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Author: ANYWAYS! Hey people! Miss me? And no, I am not dead. I'm sorry I haven't updated. But it's hard not having a computer with internet. That's why my story is on squeakers account. When I wrote this story I didn't have an account mainly because I didn't have an e-mail address. But I have an account now. My penname is icefox94. Shoot me later for taking so long to update, not now because if you did, the story would never get finished. Well, Enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 3: What!?!

Everyone sat down and waited quietly for Thom or Jonathan to explain. "Well, to begin with, we are not from this time-" Thom began.

"Wait a minute," Alanna interrupted. "Do you mean you are from a different time period or something?"

"Well, I can understand that, considering they don't know any slang and they're wearing strange clothing," Dracona said understandingly.

"I don't see how that's possible," Ricco said.

"Why not!?!" Jon inquired defensively.

"Well, how is that supposed to be possible? Huh? Answer me, Your Highness," Ricco answered..
"Oh please! I hate it when people use formalities, call me Jon," The prince answered. "And as for your question, It's all very simple. We just opened up a portal to this time."

"Really? How?" Lil'Saint asked curiously.

"We used our Gifts, of course," Thom answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Totally oblivious to the fact that they didn't know what a Gift was.

"Your gifts?" Alanna said.

"Our magic," Jon said. "Thom must have forgotten that you guys don't know what a Gift is." He looked at Thom. You can't say that he wasn't embarrassed about forgetting that. Everyone else was staring wide-eyed (Author: Again!) at Jon. They definitely seemed uncomfortable after that comment.

"What?" Both Thom and Jon asked. The silence was getting to them.

"Magic?" Everyone but Dracona asked disbelievingly. (Squeaker: I mean come on, would you believe them???) Dracona seemed a little uncertain.

"Thom?" she said suddenly. He looked at her, one red eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Yes, Lady Dracona?"

"Please, don't call me that," Dracona requested. "I'm far from that." Dracona blushed slightly.

"Okay," Thom said smirking. "Yes, Dracona?"
" Are Gifts different colors? When you see them, I mean." She asked.

Thom studied her a moment before answering. "Yes, Gifts come in many different colors, one could be blue, while another could be red or green. Why do you ask?"

" What colors' are your Gifts?"

"Mine's blue, and Thom's is violet," Jon said, giving her a look of pure curiosity.

"Ha! I knew it!" Dracona exclaimed. "You," she said, pointing to Thom. "were spying on us earlier tonight! Weren't you!" (Squeaker: Talk about accusing some one of something they did do...)

Alanna looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you talking about?"

"Remember when I told you that I felt like someone was watching us?" Dracona asked. Alanna just nodded. "Well, I saw a purple glow in the bushes near the basket ball courts." She paused, than turned to Thom. "That was your Gift, right?"
Thom was gaping, and it took a painful nudge from Jon to get him to stop and answer her. " Well...umm...yes, we were watching you, but only briefly to make sure we were going to the right time period," he answered. "That's all."

"If you're not from this time period, then which time period are you from?!? How many years are between our time and yours?" Alanna asked.

"Well, What year is it?"

"2006."

"let's see, somewhere around the area of...1450 years," Thom answered after a bit of thought. "That is, we're from 1450 years in the past." He added this almost as an after thought.

Silence quickly filled the room, making it uncomfortable for everyone. After a few minutes, Alanna spoke. "What happened? I promise that everyone will keep their questions until you're done, right everyone?" Alanna looked around the room, everyone agreed with her, afraid of what might happen if they didn't. After all, no one has ever crossed Alanna and come out unscathed.

"Well, to begin with, Alanna, you and I are of some of the noblest blood in Tortall. We are the heirs to Trebond, and as our father never kept in touch with the castle, they did not know that we were even born. I showed up one day after rescuing Helpless over there," Thom pointed to Jon, who glared at him playfully. "from a Hurrok, and they were corrected." He looked around. "You guys know what a Hurrok is, right?" Everyone nodded. "well, after I saved him, Jon took me to see his father. The king thanked me and asked if there was anything I wanted as a reward. I would have told him that no reward was necessary, in fact I almost did, but I remembered at the last second about a prophecy that was prophesized before we were born.

"You see, the prophecy is about two young, odd looking twins. One of whom is a powerful sorcerer, and the other, a master of every kind of weapon, and trained in there deadly arts. They know the source of great pain, and yet know happiness and peace at the same time. This person is known as Blade Dancer for her unnatural speed. You see, Alanna, you and me, we are the twins in the prophecy, and you are Blade Dancer," He paused, letting this sink in.

"Whaddy wha whadduh?" Dracona said, not really that surprised. (Author: I wonder why? (smirks))

"Wha? Wh-What did you say?" Alanna asked, completely shocked.
"You heard me, you are Blade Dancer," Thom answered.

"That would explain why David taught you how to use all those weapons, and why you train practically everyday," Dracona reasoned. "Why else would he?"

"Any ways," Thom interrupted. "A person with a blue Gift was supposed to help me, so I asked the king if Jon could help me." Thom looked at Jon. "And, as you can probably guess, the king said yes."

"So, I'm supposed to be some crazy woman that's supposed to slaughter everyone and you're here to prevent that by killing me?" Alanna was NOT happy. "That's why you're here?" She was looking Thom in the eye, her Purple eyes alight with a mix of anger and fear.

"No!!!! He yelled, horrified she would even think that. He saw her startled look and his eyes softened. "No" he repeated, smiling at her. "Why I am here is to get you, go back to our time and help you save Tortall, our country, from evil."
Alanna seemed calmer now. "Tortall, I've heard that name before."
"I think they taught us about it in social studies," Dracona said absently. Thom and Jon looked as clueless as was expected. "Actually, I know they did. But wait...Then that means that..." She turned to Jon. "You! We learned about you! You're Prince Jonathan!" She seemed very happy to have realized this.

"Hey, you're right!" Alanna said, a smile crossing her face.

I'm famous? Jon thought. And it's not even my time period...

Dracona was surprised at how...well...Alanna took this. It was easier for her, she has a Gift of her own. It's a very strong one, blue with flecks of purple (which were, coincidently, her favorite colors along with green) She'd probably paid more attention than Alanna in class when they'd taught them about Tortall, so that also helped. They didn't get very far in the time during which Jon was still a prince, in fact they skipped most of that, and went straight to when he was king. But She knew that the king before Jon was King Roald.

"Are you guys sure you're telling the truth?" Alanna said suddenly. "No crossed fingers or anything?" Alanna looked suspiciously at Thom.

"What?" The boys from the past looked confused.
"Umm, we're sorry, but we don't know what you mean by crossed fingers," Jon said.

"It where you cross your finger behind your back, that way a promise isn't worth anything. It means you have no intention of keeping the promise. Either that, or you are lying," Dracona explained.

"Well, then no, we are not crossing our fingers, see," Thom answered, showing Alanna that his fingers weren't crossed behind his back like she just showed him.

"All right, one question. How'd I get here?" Alanna asked, confused.

Thom explained what happened. Finishing off about twenty minutes later. "I'm not sure what happened after you were sent here, I'm guessing this David person found you, and raised you according to the instructions in the note."

"So what happened to our father?"

"He lives. He hates me because I look and act too much like Amber," Thom said.
"Amber?"

"Our mother's name was Amber. He also hates me because I had to become a sorcerer instead of a knight, like most boys of noble birth."

"I'm sorry," Alanna apologized. She felt bad for Thom, and for her dead mother.

"It's ok, I don't need him anyway," Thom answered.

"so, do I have a Gift?" Alanna inquired.

Thom smiled. "We're twins, Alanna. If I have it, you have it. It's also very powerful. Want me to teach you how to use it?"

"I would love that." Alanna replied happily.

"Okay, is there anything else we need to know?" Ricco asked Thom and Jonathan. They shook their heads.

"Wait a minute. Why did Dracona take all this info better than everybody else?"

"Well, I sorda have the Gift too." Dracona replied shyly, looking at her feet.

"How strong" Alanna asked.

"Pretty strong."

"What color?" That was from Ricco.

Dracona answered by putting her hand out, still staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world, and summoned a ball of blue fire with flecks of violet into her palm. Now that her Gift was revealed, Thom and Jonathan saw a blue and violet fire surrounding Dracona. Both boys looked at her longingly. (K'mon guys! I know that Jonathan always falls for Alanna in these fics, but both Alanna and Dracona are very hot and Dracona was looking extremely sexy with the blue/violet flames surrounding her. Jon's thoughts were caught up in the moment of her beautifulness. Thom actually likes her, though. (Going to be a Dracona/Thom pairing) kay!?).

Lil'Saint saw Jon staring at Dracona and asked "Hey Jon, why are you staring at Dracona like that?"

Thom looked away quickly before anyone noticed him staring. Jon looked startled and spat out a "What?"

Everyone looked at him and Dracona smiled. She knew that Jon didn't like her like that and he likes Alanna. Though I doubt she returns his feelings. He was just caught up in the moment when she was engulfed in the flames of her Gift. Come to think of it, she seems to know just about everything.

"Well, we've had a long night and it's getting late. Let's go to sleep and talk about this more in the morning." Dracona said, taking everyone's attention away from Jon. Everyone nodded and Lil'Saint yawned.

"K'mon little man, let's go to bed. Alanna, will you show them the living room?" Ricco said. Alanna nodded. He turned to Thom and Jon and said. " I'm sorry, we don't have anymore spare rooms."

"Oh, that's fine, we don't mind. Just leave Thom alone, He's not a morning person." Jonathan's laugher was joined by everyone else's as Thom glared at the prince.

" Watch it, prince." Thom said. Everyone stopped laughing and said they would leave Thom alone until they knew he was fully awake. Alanna showed them the living room, got some blankets for them, and went to sleep.

Okay, there was chapter 3. I hope everyone liked it. I'll try to get the next one up soon. Most likely not as soon as tomorrow. My little sister's funeral is tomorrow. I promise it wont take another year though.

icefox