A/N Thanks to those who reviewed! Enjoy!
Great Merciful Goddess- Alanna yells alot simply because it's always fun to have a character that is over the top, so to speak. And I like that in Alanna. But, in future chapters, she doesn't yell as much, I think. And, no they don't know that she's royalty. For unexplained reasons (that will be explained later) they forgot all about it.
Trickstergal33- I know, a round table doesn't have a head seat. But what I meant was, Jon to the seat were the all would focus there attention. Like it was a head seat. And in a later chapter I will explain why they were so forgivig and trusting.
Chapter seven: Killed
She sat, huddled on the bench in her courtyard. Rain poured down on her, but she didn't notice, she was so wrapped up in herself.
She had killed a man without being given an order.
She shivered at the thought and curled into a tighter ball. Her muscles tensed so hard that she began to shake uncontrollably. She had killed him, and she didn't even know his name.
$$ Flashback $$
It had begun to storm as Novellee followed the man home from the meeting they had just finished. She had agreed to kill Jaymie and accepted the money he had given her. She had every intention of giving the money to Jaymie after the deed was done.
She didn't know the man's name and at the moment she didn't particularly care. It would be easier for her if she didn't.
Now, as she flung open the window that led to the man's study, the wind gusted in and blew out the candles, but not before he saw her face.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice harsh and full of disdain. "I thought we wouldn't make contact until tomorrow night."
"There's been a change in plans." Her voice too, was harsh. So harsh, she couldn't even recognize it as her own. Lightening flashed behind her, glancing off the knife she held in her right hand.
"What change?" his voice had become shaky. He had seen the knife, and the killing intent on her face. He was scared for his life, as anyone would be.
"I've decided to decline your offer. Another one has come to me, and I see it as better for my future. I'm sorry, but it's your time to die."
She struck then, so fast that he didn't even have time for a scream. Blood dripped from the knife that she held, making wet plops on the ground. The body fell, but she didn't look. She had more important things to do.
She began to search.
$$ End $$
And she had found. More then she had ever wanted to find. The man she had killed was working for a different man. Named Morrison.
Morrison had wanted Jaymie dead so he could install someone else as king, someone who would keep the thieves in line and follow his orders. He had someone picked out already. His name was Jet Fingers, but she would let Jaymie deal with him on his own.
She had found more. Much more then a simple plot to rule the thieving kingdom. She had found plans to rule Tortall, and every other country she had ever heard of.
But it all started with taking over Tortall.
She wanted to forget everything that she had found, wanted to push it aside and let someone else deal with it. Why should she care what happened to them? Why should she help them?
In a sick sense of loyalty, the voice inside her said she owed them. For what? she wanted to rage. For killing my family, my future in one fell swoop? For making me sink to this level of pettiness?
She didn't owe them anything other then a swift kick in the nuts. And that was what she was trying to convince herself of as she sat in the rain.
Looking into the water of the fountain, she saw her face. She looked deep into herself until she saw her soul reflected in the water. She didn't like what she say reflected back at her, and she turned away.
She would let the Tortallan's die before she lifted a hand to help them. And nothing would change her mind.
A/N I know, it's way short, but theres nothing more to this chapter. The next chapter brings in a great twist. So be prepared.
