A/N:
Seeing as the entire chapter is bold, an unbolded note seems more correct to me... :D
This chapter is entirely the realm of Alanna/Celia's dreams/memory. Probably one of my favorite parts to write, I'm not gonna lie.
I hope you like it.
-Klehmenteen.
Running, laughing, a boy behind her. Looking back at her younger self, she tripped on a branch and sprawled to the ground. She was startled to realize that in her dream, she had orange hair. He fell onto her and rolled off. She looked into violet eyes and a face that mirrored her own. Thom.
Skipping down an aisle of merchant stalls, an older woman calling her an unfamiliar name. Atop her head sat a black wig. Arms encircled her waist. She looked up into hazel eyes and a mouth descending on her own. George.
The scent of battle filled her senses. She lay wounded next to a large man. Something told her that he was dead. She heard a shout and a beautiful young man was kneeling in the sand by her side. Tears slid down his face to land on her cheeks. Jonathan.
She was furious. Her best friend had abandoned her again. And for what? That cow of a lady, Delia. Arms shaking, she shot arrow after arrow at the target until the quiver was empty. Muttering curses, she stalked to the target and gathered the arrows from the ground where they'd landed. She turned and saw that someone was watching her. Mutely, he offered her the bow and his silent company. She accepted both gratefully. Raoul.
Rough wood scraped her palms. Sweat threatened to blur her vision. The boy in front of her was emotionless as he attacked. She blocked, pain traveling up her arms in waves. Relentless, he came at her again. And again. Her weary arms refused to obey her and he brought the wooden practice sword down on her collarbone. Alex.
She was trudging along the side of the road, exhausted, when the sound of hoofs pounding on the dirt road reached her. The rider came up behind her and she blacked out as he struck her temple. She awoke to crazed eyes. Roger.