes, I'm cruel, O so very cruel.

Cybris: Hi, I meant to say it in the last chapter, but thanks for the hug. I needed it at the time.