Alanna walked through an arbor at Pirate Swoop. She could not be happy. George had died a year ago and soon Jon had followed. She sat crying. This wasn't doing any good, she thought. "This isn't doing me any good." She swore. Alanna walked through the arbor unable to appreciate it's beauty. All she could think of was George. She kept walking. A voice called to her. "Alanna, it's me George, wait." She broke into a run. "No!" she said firmly "George is dead!" As she said that she choked on sobs. "I can't be hearing voices!" "Wait Alanna!" He put a hand on her shoulder. "Alanna, the gods sent me to warn you." "Of what?" She demanded. "Alanna my sweet, the gods have chosen you to chose the next ruler of Tortall. When that happens your life will end." He said. "But Rolald is next in line for the throne." She asked. "Things can change my dear. Lives can turn around. I must leave." "No! Can't you a least stay a little bit longer?" "No Alanna. The gods want me back." "Then I'll come with you." "No. There is too much at stake. Tortall depends upon you. I'll always love you." He said. "Me too." She said choking on sobs again. "Till the ruler of Tortall." He said. "Till the ruler of Torall" They said in unison. Then he vanished.
