Note: Okay, to all you George fans, I apologise in advance! Oh and I'm watching the Two Ronnies Sketchbook and at the moment the Phantom Raspberry Blower of Old London Town is on, so excuse any mistakes, it's soooo funny! Not to mention I'm starting this dead on 3 AM and my kittens are tearing round, sounding like elephants. And my uncle is playing Call Of Duty: Finest Hour on MY PLAYSTATION 2! And is being very noisy. And my cat is walking allt1over the keyboard, sorry! Yes that was him, not me sorry. Anyway, I'll let you read the story now! Hope you like it…

Oh, and the bit in italics is Alanna's flashback.

Chapter 20

Alanna knelt next to him, crying until she used all her tears. She grabbed his hand. Unable to stay upright she eased gently forwards until she lay across him, not caring about the blood soaking into her clothes.

Jon walked quickly through the streets. Where was Alanna? She had gone to visit George; she hadn't seen him for a while. She had left, saying she would be back by the sixth bell. The eighth had just rung, and she still hadn't returned. He was worried and made no attempt to hide it. Sure, she could look after herself. But it wasn't enough to keep Jon back at the palace. He heard sobs coming from a street nearby that sounded a lot like Alanna… There she was, huddled over… Great Mithros! Jon hurried over to her. It couldn't be…

Alanna and George walked through the streets at a leisurely pace, laughing and catching up with each other. It had been months since Alanna had seen him, and she was glad to have the opportunity. Suddenly George fell with a cry of pain. A sword had shot from a nearby rooftop and embedded itself firmly in his side. He died almost instantly, but not before smiling at Alanna. He fell still and his face relaxed, turning a marble white. Alanna howled and felt tears streaming down her cheeks like waterfalls as she fell to her knees beside him…

Jon rushed over to her, putting his arm around her and drawing her up to a sitting position. She shuddered with sobs that shook her whole body. He lifted her into his arms, and she kicked and screamed, but he kept a tight hold on her, and eventually she relaxed. She felt weaker than she ever had in her life. No, this isn't happening, I'm dreaming… she thought. She closed her eyes tight. No! she thought as she opened them and she was still in the same place. She looked up at Jon. He was pale and tears were making tracks down his face as well, falling onto her. Suddenly she recovered enough tears to cry a few more.

Sorry, I know this is short too. But I'll write more next chapter, which will be his funeral. R&r please!