HEY people! Random-candle here with my latest work. PLEASE read and REVIEW!
Or I will sic my sister's killer goat on you (don't cross him-he weighs 200
pounds). I finish all my stories before uploading them, so I'll upload the
next part after I get some reviews.
I don't own any of the Characters, they all belong to the great Garth Nix. If anything is un-accurate in the story, do tell me! I have read the books many times but I still am not sure whether or not I know everything yet :).
Please read my other fan-fics and original fics! -random-candle
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Saraneth the Binder
Many years ago, before the creation as the World As We Know It, there were nine original Charters. Seven of them were good, one was evil, and one betrayed the evil and the good. The World As We Know It was created, the Evil was bound, the Betrayed forced to aid the Good, and the seven disappeared. This is where my story begins. How it shall end I am not sure yet, but it must be told.
I was one of the original nine. I had great power, and aided in the binding of the Betrayer. The people in the World As We Know It call me Saraneth. Saraneth the Binder.
Part One: The Trial
The marble table rose too high for me to sit at, but Kibeth had lifted me so I could sit on top of it. Everyone sat around it, all except Orannis and Yrael. Quiet sobs came from the corner where Astarael sat weeping. Mosrael stood, her long robes reaching to the floor. "Bring him in." she sad. Her expression was flat, her eyes looked tired. The door opened with a deafening creak that echoed through the room. In walked a small white man. He was not much taller then I. He stepped on his robes as he walked. Mosrael turned to him, her blue eyes unchanged as she watched him walk. She paced around her chair and looked at the dwarf.
"Yrael, today, right now, let's forget your past. As equals we ask you to aid in the binding of Orannis." Yrael shifted his weight to his other foot. He looked up to the ceiling.
"I cannot. I will not." Kibeth let out a whimper behind me and I jumped. Mosrael glared at me without turning her head.
"Yrael, this is your decision, but may I advise you, as a sister, to change your answer?"
"It stays." A flash of pain came across Mosrael's face. She reached up her pale white hand and placed it on the table. It was the same color as the marble. She tapped her fingers, and Dyrim whispered to Belgaer. I felt a tear begin to well in my eye. I turned away from Yrael. He was a criminal, but he was still our brother.
Dyrim cleared her throat, and Mosrael's fingers paused. She looked at Yrael and said, "Yrael we cannot let you go. Your crimes were too great, and Orannis may have more of a claim on you than we thought. You will be-" she paused. "locked in the cells of Mornan. Once Orannis is bound, we will decide what to do with you." Yrael's face stayed unchanged. Astarael let out another sob, and Ranna led Yrael back to where he came. The tear rolled down my cheek, and I leapt off the table.
I don't own any of the Characters, they all belong to the great Garth Nix. If anything is un-accurate in the story, do tell me! I have read the books many times but I still am not sure whether or not I know everything yet :).
Please read my other fan-fics and original fics! -random-candle
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Saraneth the Binder
Many years ago, before the creation as the World As We Know It, there were nine original Charters. Seven of them were good, one was evil, and one betrayed the evil and the good. The World As We Know It was created, the Evil was bound, the Betrayed forced to aid the Good, and the seven disappeared. This is where my story begins. How it shall end I am not sure yet, but it must be told.
I was one of the original nine. I had great power, and aided in the binding of the Betrayer. The people in the World As We Know It call me Saraneth. Saraneth the Binder.
Part One: The Trial
The marble table rose too high for me to sit at, but Kibeth had lifted me so I could sit on top of it. Everyone sat around it, all except Orannis and Yrael. Quiet sobs came from the corner where Astarael sat weeping. Mosrael stood, her long robes reaching to the floor. "Bring him in." she sad. Her expression was flat, her eyes looked tired. The door opened with a deafening creak that echoed through the room. In walked a small white man. He was not much taller then I. He stepped on his robes as he walked. Mosrael turned to him, her blue eyes unchanged as she watched him walk. She paced around her chair and looked at the dwarf.
"Yrael, today, right now, let's forget your past. As equals we ask you to aid in the binding of Orannis." Yrael shifted his weight to his other foot. He looked up to the ceiling.
"I cannot. I will not." Kibeth let out a whimper behind me and I jumped. Mosrael glared at me without turning her head.
"Yrael, this is your decision, but may I advise you, as a sister, to change your answer?"
"It stays." A flash of pain came across Mosrael's face. She reached up her pale white hand and placed it on the table. It was the same color as the marble. She tapped her fingers, and Dyrim whispered to Belgaer. I felt a tear begin to well in my eye. I turned away from Yrael. He was a criminal, but he was still our brother.
Dyrim cleared her throat, and Mosrael's fingers paused. She looked at Yrael and said, "Yrael we cannot let you go. Your crimes were too great, and Orannis may have more of a claim on you than we thought. You will be-" she paused. "locked in the cells of Mornan. Once Orannis is bound, we will decide what to do with you." Yrael's face stayed unchanged. Astarael let out another sob, and Ranna led Yrael back to where he came. The tear rolled down my cheek, and I leapt off the table.
