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He threw the rope out again, screaming.

"ALANNA!" He felt the rope slowly start to burn his hand, it tightened against his waist.

"Mithros and Goddess give me strength," he muttered.

He pulled onwards

She is not lost prince, she also is not found. Find her. The whisper rang in his ears.

He pulled onwards, pushing through the darkness deeper and deeper.

"Alanna!" He called again.

"LEAVE!" The voice boomed in his head.

He gripped onto the rope tighter.

"Alanna, come with me." He gasped slightly as the pain filled his head, his vision got blurred slightly and he started to see white from the pain.

"Please…leave…" It was desperate this time.

"Alanna, let me help!" Jon called again, him not the man, but him.

Then he saw it, a purple blur from the corner of his eye. He turned and slowly walked towards it.

Alanna was huddled up inside, shaking and pale.

"Please, no more. I can't take it…" She looked at him with big eyes, the tiny black dot returned.

"Alanna…" Jon said, laying a hand to her forehead.

She nodded, her eyes flashing. They recognized him instantly. Something was coming from him pulling her out. A noise came from her, something so familiar and so unusual. As if she was a changed person, she rose like she was not a girl but a goddess.

"I am ready." She said slowly. She was a woman, not a child afraid of pain. She stepped forward with the gentleness of a flower and took his hand. Slowly and deliberately, she put it to her chest and mimicked this with her own hand.

He felt power transfer so some of her purple fire flooded into him, almost causing him to lose concentration. After a moment, she released his hand and stood up.

He nodded, "Come…" It sounded like another man saying it, yet it came from him.

She looked at him, and so much was shared between their eyes. He took the sapphire rope in his right hand, and Alanna's in the other and they walked back into the infirmary.

Jon opened his eyes with a start.

Alanna's eyes opened suddenly, purple and blue fire mixing into her irises.

"Thank you…" she said softly.

He nodded, feeling sweat roll down his face.

She muttered something, that he swore sounded something like, I love you.

She was stable now, Duke Baird said that now she had gotten past the worst stages, but still a lot were trying to let her go.

"We have no idea what pain she's in your highness, wouldn't it be better if we ended it?" One man asked him.

Jon stopped to think of this. He was constantly haunted by the image of the pale Alanna shaking pleading for him to let go.

He talked to his friends about it that night.

"I can't kill her…" He admitted.

"It's true, you don't know what she's going through but it could be painless." Raoul pointed out.

"Raoul, I can't make a biased decision. I need to make a decision based on what's best for Alanna."

"Jon, the healers are proposing to kill her though. You're destroying any chance she has of living." Gary said quietly.

"But she's in pain, I can't feel better knowing that I'm keeping her alive just so she can die anyway. She's in so much pain Gary." He sighed, looking dropping his head into his hand.

"It's your decision." Raoul added, with that they left him alone.

Jon went to the only place he could.

"Hello, can I speak to…"

"Johnny! What brings you to Dancin Dove?" Lightfingers called.

"A friend, I need to see George about something, would you know where he is?"

"Here Jon, what's wrong?" George's crooked grin turned into a frown, he realized they were not alone and pulled Jon upstairs.

"Well are'ye willin to speak or will I have to pry it from ye?"

Jon took in a breath, "Stefan told you about Alanna."

"Aye, he has."

"Did he tell you anything else?"

George shook his head. In the candlelight Jon could see the bags under his eyes, and the odd colours that played on his face.

"I'm supposed to make the decision." Jon at heavily in one of the chairs.

George poured a drink, ale or scotch…Jon couldn't tell, and thrust a glass at him. They emptied their glasses.

"Now, tell me more."

"I'm supposed to say whether or not she should live."

George nearly spit out his drink, "That's a decision for ye!"

"George, I went into our bond and she was in so much pain. It's been nearly five days since she went into the coma…"

George scoffed, "I thought I knew ye' highness. This is the same lass we're speakin of? Alanna the Lioness had fought much more than an archer and lived. It's disappointin' that ye think so little of'er."

Jon sighed, "What can I do George, I think that Duke Baird will give up soon."

"To kill her though, that's as nice as a horse's arse! Pardon my language highness, but you know Alanna. Why are ye so insistent on not givin her a chance? I mean, I don't envy ye for havin to choose. Yer choosin between life and extreme pain aye? Your decision…" George shrugged.

Jon nodded, "Thanks George, you've helped more than you can imagine."

Jon pulled Duke Baird aside with a grim look on his face.

"Your grace, I've given the matter a lot of thought. I've taken into account that Alanna is a strong person, yet I know she's in a lot of pain. In a lot of ways I don't think it's fair to her to continue with this. That's why…"