Chapter5: All You Can Do
2 years after arrival at Convent- August; both 14
"AUUHHHH," Alanna woke up sweating and in pain, again, as she had at least once every night these last few days. Once more she felt like she had just been use as a jousting dummy for the pages at the Palace. She curled up around her abdomen wishing she could figure out what was the matter and how to stop it. Alanna kept feeling at any time in the day like she was being stabbed over and over again with a staff; like she was going to faint; and/or like she was going to throw up. Another thing to add to the lovely list of things wrong was that she was having trouble with her Gift- it wasn't cooperating with her when she wanted to used it. She decided not to use it while this was going on- she didn't want it to go out of control and blast everything around her into oblivion. She had thrown up a couple times and fought it down many others. 'Eh, people are most likely thinking I got knocked up somehow.' Alanna shuddered at the thought of having a child now. 'It's not like I don't protect myself (an anti-pregnancy charm mysteriously showed up one day on her desk) when I'm with Shylock, but no one knows about me and him, so they are just listening to their sick little minds.' Her thoughts were ending by another jab of pain and a wave of nausea. After the pain passed she got out of bed, her internal clock telling her it was about three A.M. Alanna didn't even care; she just wanted to feel better. As she was walking to the bathing room she heard her door open and Arianna's head pop in.
"Alanna are feeling OK?' Arianna asked sleepily.
"As good as I can feel in what sha- Aaaahh," her sentence never got finished because an extremely sharp pain lanced into Alanna's side making her collapse to the floor. Arianna rushed over to Alanna who was curled into a ball around her stomach whimpering in pain and refusing to herself to cry.
Through her tightly shut eyes she saw and felt warm silver light, within and without her body, and through the pain came Arianna's voice telling her "I don't know what's wrong with you. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what is going on. You Look fine, nothing's wrong with your Gift, that I can tell, and you aren't pregnant." Alanna scowled at her for the last comment. "Well you aren't." was Arianna's reply. "Ok, what do you want me to do?"
Since the pain had subsided a little Alanna was able to reply. "I would like a cold cloth, then go and try to sleep again." She tried to stand up, but her legs gave out.
"Alright since you can't stand I'll just have to carry you." Arianna said and did so. Alanna was surprised when Arianna picked her up like she was three year old. Even thought it didn't look it, underneath all that slimness, she had almost equal, in body proportion, the amount of muscle that Shylock had. After being picked up like she weighed nothing, Alanna was taken to her bathing room.
She was set down on the dirty clothes bin and Arianna got a rag from the shelf and put it in some water. The rag came back to Alanna and she was thankful as she could ever be, for the blissful coolness felt really nice on her warm skin.
"Does that feel nice?" asked Arianna sympathetically, but at the same sounding sarcastic.
"Mmhhm," she heard herself answering, with little conscious knowing if it.
"All right you can take that with you, come on, I'm taking you back to bed so you can be a little awake for the morning's classes."
Alanna didn't complain when her friend picked her up, again, as if she weighed nothing.
Arianna set her in bed and under the sheets before leaving her. The last thing she heard was "If you're not feeling better in the morning I'll have something for you."
And with that going in one ear and out the other she fell in to a painless sleep for the first time in three days.
Arianna went back to her room very troubled. Alanna seem fine when she was examine with Arianna's Gift, There was no sign of any thing that could cause what Alanna was going through. The one thing that got Arianna worried, other than the vomiting and pains, was that Alanna's Gift was acting very odd. When Arianna was examining her, her Gift kept going between dim and small then flaring up and pulsing violently. Sort of like a heart, but a different rhythm. Only when she had given Alanna a sort of magickal pain block (the warm silver light), that would temporarily cease the pain and nausea, had the Gift stopped acting corrupt. The Gift thing still bugged her, but she couldn't think of any thing that would do that to a person with no source.
Well she didn't have time to dwell on something she couldn't figure out; she would do that later. For now she had to make a little potion for Alanna in the morning; she had a feeling that Alanna was really going to need it. Once again it was going to be a night with little sleep.
The reason for Alanna's pain is her Gift's weirdness
In the morning Alanna woke up feeling refreshed, but with a little bit of pain. It wasn't as bad as it had been for the last few days, but she knew it was still with her. Her door opened to reveal Arianna standing with an open bottle in her hand.
"Oh I didn't know that it was a special enough occasion to bring alcohol with you." Alanna smiled to her companion standing now beside her bed.
"You know very well I don't I don't approve of spirits in the morning," was Arianna's response.
"Yes, I know Mother, but of course it's always alright after dark."
Arianna just sighed and went on to another subject. "Well, how you're feeling right now is temporary. Right now you're feeling alright and in little pain." Alanna opened her mouth to ask how she knew that but Arianna cut her off. "I gave you a pain block last night which will be wearing off soon so I brought you that potion I promised you. It will cease the pain, the nausea, give you energy, and suppress your Gift, so don't use your Gift until this... whatever it is, passes. And before you can ask why I suppressed you Gift, I did it because it was acting abnormally and I don't want you to get hurt trying to use a corrupt Gift. This should last until bed tonight. I'll give you more then. For now drink this and get ready for today's lessons. I see you at breakfast." Alanna stared at her friend as she left the room. Arianna had that gift to not let you speak unless she wanted to hear you. She had done just that to Alanna, not letting her ask any questions. 'Oh, well. That can't be helped now. But damn I want to know what's in the potion." Alanna just got out of bed and drank her potion. As she got ready for the day she realized she already felt better than she had. The pain was almost gone and she didn't feel like she was going to throw up at any given moment. 'What did Arianna do to this? It's quite strong whatever it is. I have to ask her later, I really want to know what she did.' Alanna was amazed at it. Nothing she had studied was this strong or like this in any way. To get something like this from what Alanna had studied you'd need at least 3 different potions which didn't work well when mixed together. 'Well time to ponder that later. I have to get to breakfast. But damn, what was that.' With that she left her room and put her questions in the back of her mind.
Arianna just left Alanna's room after giving Alanna her night time potion. It had been two days since Alanna had drunken the first magickal elixir. 'I don't want to have to do that again. That brew was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.' What Alanna wanted to know and what Arianna had done was to make the tonic out of her Gift to shape it into what she wanted. It had taken a lot of energy. She had used as many physical components as she could. But to get the result she wanted she couldn't just used what was material- the herbs and liquids she could use wouldn't mix properly to do the job. So what was left? She couldn't just keep giving those magickal pain blockers; it sapped more energy from her than the potion had. Since there was nothing left to do Arianna improvised on what she knew. In magick the will of the sorcerer was the first thing that mattered in a spell; the second was enough power- if you didn't have a big Gift you were restricted to do less energy requiring spells. That wasn't the case for Arianna. She had a big will and power in abundance. The only thing that was a problem was that what she was going to attempt was different than what she had been taught. 'Oh, well. That can't be helped. And anything is worth a try.' Those were Arianna's thoughts when she realized what her option was.
After going over the pros and cons of this experiment, Arianna got started. She put together what she could of the material world then gathered her wits and energy. What she did was will the energy of her Gift into a drinkable liquid that held the rest of the components she was missing from the physical mix. Quite interesting when you think about that a Gift isn't really something physical you can touch and feel. Arianna made sure that it would blend harmoniously with all her ingredients, and then push the morphed energy into a large bottle. It had taken up a lot of her energy and all she was able to do after her taxing trial was put a stopper in the bottle and curl up to go to sleep. When she woke at her normal time she was still drained and quiet willing to go back to sleep, but she had to go give the potion to Alanna and get ready for the day. Grumbling she had gotten out of bed to do her duties.
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She didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she was awake and in some sort of temple in the desert. That was all judging by what she saw. If she was in a desert where was the warmth? She couldn't feel it- or coldness for that. Alanna looked around. There were ten other people in this place. Eight of them looked to beautiful to be human- they most likely weren't. The other two were Prince Jonathan and her brother Thom. What they were doing here she didn't know.
One of the non-humans spoke; bringing a halt to her thoughts of how's and whys. "You can't defeat us. We are the Ysandir (sp?). We are gods and the children of the gods. We were here when your Old One's cities fell, and we laughed all the while. You are only human, how long can you last against us immortals?"
Jon's voice cut through the immortals speech. "Yes, we may only be mortal, but you are not gods. You are only immortal from natural causes, so you can die." Jon pointed with his sword at two piles of black ash. "That just proves it. If you couldn't die then what do you call that"? His challenging voice rang through the air. Angry at Jon's patronizing tone one of the immortals ran at the two lads. Thom muttered something and Jon's sword glowed with a dark purple fire as it came down upon the on coming undying; now there were only seven of the Ysandir. All Jon could do was hold on to his sword and stare at Thom.
Thom stared back levelly. "What? It was nothing fancy, besides we got to do something about that". He pointed at five of the others who had formed a triangle and were forming a deadly looking yellow-green ball of energy. Jon's eye's widened. Thom just kept a level head and didn't look at all put off. "Okay. Sure... Jon- I'll deal with the sorcery and you with whatever come at us physically." Jonathan could only nod his consent because the energy ball was growing larger and the two others that weren't part of the circle were coming at them with weapons in their hands.
A dark purple shield laced with blue sprang up around Thom and Jonathan. As the two immortals advanced on Jon he heard Thom muttering something and knew it must be a spell- he could feel the energy building. Jonathan decided to try something of his own. Using his sword for direction and his Gift for power, Jon called up fire and shaped it into a whip. With his fire whip he lashed out at his enemies who were now an arm's lengths away and the whip cut through the immortals sides (A/N-he cut all the way through both of them, horizontally through the stomach). As they fell to the ground they turned to black ash.
Jon turned back to face Thom with difficulty. The energy that was building was so dense that it made moving hard. He could see power moving all around the two of them; why he didn't notice this while he was fighting, he had no clue. Glancing at the opponent and saw their energy ball had tripled in size. From the look of this, it was ready to be released. He hoped Thom was ready. Right as that thought was finished he heard Thom's distressed voice yell through whirling ripples of blue and purple energy around them- "Strongest shields and brace yourself!" With out even thinking about asking why, Jon did so and was glad he did.
Throughout the battle of the mortal and immortal Alanna had been watching, speechless. She doubted that even if she had screamed anyone would hear her. Everyone seemed to be oblivious to her, like she didn't exist; maybe she really wasn't here, only her spirit was. She had watched the idiotic immortal charge and get cut down, saw when the five immortals gather to start their magick, and saw two other stupid beings charge and get cut down just as their comrade had. Too disconcerted to speak or try and react, Alanna just watched the scuffle, the whole time praying both Thom and Jonathan survived this encounter and did nothing stupid.
Thom was expending a lot of power and energy into neutralizing the immortal's attack. Looking over at the sickly yellow-green ball she swallowed hard. It's sized was multiplying, growing each second she watched. That was pure energy and evil at that and it would be going up against the same amount of energy (hopefully), that would be untainted, good through and through; the total opposite. Alanna, remembering her training, went from worried to grief-stricken and almost cried; these types of confrontations always ended catastrophically. She didn't even want to think of how this was going to turn out; she didn't want to believe it.
The power was building on both sides, she could hear it humming in the air and coursing through her body in irregular waves. All she could do was watch, hopelessly. All the energy was being pulled into spells- being pulled taut, like a lute string. Alanna knew the effect of this, and never wanted it to happen. Around her she felt it (the only thing she could feel), that energy being pulled tighter and tighter, into the power-hungry spells.
Then, she felt it; the release when all the power snapped into place and was let loose. She closed her burning eyes not wanting to see the effect she knew was going to happen.
Thom pushed, with as much power as he could collect, his creation of purple and blue energy at his enemy; at the same time as they did the same thing to him. The two powers met and collided in an explosion of color and light. Only then did he realize, to his horror (at his failure and the consequence), what was going to happen. It was too late to stop it now, so Thom (depressed beyond words, with no hope left in him) gave in to realization, understanding what the consequence would be, and accepted his fate and did one last thing to at least ensure the Prince's survival, he would be needed in the future. Thom put his last reserves of his Gift into strengthening into the original attack, so they would win. 'May as well do whatever you can while you're alive, so nothing is wasted and you have no regrets about not doing something you should have'.
All this done in one second's thinking...
Before the force of the explosion threw everyone in the temple away from the epicenter in a blinding flash of purple light laced with blue.
Thom's only regret was that he didn't get a chance to say goodbye...
Even with her eyes closed she new what happened. Thom spent all his energy on the original attack, and then spent what he didn't have on making sure that his assault won. When the energies collided they would bounce off the each other and go back in the direction it came from. Only those with the strongest shields up would survive when the energies hit. Those with out shields wouldn't survive- just like Thom. Alanna cried while she waited for the catastrophe to end. She would never see her brother alive again. 'No! It's not true! This is all just a dream, one really horrible dream that will go away when I wake up. This is all just a dream! I refuse to believe that this is real!''. She rocked back and forth crying, not wanting to believe what she knew in her heart was true.
The waves of energy and the light stopped and Alanna opened her eyes with a gasp; she felt like she had gotten stabbed a hundred times with a knife, something she hadn't felt in a couple days. Forcing her way through the pain, she opened her eyes. What she saw was exactly what she had thought it would look like. Where the two balls of energy met the was a crater about 25 ft. across the edge was 1ft deep and kept getting deeper as you went to the center. Looking to where the so-called immortals were, all Alanna saw was black ash scattered across the golden sand. She dreaded what she would find when she looked over on the opposite side, but she looked anyways. Jonathan and Thom were slumped against the wall about 10ft up she saw marks where they had hit the wall, going into an unconscious state, before sliding down to land on the floor.
Before, Alanna hadn't tried to move, but now she stood up, cringing as her abdomen throbbed, and moved over to her unconscious friend and dead brother. Alanna just knew that he was dead; the pain she was experiencing and the whiteness of her twin's skin told her that it was true. She was almost there before she was stopped. Her legs wouldn't move any farther. Still shocked about all that happened, Alanna just wilted to the ground and watched what happened; crying for her brother and for the gut wrenching pain she was feeling. All she could do was watch.
He was floating in blackness, but it wasn't the kind of floating where you could move, no, this was where all you could do was stay put in mid-air, with nothingness all around you. The blackness was pitch black, couldn't see anything; well he could see his body but nothing else. It was sort of a weird sensation. Why was he here? He didn't know. 'I may as well just wait since I have nothing else to do'.
As he came to, he was assaulted with the worst headache he had ever had. When he opened his eyes they were filled with fuzziness; that's how bad the headache was. His vision cleared and Jonathan was finally able to look around. Thom was on his right and in front of him was where the Nameless Ones should have been, but instead, there was black ash that marked their passage. All he could do was chuckle. They had defeated their enemy. He turned back towards Thom, laughing, "We did it, Thom. We defeated the Nameless Ones. They're gone; forever." Jon noticed he wasn't responding so he shook Thom lightly. "Hey, you OK". There was still no response. Now Jonathan was concerned. He checked Thom's neck for a pulse- there was nothing there. Taking back his shaking hand, Jon didn't know what to do or even what to think; his mind was blank. Then the thoughts all came in a rush. 'This can't be happening. This isn't right. There is no way this is possible. He's dead. No, No. It isn't true'. Jon's mind raced in shock. 'Oh Gods. This shouldn't be this way. No one should be dead. Thom and I should both be alive and dancing with joy at defeating the Nameless Ones. He shouldn't be dead.' He started to weep; his friend was really dead, nothing could bring him back short of a miracle. 'What am I going to tell the others? How will they take it? Oh gods. What am I going to tell Alanna?' As his thoughts went to Thom's sister the tears came harder- for his grief and Alanna's.
Jonathan heard footsteps coming towards him. He pulled his sword out as he turned to face the stranger. When he saw who the stranger was he automatically lowered his sword and his head. The person who was facing him was familiar, but also as strange as city he was in. They had met before and Jon had no wanting to meet him again.
The Black God was walking toward him for the second time in his life, in his black cowl and hood, giving off an aura of justice and of mercy. Before it had been during the Sweating Sickness, but then Thom had been there and saved him, not letting the Black God take him for his own. His eyes burned at being forced to remember the times when hid friend had been living. This time Jon knew he was not there for him, but for Thom. There was nothing he could do to stop it, but that didn't stop him from grieving.
Now that black material was right up close to him, he kept his head down in respect. A boney forefinger reached down and lifted his face up to meet a hood filled with black nothingness; he gulped as a voice came in to his skull, 'Do not fear, mortal, it is not your time anymore. It is your friend's.' The Black God's voice took on a tone of pity. 'It's a sad thing when the young die before their allotted time. But alas, your friend is more lucky than most. His heart is pure, clean of sin, if there were any, anyways, they would have been wiped clean from his self sacrifice to keep you alive. He had a good heart; he will go to afterlife quickly, not having to wait to pay for sins. Show your grief and give him his proper respects, he has moved on and will be in peace. There is nothing more you can do for him.'
A finger now wasn't beneath his chin but he still looked up into the black abyss. He dared a question "I know this is something I shouldn't be asking, but could preserve his body; it has a long way to travel."
Jon felt eyes searching through his mind and heart. The Black God answered "That is an odd request, but not an unreasonable one. It is granted. Now I need to do my job.' Then he turned to the marble white Thom.
'How long I've been in this blackness, I don't know, but I wish I knew how I had gotten here. Oh well''. The blackness was still around him and he still couldn't move. 'LaLalalalaaa, wait...is something moving out there? Yes I believe there is.' There was something coming towards him. He couldn't tell what it was until it was up close; it was a pair of hands. Black, billowy sleeves came up to the bony wrists, which led into bony hand. These hands look rough from work, but they gave off an aura of gentleness. They took him up and carried him away. Then came pure black- his eyes were closed, he couldn't even see his body anymore.
It was so hard to stop crying. Her eyes were swelling up and blurring her vision. She wiped her eyes again. Alanna had watched the Black God come and saw him talk to Jonathan. She didn't know what was said but, it must have helped because Jon looked better after the Black God turned his attention to Thom's body. He gently reached towards Thom and then put his hands right into Thom's chest. Alanna watched horrified at what this God was doing. Was he trying to mutilate her brother? Of course Alanna's common sense wasn't working to well at the moment. His hands came out of Thom's body, but with something in them that he set on the ground next to Thom's body. It looked like a human, but it was translucent. After examining it, Alanna realized what it was.
The Black God had reach in and pulled out Thom's spirit.
He came to in sunshine, not blackness. It was quite a bright place wherever it was. He willed his eyes open. All around was sand and it looked quite familiar. 'Time I got up' he thought, and he got to his feet. When starting to brush off his leggings, he realized that they were see-through. Last time he check it wasn't like that, even in blackness they were quite solid. Something was next to his foot, so he stepped back to look at it. Odd, it looked like him. 'How...' then it all came back to him.
He was Thom of Trebond learning to be knight against his will, his passion was magick, but still he coped. Why he was like this ? He remembered- he was against the Nameless Ones, who were bent on destroying him and Prince Jonathan. They had had to use magick to defeat the Nameless Ones. That was the last thing Thom had ever done. He'd overextended himself to finish off his enemies and died for it. Looking to his left he saw the person who was the one who had to live- his friend Jonathan, staring at him with pain filled eyes. Thom spoke to him one word "Goodbye" and turned away knowing Jon would understand his short words. Turning, he faced a figure in a black robe with billowy sleeves and bony hands and wrists. Thom spoke to him now "I am ready. I accept my death and am ready to move on." The God just nodded gravely and addressed him "You are a wise one to accept your death so soon. Just makes my job easier."
Thom just sighed remembering what he had Seen just two weeks ago. "This had to happen. Otherwise thing would not go as they should for the future of all my friends".
Speechless was last thing Alanna wanted to be. She wanted to scream and cry and go drag Thom away from the Black God's clutches. As Thom's spirit woke its self she watch, and she watch as it took reality and accepted it. Watching it say goodbye to Jon was hard; she still hadn't work the lump out of her throat so she could speak. Finally, as Thom started to walk away with the Black God she found her voice and used it to its full extent, even though she didn't know if he could hear her; it didn't matter, she tried anyway.
"THOM. THOM. Don't you dare leave. You can't leave me." To her sad joy, he turned around to face her. His face went from glum acceptance to a look of surprise. She looked back at him and said quietly "Please, don't leave me."
He said a word to the god then walked over to her; she was crying again. When he spoke he sounded years older than he was. "Alanna, my sister, I can't stop this. I have to keep going, I don't think I will be able to stay." The Black God was walking over now. "I have to go. Listen, I love you, you will always be my sister". The Black God was right over them now. Thom kissed her cheek and hugged her, "Goodbye". And with that last word the Black God took Thom by the arm and led him away, and then glanced back and made a shooing motion at her. She was pulled away from them and thrown back into reality screaming "NO,NO, YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE. NO, NO, NOOoooo..."
Alanna sat bolt up right in bed, crying her heart out. 'This can't be, my brother can't be dead. NOO!'' She got out of bed with weak, shaky legs and a hazed of tears masking her eyes. Just two steps and she fell to the floor in a heap of shaking and whimpers. She didn't even notice when her door opened and someone came running to her side. All she knew was that she was in soul deep grief and her Gift was reacting to her emotions, but she didn't care if it got out of control now- her twin was gone; a part of her was gone. She only felt the agony of that and it fed her Gift power. She wrapped herself in a mental cocoon, so no one could get her, and so she would feel nothing
She felt as if an electric current had been run through her entire body. Arianna was wide awake. In her mind she heard Alanna screaming in torment 'This can't be, my brother can't be dead. NOO!'' Not even wonder what the hell was going on besides the fact that Alanna was in emotional pain, she rushed out her door and to the next one over; Alanna's. And just in time too. The energy pulsing from that room was enough to flatten part of this building if Alanna had the will. Just before Alanna let loose the full extent of her power to do what ever it willed (mainly destroy because of the emotional state of its owner). Arianna had just enough time to get up the strongest shield she knew. She designed it to absorb the on coming energy instead of anything else. Now the only thing Arianna could do was let Alanna tire herself out enough to where Arianna could bind her Gift until Alanna was in a better emotional state. Alanna just cried her self out.
At last, Alanna got to the point where she wouldn't overextend herself, but didn't have enough power to lash out strongly. Arianna went to work. It was a simple procedure and it was done quickly. By the time she was done with the binding Alanna had exhausted her self to sleep, her red puffy eyes closed. To do something about that Arianna pressed her cool fingertips to them and reduced the swelling by magick.
She was just about to lift Alanna up and into her bed when Cynthra came running through the doorway yelling "Shield the room NOW" Arianna had no time to question, because her neck started to tickle- there was magick about. Without even thinking of what was going to happen she shield the room with the same protections she had had on Alanna.
Seconds after Cynthra's command and the putting up of the shield, Arianna Felt and Saw the vast amount of energy rushing towards Alanna' room. It didn't Feel harmful but Arianna still kept the shields up, as a precaution. Its color was a deep, plum purple. The energy kept on coming, its target Alanna. Finally it reached the shields, but couldn't come through. It just floated as if searching for a way to get inside the defenses. Arianna took a risk and opened up a part of her shield so it could get in- it wasn't harmful energy, just... excess from somewhere that now belonged to Alanna. She didn't really know how she figured that out, but she did. When she let in the energy didn't speed up again, it floated slowly down from the ceiling and came to rest by Alanna's sleeping body. Staying in place it seemed to be examining Alanna. That was interesting. With out warning the energy flowed rapidly into Alanna and made her glow purple, but what was peculiar was that it flashed from an amethyst purple (Alanna's original Gift color) to the newly arrived plum purple. Suddenly it stopped.
Arianna was fascinated by this. This was something she had never seen before. She shook her self out of her wonder so she could pay attention to her friend that was asleep and maybe unconscious. She called up her Gift and examined Alanna while she talked to Cynthra. "Cynth, do you know what just happened? I sure don't. Whatever it was, it was sort of chilling."
Cynthra thought for a second. "I really don't know anything other than the obvious- a huge amount of energy decided it liked Alanna and mixed with her Gift. I imagine that now instead of her gift being a light purple it will be a medium purple from the mixing of plum into it." Arianna took the implied hint and examined Alanna's Gift. It was as Cynthra said.
Very confused at the moment, Arianna shook her head. "This is all really puzzling. Before her knew addition came, Alanna was crying from who knows what all I Heard was wracking cries. I was already in here because she almost blew the Convent apart with her emotional agony. I kept her shielded until she wore herself out enough to where I could bind her Gift." Arianna checked something. "The bonds are still there and working. That's good. She won't be able to try destroying everything within a few leagues of here. Not at least until I take them off that is."
"Well that's good. I think we should get Alanna into her bed to have a proper sleep. Lucky it's the weekend; she'll be able to sleep solidly for longer. She's going to need to sleep awhile to get back all the strength she lost. Lets see tonight is Friday, she might be awake by Saturday night and definitely by Sunday morning. If not- something's really wrong". Cynthra looked down at the slumbering Alanna and then back at Arianna. "Can you get her to bed? She'll be able to recuperate faster in better comfort."
Arianna nodded. "Cynth, I'll take tonight to watch her. Go get some sleep. You have tomorrow." With out waiting for a reply she picked Alanna up and put her in bed. The whole night was spent in silent woe.
That was such a sad part. I was re-reading it and it made me sad. You'll just have to continue reading to find out what happens next. Hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Oh such a sad ending. tear, tear, sniffle please tell me what you think and I hope I can have the next chapter up sooner than it took me for this one. Thank you for reading. I think I did really well on the angst part. I might make another story filled with it. Maybe. I don't know. Let me know what you think.