Sorry about not writing in like ever but I am in the middle of writer's block...yeah so I don't want any Flames because I know it is gonna suck but hopefully this will get me out of this horrid writer's block!

--The Girl Scholar –

The crowded room was buzzing as he stared at Alanna. "What is going on here?"

-King Roald of Conte-

--In the Hand of the Goddess--

--Protection By a Spell--

Surprise spread throughout the crowd. Prince Jonathan stared awe struck at Alanna. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

'Wait,' Jonathan told himself. 'What am I thinking? This was Alan! Only prettier. A lot prettier...AH! Stop It!'

As King Roald spoke, his expression was blank. "Alanna of Trebond, do you admit to your crime?"

"Yes, I do," she said in reply.

King Roald spoke again. Only this time his expression and voice was cold. "You have been sentenced to death and thus will be done by execution. Are there any objections," he asked the crowd.

Conservatives smirked and friends and family looked down at their feet. King Roald gave a little smile. "Very well," he said. "Executioner, please come forth."

A droopy figure cloaked in black stepped up onto the platform. Alanna knelt down on one knee and stared out into the audience, her eyes focusing in on one certain person.

—Jon's POV—

She knelt down on the platform and her eyes searched the crowd before looking at Jon with only the slightest hint of sadness in them. Not fear or terror. But sadness.

Just as the executioner unsheathed his sword and began to lean in to slit Alanna's throat Jon could not stand by and watch anymore.

He began to chant the spell of the wall of fire under his breath not caring about the consequences. (AN:Did you catch that little line there...the concequences?) He changed the spell a little bit to fit the occasion.

Oh Great Wall of Fire,

go over by'er,

with this charm,

protect her from harm.

Jon thought this was heard only if people leaned into him but in the real world, it could be heard as if someone was screaming it.

Attach like glue,

but don't be blue,

invisible my fire,

be a clear wire.

Jon soon got lost in the midst of the spell and focused only on his magic instead of what he was saying.

Cover and shield her,

from that gloomy sir,

do not let him take her life,

for she'll someday be my wife!

"I love you, Jonathan," she whispered.

-Alanna of Trebond-

--In the Hand of the Goddess--

Eh-ma-freakin'-gawsh! That was not what I expected at all...it's..it's...woah!

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--The Girl Scholar--