--Sar gets captured when his platoon is attacked by a mysterious wizard and his minions.

--Thana meets Brendan.

--Thana and Brendan get engaged.

--The kingdom finds out about the attack and Sar's disappearance.

--Thana becomes pregnant by Brendan.

--Sar returns.

--King Diancecht dies, placing Sar on the throne.

--Sar begins his tyrannic rule.

--Sar sends Brendan off on an impossible quest to earn Thana.

--Brendan is killed in the quest.

--Thana is kept in a tower until the birth of her baby.

--Thana's child is exposed.

--Sar gives Thana to a rich King or merchant just as tyrannical for the sake of alliance.

--Thana is beat and heavily opressed by her new husband.

--Thana runs away.

--Thana travels the thick forest of her husband's land in despair.

--Thana stumbles upon a band of rebels some years later.

--Thana joins the rebels

--Thana meets a new love.

--Thana is named leader of the rebel armies.

--Thana discovers her son alive.

--Thana marries the man she met in the rebel armies.

--Thana confronts Sar and kills him and the evil wizard.

--Thana is named Queen of Tisloc.

Now according to instructions, I am supposed to write the story backwards, but the plot line was supposed to be simple, so instead of starting at the very end I am going to start near the middle and go backwards at the event "--Sar gives Thana to a rich King or merchant just as tyrannical for the sake of alliance." Sorry 'bout the mistake before domy, you must have thought I was trying to be a real smart alec lol. I wasn't, I'm just blonde ^-^

Thana's emerald eyes stared hard at King Quinlon, fierce, narrowed, and unblinking. Her defiance was clear in the rigid way she stood before him, as a gift from her brother to form the alliance. She didn't care what happened to her anymore. Her love was dead and her child as well, she hadn't even been allowed to know its sex, let alone see it, before Sylvanus, her brother, had sent it out to be exposed in the chill winter air.

He had ceased being Sar to her, the affectionate name she bestowed on him as a young girl. His betrayal festered in her gut and heart like a twisted blade she had to strive to ignore less she sink into despair yet again. Even now she stood before this King with his dark eyes that had her nervous for the glint of danger and malice she saw in them. He had been slighted and he knew it. He sat, still as a mountain in his throne, his massive body three times her size and all muscles knotted with angry tension. Outwardly, though, his hands were steady, as was his gaze. He droned through the formalities with a dagger's edge to his booming voice that only Thana seemed to notice, his accent thick, and stilted.

Despite his feeling of insult, he pledged alliance to Tisloc, and King Sylvanus Darius Xavier Diancecht, and announced to the court that his wedding to her would take place in two days. The four Tisloc Knights, serving as her guard, bowed and left the room to begin their journey to report to the King. Only one of them glanced back at her, his face slack, his brows furrowed with worry for the Princess.

Quinlon gave more orders, and she was taken away, out of the throne room and down a seemingly endless hall. Her footsteps echoed hollowly on the walkway, matching the feeling in each heart beat. The air shrieked with the metal clamping boots of her escorts. She didn't even bother looking at them, she stared down at the reflective black marble that danced red from the torchlight. Lost in her thoughts.

The birthing had been difficult, but relatively free of complications. She was allowed only one nursemaid to wait on her, and after the tearing pain of birth, reached out with eager arms to a baby who was whisked away by the single attendant in the room after the severing of her last link to the infant. She had only been gifted with a single, tear-filled glance of a head full of dark hair, matted with blood and a bit misshapen from squeezing through her lower opening. During the nine long months of her pregnancy, the baby growing inside her, the nursemaid, and the attendant were the only others allowed in the tower room Sylvanus kept her locked up in, claiming that she had fallen seriously ill and needed to be secluded lest it was catching. The people whispered that she had been struck by the same mysterious illness that had killed her father.

Sullenly, she had watched the door as though it were an ominous cloud of death to consume her in sorrow, just as it had consumed the baby she would never know. Some time later Sylvanus entered to tell her what she already knew. He had the attendant and nursemaid killed and the baby exposed. She had glanced out the window then, eyes wide at the heavy snow of deep winter. He had added the last as an after thought, and despite her suspicions the sureness of it struck every thought and feeling from her. She stayed isolated in the tower room for two months after that, watched heavily by one of Sylvanus' shifty-eyed guards, lest she go searching for death, whom she wished for every moment she layed curled up in the darkness, dancing on the edges of madness.

Thana brushed away the tears that still beaded at her eyes even now, attempting to will those memories away, counting each step that shook the air around her with concentrated fervor. But thoughts still haunted the edges of that concentration. The brother she long held above all else had turned his back on her and taken not only her child with him, but the father as well.

Brendan... More thoughts swirled dark clouds in her mind, and her heart felt as though it were gripped tight and twisted cruelly, weeping blood. Her brother was responsible for the death of her love, her fiancé, Brendan. The brother she so long ago admired, turned cold, power-hungry, obsessed, and haunted by the Tisloc throne.

No. Thana shook her head and muttered. Her father had fallen ill suddenly, and died rather violently, plagued by an unnatural fever that no one was capable of healing, or even identifying the sickness that caused it. Obtaining the throne had little to do with it, she thought. Sar had come back from his three years in the military like that, a wall of stone to her, set against Brendan from the beginning.

She had never even had a chance to tell Brendan that she carried his child. He would have been overjoyed. It was the first time she had ever layed with a man. The news of the ambush and her brother's disappearance caused such a shock to her soul, announced the same day as their engagement. She sought comfort in Brendan's strong but gentle embrace. The grief awakened a need in her. A need to be closer to Brendan, to be wanted in return.

He had been strong back then, so sure of himself. Back when she was selfish, spoiled. He was rather disconcerting at their first meeting, rigid and possibly more stubborn than she was. The hint of a sad smile brushed her lips. She had tried to push him around like everyone else, but he didn't bend anymore than a solid tree to the wind would have. They had words, coated in formality, but dripping with hidden threats. He won her heart that day, as much as she had hated to admit it. Then he approached her, requesting to make her his lady. It took her rather by surprise, she thought he hated her. A spoiled, selfish princess. She consented and the ceremony of naming the Lady he dedicated his sword and knighthood to followed fast.

Was Sar jealous? She didn't think that was it. As much as he had her to himself in times past, that would not be the sole cause to his extreme change. It must have been the disappearance, the ambush, or both together. He had been missing a year afterwards.

Something had happened to him then, someone powerful had set the attack during a time when Tisloc knew nothing but peace. The edges of the thought wavered in her mind among the swirl of so many others. Someone powerful had changed him, it was some kind of spell. It had to be...

*Can't help but wonder if her plotline is too formulaic, anybody wanna tell me what they think?*

Well, there domy~ I think I did it right this time ^_~