Chapter 12
"Who am I to say you're wrong for feeling what you feel/But something in the way you talk like you're forgotten what is real/You don't have to prove you're strong to face it on your own/Cause it'll steal your breath/It'll wear you out/It'll throw you to the ground, but" –Hold On to Me, Bo Bice
About a week after Midwinter, Alanna and Jonathan were asleep in Jonathan's bed. Alanna was tossing and turning. There was a strange sensation, almost burning in her body. She sat up with a start, breathing heavily. The room was dark. She reached for her Gift to light a candle, but nothing happened. She tried again, harder. Still nothing. She then tried so hard that she was sweating. Exhausted, she gave up and looked deep inside.
Her violet fire was gone. Not even a trace of it was left. Alanna clenched her fists and got out of bed. She stomped around the room, swearing under her breath. Jonathan noticed and sat up, rubbing his blue eyes sleepily. Had Alanna been less upset, she would've seen it as sweet and adorable.
"What is it, Alanna?" he asked, eyes flicking back and forth as he followed the pacing knight.
"My Gift is gone!" Alanna replied. She whirled to face him. "Gone! Not a spark is left!" She swore loudly.
"It's gone?" Jonathan asked in bewilderment.
"Are you deaf? Yes, gone!" she retorted.
"How? No one can tap your Gift without your say so," Jonathan said.
"You're forgetting, Jonathan. There is one person in the world close enough to me to freely tap my Gift," Alanna replied through clenched teeth.
"Who?" Jonathan asked.
"Thom," Alanna hissed.
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"Thom of Trebond, I have half a mind to kill you!" Alanna bellowed, exploding into Thom's rooms. She froze, and swore. "What in Mithros's name?"
Seated with Thom was a cloaked man. His black hood hid his head, and his back was to Alanna. Thom was reclined across from the visitor, smiling.
"Alanna, what a surprise," Thom remarked. "My guest and I were just having tea."
"Who is your guest, dear brother?" Alanna asked, every sense on alert and her hand on Lightning's hilt. The man turned, removing his hood as he did so.
Alanna gasped.
Author's Note- MUA HA HA! Mini-cliffee. Well, actually, I'm gonna add another chapter too. I WAS going to wait 3 days with this, leaving you mad, but I decided against it.
DO NOT KILL ME. DO review, however.