Mirror
Disclaimer: i do not own Alanna Thom, or Alan of Trebond. Nor do i own the song, "Breathe No More" it is by Evanescence.
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my souls on the other side.
Nine year old Alanna of Trebond stood at her mirror, her wish coming into her mind. She could almost see herself wearing armour, her copper hair streaming behind her as she rode the most elegant horse she could imagine. That is where I really am, she told herself.
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
Tears formed in her violet eyes as she remembered her father's outburst when she told him her dream.
"No! You will not go against a law! You will become a lady, and if I ever hear of this again, I will remove your dowry!" he had stormed at her.
Now she looked at the image, and it was her again. She screamed in hopeless rage and punched the mirror, small pieces of glass cutting into her soft skin.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
Blood welled around her wound, but she payed no attention. Her only thoughts were on the injustice. Her sobbing started to choke her.
She lay down on her bed, gazing at the bare wall, tears still streaming down her face.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
She breathed deeply, trying to rid herself of the hurt that had been plaguing her physically and mentally. She was unable to, the anger still seethed beneath her exterior. She was not going to the convent, no matter what Lord Alan said.
People told she would be beautiful, she would not listen to such vain assessments. When people hear of her wish, they tell it isn't right, they make her think something is wrong with her.
No, she thought, not for the first time, I will be that reflection, I will not let anything stop me. I am going to be the Lady Knight. But at the moment even she doubted her ability.
She thought of her father, and her twin brother, Thom. Why isn't father yelling at him about complaining about being a knight? Thom did not want to be a knight, he wanted to embrace the magic that lay in both of the twins. He wanted to be a sorcerer. Yet there was no mad screaming, threats or anything like that. Just a quiet "get out of my sight."
She looked at the blood on her hand. When she realised it didn't hurt, it strengthened her resolve. She was going to find a way to be a knight. And while the same thoughts had run through her head, this time, it was stronger, stronger than anything she had ever felt.
She calmed, and fell into her sleep, dreaming of the day she felt a sword tap both her shoulders and head, and a crowd cheering.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe now...
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more.
A/N: well? i hoped you liked it. please R&R. thanks.