Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could take credit for all these characters
(especially Mogget) I can't as they are Garth Nix's
A/N: Thanks to michelle for reading it over multiple times and to allison for being my editor...
The Mogget yawned and stood up, arching his back, the small Sarenth bell on his collar tinkling. That seemed to be all he heard these days, his bell. That and the sound of the cook setting out food for him. The kids, though they hardly qualified as such anymore, had long since learned (through many cuts and scratches as well as a nasty trick or two) that it was best to leave Mogget alone unless it was important. The Abhorsen was hardly ever in the castle, so she didn't call on him much either. As for King Touchstone, he preferred to avoid him. All this suited Mogget just fine. He was quite happy sleeping all day in the sun, catching the occasional mouse or fish.
But the Book was calling to him. Mogget hated when that happened, as it often ended up in some sort of adventure involving fighting, plotting, and keeping on the move, none of which agreed with his leisurely life style. However it was time to start training the new Abhorsen. He could feel the evil in the air without the help of the book. It was getting stronger. So Mogget headed off in the direction of Prince Sameth's rooms.
Sameth was busy at work in his workshop (where he spent most of his time while in the palace) didn't know the Mogget had entered the room until the cat jumped up on his desk, bell ringing as he shook himself. "I've only just walked in and my fur's dirty. Its going to take me forever to clean myself," Mogget sighed.
"Why not jump in the lake?" Sameth said with a grin.
Mogget shuddered and looked disdainfully at Sam. "Humans!" he paused shaking his head. "Seeing as how your busy, I have something waiting for you on your bed. Now if you'll excuse me there are fish in the lake waiting for me to catch them and I have to get this dreadful dust out of my fur." He started to leave the room muttering how it would take months for all the dirt to come out when he turned around. "Oh, and make sure you don't ignore what I left you," and with a swish of his tale he was gone.
Sam was in no hurry to see what Mogget had left. Mogget never did anything out of the goodness of his heart. Normally he had a purpose (or malice) to fulfill. Last time it had involved fish heads in his bed. Sam had been unable to get the smell out for weeks. In which case, he decided, maybe it was better to find out what Mogget had left right away.
He set down his hammer and admired his handy work. He didn't know quite what it was yet, but he'd been hard at work since breakfast. He got up and walked into his bedroom. He jumped when his eyes landed upon his bed. No... this can't be! This wasn't supposed to happen for years! Till I'm out of school at least... he thought. He suddenly felt sick and ran from his room, slamming the door behind him.
Sam avoided his room all day, even going to lunch (much to Ellimere's surprise) "What do you need? I'll send a guard to get it," She said as he entered the hall.
"I don't need anything. Isn't it possible for to just want to eat in the great hall with my favorite sister?" Sam replied. Even to him the idea sounded strange.
"Alright, what did you do now?" She sighed deeply. "Barely home a week and already in trouble!"
"Always jumping to conclusions," said Sam with a smirk. Normally he loved to watch his sister squirm and worry. Just the thought of it made him want to laugh. But he felt a bit distracted today. "No...I ran into a hitch on my latest project. I can't figure out what I'm making." Ellie smothered a laugh and began her salad.
A/N: Let me know if this story is worth keeping. REVIEW!!! (and please don't be too harsh :P)
A/N: Thanks to michelle for reading it over multiple times and to allison for being my editor...
The Mogget yawned and stood up, arching his back, the small Sarenth bell on his collar tinkling. That seemed to be all he heard these days, his bell. That and the sound of the cook setting out food for him. The kids, though they hardly qualified as such anymore, had long since learned (through many cuts and scratches as well as a nasty trick or two) that it was best to leave Mogget alone unless it was important. The Abhorsen was hardly ever in the castle, so she didn't call on him much either. As for King Touchstone, he preferred to avoid him. All this suited Mogget just fine. He was quite happy sleeping all day in the sun, catching the occasional mouse or fish.
But the Book was calling to him. Mogget hated when that happened, as it often ended up in some sort of adventure involving fighting, plotting, and keeping on the move, none of which agreed with his leisurely life style. However it was time to start training the new Abhorsen. He could feel the evil in the air without the help of the book. It was getting stronger. So Mogget headed off in the direction of Prince Sameth's rooms.
Sameth was busy at work in his workshop (where he spent most of his time while in the palace) didn't know the Mogget had entered the room until the cat jumped up on his desk, bell ringing as he shook himself. "I've only just walked in and my fur's dirty. Its going to take me forever to clean myself," Mogget sighed.
"Why not jump in the lake?" Sameth said with a grin.
Mogget shuddered and looked disdainfully at Sam. "Humans!" he paused shaking his head. "Seeing as how your busy, I have something waiting for you on your bed. Now if you'll excuse me there are fish in the lake waiting for me to catch them and I have to get this dreadful dust out of my fur." He started to leave the room muttering how it would take months for all the dirt to come out when he turned around. "Oh, and make sure you don't ignore what I left you," and with a swish of his tale he was gone.
Sam was in no hurry to see what Mogget had left. Mogget never did anything out of the goodness of his heart. Normally he had a purpose (or malice) to fulfill. Last time it had involved fish heads in his bed. Sam had been unable to get the smell out for weeks. In which case, he decided, maybe it was better to find out what Mogget had left right away.
He set down his hammer and admired his handy work. He didn't know quite what it was yet, but he'd been hard at work since breakfast. He got up and walked into his bedroom. He jumped when his eyes landed upon his bed. No... this can't be! This wasn't supposed to happen for years! Till I'm out of school at least... he thought. He suddenly felt sick and ran from his room, slamming the door behind him.
Sam avoided his room all day, even going to lunch (much to Ellimere's surprise) "What do you need? I'll send a guard to get it," She said as he entered the hall.
"I don't need anything. Isn't it possible for to just want to eat in the great hall with my favorite sister?" Sam replied. Even to him the idea sounded strange.
"Alright, what did you do now?" She sighed deeply. "Barely home a week and already in trouble!"
"Always jumping to conclusions," said Sam with a smirk. Normally he loved to watch his sister squirm and worry. Just the thought of it made him want to laugh. But he felt a bit distracted today. "No...I ran into a hitch on my latest project. I can't figure out what I'm making." Ellie smothered a laugh and began her salad.
A/N: Let me know if this story is worth keeping. REVIEW!!! (and please don't be too harsh :P)