Hey everyone thanks for the reviews. I know you're anxious to start reading so I'll make this quick.

Queen Alanna of Conte- If I told you who hurt her I'd have to kill you...KIDDING KIDDING, just be patient and I'll reveal it (he he, to be truthful I haven't figured it out myself)

Pink Squishy Llama- Aww but it's so fun to toy with lives :(...I'm pretty sure she won't die though CONSIDERING SHE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER...he he he. By the laws of plot I can't kill her :D

charlie and lola- Do you think you're wrong? I'm not sure Alanna had SO many enemies it'll be fun to bring it up. Heck I could make it Ralon and bring him in for kicks. (AHEM!)

Okay, I'm probably not going to bring in Ralon because it was hell to write his brother's lines. Anyway, to the story, enjoy it!

Jon continued his vigil at Alanna's bedside. It had been four days, and her condition had gotten slowly worse.

"How is she?" Myles was haggard, he had returned after Jon had summoned him.

"She's dying slowly, I'm not sure why…No I'm sure of why. She's being drained Myles."

Myles sat down in the chair next to him, "What are the healers saying?"

"One suggested we just end it, four days is too long, and a lot of the damage that happens from here until the end is irreversible."

"Will you?"

"Will I? It's not my decision."

"Jon…" Myles' voice took a gentle tone, "Your father has decreed you will make the final decision. He said that one of the hardest decisions a ruler has to learn is went to let go…"

Jon's face turned white, and then red, "I can't decide, it's not my choice to make!" He said in a loud whisper.

"Jon…" Myles' eyes extended sympathy.

"I can't do it Myles, how can I decide whether she should live or die…"

Myles rested a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure you'll think of something…" With that he left saying something about needing a drink.

Jon sat at the bed, holding Alanna's hand. He had taken a quick nap, eaten something and was back at his watch.

Suddenly, Thom limped into the room. He was panting at sweat was dripping down his face. His featured had contorted into a grimace, as if someone was pulling at him.

Thom ran into the room, "Do you feel it to?"

"What?"

"She's draining me Jon…you have to do something!"

"You're the sorcerer Thom!"

"I don't know what to do…" Thom gritted out.

Jon thought for a second, only one person would know what was happening.

Myles of Olau approached the scene with caution. Jon had called him and told him to look for similarities between this and other historical events.

He watched Alanna as string of purple fire choking her twin, coaxing magic out. Myles frowned and said, "She going into the next stage, like clockworks."

"I'm sorry?" Jon looked up at him.

Myles stepped into the room, stroking his beard, "She needs more energy so her forces are trying to drain everyone in the nearest vicinity."

"How do we stop it?" Sweat started to pour down Thom's forehead.

"I don't know…all I know is what I've read from books. She'll go for the closest people first, normally family. She's draining him."

Jon felt himself go white, "What can we do?"

Myles thought for a moment, trying to think up ideas. He reluctantly said, "There's only been one exception Jon."

"When?"

Myles slowly said, "You."

There was silence.

"How?"

"The sweating sickness drained you, by logic you should've started to drain everyone around you, your father, mother, duke Gareth…you have a lot of people who are close to you in your family."

"So what happened?"

"Alanna did something, I'm not sure what but it calmed you down. I can't remember."

Jon thought back to the times, his mind drawing a blank. He desperately searched one more time, seeing as Thom was losing the fight against Alanna.

"Vervain…" Thom rasped.

Myles snapped his fingers, remembering something suddenly.

"That's it…" he rushed off, and returned with a package of herbs. He looked at Jon one more time.

"Last time Alanna did this, she was not sure if she could survive. She said many more powerful than her had died. Are you sure you wish to do this Jon?" Myles met Jon's eyes to see a look of defiance and insecurity.

Jon nodded slowly.

"Create a fire." Myles said simply

Jon let blue flames flicker from his fingers into the hearth. Myles tended to the tiny flame until he tossed in the tiny package.

Smoke rose from the package as it slowly disappeared. The smoke grabbed at him, it forced itself in him, until it filled him. It choked him, and something inside of him broke. He reached out, and the flame became part of him, slowly he said in a trancelike state, something he remembered Alanna saying a long time ago, when they fought the Ysandir. The words flowed out of his mouth like he had no control.

"Goddess, Great Mother…Dark Lady open the way for me, show me the way…" His voice deepened to something frightening.

Blue fire surged into his body from the flames. The smoke covered his vision so he could neither breathe, nor see.

You wish to take her, Do so prince… the voice came into his head.

Jon felt the flames surging into him, a fiery rope that twisted around him burning him slowly. He slowly took control, peeling the rope off his body, off his chest putting it into his hands. Still it remained, tying him to the hearth.

Prince… take the rope, give it to her, pull her out… the voice said.

Everything around him went black; he pulled at the rope it gave in a little letting him move forward. Slowly the darkness parted as he saw Alanna.

She was in white, straight as a board and a faint purple glow around her. A purple line flowed from her finger to somewhere else. Jon knew it was Thom, she was choking Thom…

"Alanna…" He called.

Her eyes were frighteningly closed, he moved closer.

"Alanna…Wake up!" he called again. He slowly took the sapphire rope and moved closer until he could touch her. His fingers gripped her left hand, puring some of his gift into her.

Her eyes shot open, "Jon…" She whispered, in a trance. Her eyes were unrecognizable; her pupil was so small it looked like the purple had consumed it. The Alanna that Jon had known, had completely disappeared.

"Alanna?" He asked almost tentatively.

She nodded taking a breath. The purple string dropped from her fingers, but she did not close the distance between them. She looked almost horrified as it dawned on her what she had tried to do.

"No…Thom…" The pupil came into he eyes again, she became human. She was battling to control herself.

Jon reached out his hand, "Alanna come with me." He said gently.

Her eyes were wild, her mouth started to move and no words exitted her mouth.

"Alanna, it's okay." Jon soothed trying to get her to calm.

Her eyes shifted as she panicked, slowly she started to back away.

Jon reached his hand out again, and she looked tempted to reach out. He looked in her eyes for a moment

Her eyes turned pure purple again, "Goodbye…" she said as she disappeared.

"ALANNA!" Jon called to the now empty air.

Cliched ending I know, I'm going to get flames from it. I'm sorry, I was trying to get her into it and it was kind of hard. Anyway I hope you liked it and even if you didn't

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