Sorry I took so long to update, but I thought 3 chapters can keep you guys going for a while… I love the shadow person, guess who it is! This story was not proofread, I know there are probably tons of mistakes but enjoy anyways… (Reviews appreciated)

Chapter 4

Alanna cannot sleep, she always have the dream of a woman screaming as her body was being burnt alive. She went down to Myles' Library instead.

She looked up at a way for her to mend her sword, Lightning. She picked up a book called 'Sorcery on Weapons' and started to flip through it. Alanna's finger carelessly tipped over the book and it made a loud 'bang' back onto the table she had picked it up from. A piece of paper fell out. Curious, she flipped it over and looked. It was a map of someplace, she didn't recognize it or the writing, but she can tell it's somewhere north of Tortall.

Alanna touched the stone around her neck; it was warm, telling her that whatever it was for was important. Carefully, she folded it, it was then she realized that there is more writing on the back.

'Alanna of Trebond, Remember well, you have the knowledge to restore your broken sword: it was in the spell that made you one with the Bloody Hawk and one with your foster-father. It lies in the spell that made the Prince the Voice of the Tribes. Take the crystal sword and make it one with the sword that is your own. You will need it: a dark time is coming for Tortall.'

"That's all?" she demanded softly? "Why don't you just tell me how to do it?"

"Do what?" came a voice.

Alanna turned, standing there was Myles. Alanna scowled. "Why are you here, you are supposed to be in bed!"

"Anyone can hear the noise you've made, surprising that the guards weren't here yet!" Myles smiled wryly. "I just cared about my library more than my sleep if that's what you meant…"

Alanna sighed. "Do you have anyways of knowing how could I mend Lightning to one?"

"No," Myles replied simply, "Lightning is a magical sword, regular spell won't work!"

"Umm…I don't remember telling you about Lightning…" she began. Myles cut her off.

"Jon didn't think me as a spymaster for nothing. I put my nose where it doesn't belong. Often, I get to learn interesting things."

"Ya…that really good," Alanna mumbled and said a good-bye at Myles, putting up an excuse of needed more sleep or something and headed back to her room.

Alanna simply sat there in the dark. All kinds of ideas were running through her head. With a determine grunt, she got up and lit a small candle by her. Taking a dagger and her broken sword out of her pillow, she got ready to use it. For a moment, Alanna stared resentfully at the two long scars on her right forearm. Gritting her teeth, she drew a third wound beside them with her dagger, letting her blood drip onto both swords. A harsh win sprang up around her; and her fire burned purple.

"One," Alanna whispered, closing her eyes and fumbling for the best words. "Crystal and whole, unbreakable, strong. One-crystal in the hilt, straight steel, sheared in two." Dust whipped against her face, sweeping every corner of the room. "Two," She moved the three pieces closer to each other. "Separate, yet together. Being. Becoming." Power shuddered through her body. "One!" she yelled over the shrieking wind. Somewhere, she heard her door slammed open, but she didn't care anymore. "One blade, unbearable and whole!"

A last flare of power blasted through her, unbearable in its strength: Alanna fainted.

Jon's P.O.V.

He woke from a loud bang. Where did that come from? He laid his head back and drifted to sleep again. He was wake again by something scratching his door. With efforts, he got out of his bed and through on a robe. Jon opened the door.

'Quick, I think Alanna is doing something that might kill her!' it was Faithful.

Without another question, Jon followed Faithful to Alanna's room. It was crowded with onlookers. As they caught the sight of their Prince, they moved out of the way. Jon barely noticed, his mind was on Alanna. He got there as the wind slowly died to reveal a fallen Alanna laying on the floor, unconscious.

"Oh, Alanna…" he whispered. "Someone gets Duke Baird!" he yelled over his shoulder.

"No need, no need. I'm right here!" Came a voice, muffed with sleep. "What's going on?"

"Alanna." the prince said simply. 'Oh Great Mother Goddess, save Alanna and I'll be good to any gods for life!' he thought.

After a while of silence, Duke Baird said, "She is okay, she was just drained to faint."

"Thank God!" Faithful and Jon said in unison.

"However, she will not be waking up anytime soon… I need…" He started to give out a list of supplies he needed to tend Alanna. Jon left happily knowing that Alanna was okay, but what was Alanna doing so drained? Was she fighting using Lightning? He will ask once she got better.

A shadow slipped down the hallway, following Jon back to his room. Watching silently as he opened the door. After he gone in, the shadow came to the door, muttered something to the lock and the ground, then, all were a blaze. It watched for a moment then left down the hallway. Tomorrow, it will see to a cooked Prince that locked inside of his room…by pure accident.

Ok, what do you think? It took me forever to plan this. I decided to copy some off the book because I'm running dry, (of ideas) but it turned out alright, although a little bit wield. Watch and read my other stories that I've created. Please review if you have read the story, I'd love to hear from you!

Thanks,

Sorceress Shadow Rain.