The Tears of Tarael
Berry: Hi, everyone! I didn't have much room to summarize the fic entirely, so I'll have to do that here. -__-;; I know, I know. Annoying. Okay, so this story (which is a sequel to an unfinished fic that will be posted some day) is about Tarael, a girl who thinks she'll never fit in with her family. Her father was Prince Sameth, and her mother Azuriel, the daughter of two inhuman beings, who happened to be the Grandparents she lived with in Bain. Her Brother is athletic, smart, handsome, the complete opposite of Tarael. One day, she finds a mirror that can transport her to the past, or the future. Her Grandmother tells her she must go to the past, to the time when Orannis was sealed away by the Abhorsen, Lirael Goldenhand. So, Tarael goes to the past, to carry out some secret mission that not even she knows. She meets her Grandparents who are much younger, and soon Tarael finds that the fate of the world rests on the edge of a knife.
--------------------- Chapter One: Tarael and Loki ------------------------- -----------------------
The flames danced reflections in her eyes as she stared. Tarael shuddered, watching her grandmother as blank and lifeless as that. But she knew she was Seeing something.
Tarael stared at her Grandmother's green-buckled boot, hoping she would have the Sight, as well. But nothing came into her mind. She shut her eyes tightly, hoping that the darkness of her eyelids would form shapes that would show her the future.
All she could see was black blobs. She opened her eyes, annoyed, to realize that her Grandmother was gone! "GRANDMA DRAGONSONG!" She cried out, suddenly. No answer. She realized that the castle was eerily quiet. Normally she would hear the shuffling of feet outside, or people calling out to each other in the corridors. But she could hear nothing.
She opened the frail wooden door slowly, careful not to grip the doorknob too hard in fear that it would break under her touch. She poked her head outside to look into the darkness of the corridor. Even the candles that hung parallel to each other on the walls were out. Something was definitely wrong. The candles were never out...not even in emergencies!
The smell of free magic found its way into Tarael's nose and she gasped as the stench choked her. "Oh no..." She gasped, covering her mouth and her nose. There was a brief, but bright flicker on the deep end of the corridor. Tarael unsheathed her sword, sighing at the recognizable whossh noise it made when it came out. The charter marks on it glowed brightly and faded. She decided to charge for it. Whatever it was probably was going to just head-on attack her instead of an ambush, so it'd just be best if she had her adrenaline pumping.
She glided swiftly out into the darkness, her knuckles white as she squeezed the handle of the sword angrily. "ARGHH!" She cried, swinging at a shadow in the darkness. Whatever it was had moved away, because she felt it behind her. She swung around quickly, and proved how unskilled she was with her sword, because the creature had simply walked out of the way. Something grabbed the orange-singed part of her hair, and she squeaked in surprise.
"Now, now," a voice said, free magic crackling in every word, making Tarael wince. Her heart pounded. "I don't want a granddaughter of mine to be such a coward." Tarael spun around just in time to catch a glance of her attacker as her sword lit up with charter marks.
Her eyes widened in fear. It was Grandpa Loki. But not in his usual red surcoat...
It was shining white fire, like free magic. He was un-bound! Tarael couldn't fight back the tears forming in her eyes, because she knew this was the end.
Berry: So, how'd you like? ^_^ Please review! But no flames, please. I hate flames. ___
Berry: Hi, everyone! I didn't have much room to summarize the fic entirely, so I'll have to do that here. -__-;; I know, I know. Annoying. Okay, so this story (which is a sequel to an unfinished fic that will be posted some day) is about Tarael, a girl who thinks she'll never fit in with her family. Her father was Prince Sameth, and her mother Azuriel, the daughter of two inhuman beings, who happened to be the Grandparents she lived with in Bain. Her Brother is athletic, smart, handsome, the complete opposite of Tarael. One day, she finds a mirror that can transport her to the past, or the future. Her Grandmother tells her she must go to the past, to the time when Orannis was sealed away by the Abhorsen, Lirael Goldenhand. So, Tarael goes to the past, to carry out some secret mission that not even she knows. She meets her Grandparents who are much younger, and soon Tarael finds that the fate of the world rests on the edge of a knife.
--------------------- Chapter One: Tarael and Loki ------------------------- -----------------------
The flames danced reflections in her eyes as she stared. Tarael shuddered, watching her grandmother as blank and lifeless as that. But she knew she was Seeing something.
Tarael stared at her Grandmother's green-buckled boot, hoping she would have the Sight, as well. But nothing came into her mind. She shut her eyes tightly, hoping that the darkness of her eyelids would form shapes that would show her the future.
All she could see was black blobs. She opened her eyes, annoyed, to realize that her Grandmother was gone! "GRANDMA DRAGONSONG!" She cried out, suddenly. No answer. She realized that the castle was eerily quiet. Normally she would hear the shuffling of feet outside, or people calling out to each other in the corridors. But she could hear nothing.
She opened the frail wooden door slowly, careful not to grip the doorknob too hard in fear that it would break under her touch. She poked her head outside to look into the darkness of the corridor. Even the candles that hung parallel to each other on the walls were out. Something was definitely wrong. The candles were never out...not even in emergencies!
The smell of free magic found its way into Tarael's nose and she gasped as the stench choked her. "Oh no..." She gasped, covering her mouth and her nose. There was a brief, but bright flicker on the deep end of the corridor. Tarael unsheathed her sword, sighing at the recognizable whossh noise it made when it came out. The charter marks on it glowed brightly and faded. She decided to charge for it. Whatever it was probably was going to just head-on attack her instead of an ambush, so it'd just be best if she had her adrenaline pumping.
She glided swiftly out into the darkness, her knuckles white as she squeezed the handle of the sword angrily. "ARGHH!" She cried, swinging at a shadow in the darkness. Whatever it was had moved away, because she felt it behind her. She swung around quickly, and proved how unskilled she was with her sword, because the creature had simply walked out of the way. Something grabbed the orange-singed part of her hair, and she squeaked in surprise.
"Now, now," a voice said, free magic crackling in every word, making Tarael wince. Her heart pounded. "I don't want a granddaughter of mine to be such a coward." Tarael spun around just in time to catch a glance of her attacker as her sword lit up with charter marks.
Her eyes widened in fear. It was Grandpa Loki. But not in his usual red surcoat...
It was shining white fire, like free magic. He was un-bound! Tarael couldn't fight back the tears forming in her eyes, because she knew this was the end.
Berry: So, how'd you like? ^_^ Please review! But no flames, please. I hate flames. ___