A/N: I do not own any of these characters (though I wish I did...) and I would never take credit for them.
All credit goes to the mastermind of the Charter, Garth Nix.

A/N: As I said in me profile thing, this is a bad interpretation of Nix's works, but oh well. I gotta do what I gotta do.
If some of the genders are wrong (of the original Charters) I'm sorry. It's not my fault that I read it wrong.
Well, okay, yeah it is, but that's not the point.

A/N: (again) Okay, correct me if I'm wrong, but shouldn't the poem Sabriel learns from the girl on Nestowe define
who each of the Charters' decendants were? In other words, Ranna's decendant are the royal line, Mosrael's are the
Abhorsens, Kibeth and Belgaer's decendants are the Wallmakers (i.e. Sameth) and Dyrim's are the Clayr, right??
If not, then I'm really confused, lol. Can someone help me on this?

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Kibeth sighed as she walked down a well-beaten path through the woods near the Charters' cavern. She
liked it well enough; Astarael had put hours of work into it before the First Death and it provided plenty of safety
( in more ways than one) to the Seven Shiners. Kibeth just felt that she needed more freedom. More room to move
and walk.

Ashes and dust, Kibeth thought as she reminisced the land after the binding of the Destroyer. The land
was like new again, fresh and green, safe, and full of the beginnings of new lives. But nothing, no one, and no sight,
no matter how cheerful or inspiring, could remove the memories from Kibeth's tired mind. Ashes and dust. Death and
destruction.

The third Shiner stopped in the middle of a clearing and sat on a tree trunk. Her black hair fell like a waterfall
on to her shoulder and into her face, but she didn't notice. Her olive-tan skin began to get hot in the sun,
but she felt none of the heat. Her eyes, dark and brown with warmth, were staring off into space. She started as
she heard a sharp snapping sound and turned to see the grinning face of Mosrael.

Mosrael, the second Shiner, was a cheerful, almost abnormally energetic person. He had very pale skin,
dark brown hair, and even darker eyes that danced with mishchief. No matter how careless he seemed, however,
he was the peacemaker of the Charters, mostly because he could send any of the Seven to Death, and bring them
back anytime he wished. Kibeth's temper and sharp tongue had been the cause of many unwillling trips to Death,
only to be brought back at the sound of Mosrael's harsh voice.

"What?" Kibeth asked irritably. She had been walking alone to get away from the other six, not wanting to be
followed.

"Now, now, Kibeth," Mosrael chided, as if her were speaking to a child. "No need to be so testy. I just
wanted to find out why you and Saraneth were fighting this morning."

Kibeth sighed.

"He was being Mr. Controlling again," she said. Mosrael rolled his eyes.

"Ummm, well, isn't that kind of his job?"

"That's not the point." Kibeth glared at the Waker.

He grinned mischieviously back and Kibeth suddenly found herself back in Death, as she had been not
three hours before.

"Curse you, Mosrael!" she screamed in the direction of Life's border. Frowning, she looked around and was
startled by the lack of Dead in the First Precinct. She was suddenly hit with a wave a nausea and snapped back
into Life.

As soon as she recovered, she glared at Mosrael, and before he could open his mouth, she sang a note of
her own. Mosrael suddenly stood and walked jerkily down the path her had come on. Kibeth laughed as Mosreal
tried desperatly to turn, but her song had sent him walking, and that he would do until he reached the cavern again.

Suddenly she heard a voice in the wind.

"Kibeth!!" it yelled. Kibeth identified it as Saraneth's booming voice. She frowned.

"What did I do now?" she muttered to herself. She suddenly felt her will being bound to Saraneth's call,
and she screamed at him.

"I can come on my own, thank you!"

She walked down the path again and across the river, back to the cavern. She walked down the steps,
down the hall and into the main room.

"What?" she asked. The other six Charters were staring at Kibeth, with the exception of Mosreal, who
was shooting her deadly looks.

"Look, Kibeth, we need to put all grudges aside for now. Yrael is..." Saraneth started. His dark blue eyes
flashed under his blonde hair. His tan skin looked strange in the flickering torch-light.

"What has he done now?" Kibeth asked irritably, her eyes blazing.

"Nothing. Or at least, nothing yet. He's being difficult, however, and..." Saraneth started again.

"Difficult? Well, that's nothing we can't handle. We're the Charters, he's...a byproduct. An afterthought,"
Kibeth said.

"Stop interrupting me!" Saraneth boomed. Kibeth glared at him. "He's talking of Orannis again. Talking of
how he'll join the Destroyer if It comes back."

"Well, then we just...I don't know. Don't let It come back." Kibeth shrugged.

"It's not that simple," Ranna, the smallest, most quiet Charter said softly. Her brown hair and bright green
eyes both shimmered softly in the pale light of the wall torches. "After we give ourselves to the Charter, we won't
be around to stop anything from happening."

"Our blockaids will stop anything from happening. No one would dare try to dig It up. Who would want to?"
Kibeth asked, ignoring the comment about giving herself to the Charter.

"Someone truly evil." Everyone turned to look at Dyrim. The usually talkitive blonde have been uncharacteristically
quiet. Her blueeyes looked tired and dull, unusual for the cheery, bright-eyed Seer.

"Exactly. And we don't want that to happen, so something must be done," Astarael added. She stood
next to Saraneth. Astarael was tall, thin, and had spindly arms and legs. Her hair was dark blonde, her eyes brown.
She had a saddness to her that the other Charters lacked. Her nickname was The Weeper.

"That's why we're going to go talk to him. Well, except for you and Belgaer," Saraneth said.

"Why not us?" Kibeth asked. She knew the answer, but she had to make sure.

"You would be too biased. We don't need to have someone defending him. If Yrael askes to see you two
specifically, them we'll take him here," Saraneth answered.

Kibeth nodded irritably.

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Well, that's it for this chapter! Please R&R. Construcive criticism is encouranged, and flames are accepted with
justification. Thanks!!