Post by Alliecat on May 3, 2010 4:46:41 GMT 10
Title: Braving the Ocean
Rating: PG
Prompt: #27 Journey
Summary: Nothing will dare to stop her now.
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Alanna looked over her pack, ensuring that she had all the material she needed for her journey. It was a long boat ride to the Copper Isles- and sure to be an unpleasant one at that- but Alanna was willing to endure it so that she could see George.
Last year George had been sent on a spy mission with the assurances that it would be no longer than all the others of his past. When it had come time for George to leave, Alanna had kissed him goodbye, wished him luck, and declared that she would miss him terribly. She had waited for any sign of his return for months, and none came. There was the occasional letter, but it was always short and fairly impersonal. He had told her that the mission had been complicated, and that he would not be able to return as early as hoped, but he assured her that he would write frequently. And then all contact had stopped.
It had happened before, but not to the same extent. Months passed with no sign of George. Everyday Alanna would ask the servants if there were any letters from him, and when they would say no she would beg them to check again. She would continue with her duties as a knight, but it was obvious that she no longer enjoyed them. She began to slip into a deep depression, taking joy out of nothing.
Myles tried everything he could think of that might mollify his daughter, but to no avail. Jon would drop by and beg Alanna to shake out of it, but she barely even acknowledged his presence. Gary and Raoul would offer their best jokes, but no smile would light her face. Thayet tried to talk some sense into her, but Alanna could not be swayed.
And then one morning, when Alanna was sitting at her desk, a scrap of paper caught her eye. She picked it up with shaking hands, afraid to hope. Her name had been scribbled out so quickly it was hardly coherent, but the handwriting, as mangled as it was, made blood pound in her ears. It couldn’t be; George was dead. She had admitted it to herself only recently, even though everyone else had accepted it shortly after the contact had been lost. She flipped the paper and read what had been inscribed on the back. I’m alive.
It was only two words, but those words were enough to lift her spirit high enough to fly with the birds. She read the paper again and again, her breath shaking with relief. The darkness that had pierced her heart dissipated, setting her soul free. Alanna decided that she was going to go see George, no matter the risk it put her at. She couldn’t endure the possibility of never seeing him again; it was all too real. And so she told Jon that she was taking a leave from her duty, and made the arrangements.
It was not with a sense of dread, but with anticipation that Alanna rode to the docks. She loved George, and she would face anything- even the ocean- for him.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #27 Journey
Summary: Nothing will dare to stop her now.
:::
Alanna looked over her pack, ensuring that she had all the material she needed for her journey. It was a long boat ride to the Copper Isles- and sure to be an unpleasant one at that- but Alanna was willing to endure it so that she could see George.
Last year George had been sent on a spy mission with the assurances that it would be no longer than all the others of his past. When it had come time for George to leave, Alanna had kissed him goodbye, wished him luck, and declared that she would miss him terribly. She had waited for any sign of his return for months, and none came. There was the occasional letter, but it was always short and fairly impersonal. He had told her that the mission had been complicated, and that he would not be able to return as early as hoped, but he assured her that he would write frequently. And then all contact had stopped.
It had happened before, but not to the same extent. Months passed with no sign of George. Everyday Alanna would ask the servants if there were any letters from him, and when they would say no she would beg them to check again. She would continue with her duties as a knight, but it was obvious that she no longer enjoyed them. She began to slip into a deep depression, taking joy out of nothing.
Myles tried everything he could think of that might mollify his daughter, but to no avail. Jon would drop by and beg Alanna to shake out of it, but she barely even acknowledged his presence. Gary and Raoul would offer their best jokes, but no smile would light her face. Thayet tried to talk some sense into her, but Alanna could not be swayed.
And then one morning, when Alanna was sitting at her desk, a scrap of paper caught her eye. She picked it up with shaking hands, afraid to hope. Her name had been scribbled out so quickly it was hardly coherent, but the handwriting, as mangled as it was, made blood pound in her ears. It couldn’t be; George was dead. She had admitted it to herself only recently, even though everyone else had accepted it shortly after the contact had been lost. She flipped the paper and read what had been inscribed on the back. I’m alive.
It was only two words, but those words were enough to lift her spirit high enough to fly with the birds. She read the paper again and again, her breath shaking with relief. The darkness that had pierced her heart dissipated, setting her soul free. Alanna decided that she was going to go see George, no matter the risk it put her at. She couldn’t endure the possibility of never seeing him again; it was all too real. And so she told Jon that she was taking a leave from her duty, and made the arrangements.
It was not with a sense of dread, but with anticipation that Alanna rode to the docks. She loved George, and she would face anything- even the ocean- for him.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!