Miss Moony would like to say that she doesn't own the Tortall books, and that she had no help with this story from Miss Wormtail, Miss Padfoot or Miss Prongs.
Written for challenge 16 at the tortall100 LJ community: Monsters. Alex and Alanna, set at some point during SotL (LR, probably). Slightly AU.
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Choices
'Monster,' she says, and the word echoes around the dimly lit room.
Choice, you remember, is what made it this way. Your choice made the word resound through your skull, burning, burning as it goes.
'If that's how you want to see it,' you reply. Your voice is hard as stone, as you choose not to let her hear the tremor that threatens to enter it.
'Why?' she demands.
You don't answer aloud, but your reply simmers in the back of your skull, marking you for eternity.
We all had to make our own choices, you know. This is yours.
