Disclaimer: Here, the Destroyer, Kibeth, and Yrael belong to Garth Nix. The rest are based on the seven, though their names have been changed. And remember, it's set IN THE PAST!
WARNING: This has a MAJOR Abhorsen spoiler in the prologue, so if you haven't read or finished Abhorsen, do NOT read this! (Unless, of course, you'd like the book to be ruined.)
Deep down in a valley, some two hundred years ago, two silver hemispheres were joined together, blowing away three shaky diamonds of protection. An evil, eerie, haunting voice rang out across the fields sending shivers up and down the spines, or what was left of them, of all who heard.
"Free again, you fools. When shall the seven of you realize that I, the Destroyer, cannot be held inside these silver half spheres? Not now, not never! Now, I shall beat your worthless Charter magic and reek death and destruction over these lands for once!"
A circle of seven had formed around the Destroyer, flinching at his words. Mayu, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting, spoke first. "I am Mayu, and I stand against you for Astarael." The raven-haired woman dressed in a purple surcoat drew a Charter mark in the air for binding. Her long, pale fingers drew it perfectly, winding the curves with grace, while her right hand grasped the wooden hands of the bell.
Her words brought courage to the remaining six, and another raven-haired woman spoke next. "I am Kirra, and I stand against you for Saraneth." She brought her hand up, her wrist brushing the bandolier of bells, marking her the Abhorsen with a blue surcoat identical to Mayu's, and she traced the binding mark into the air.
"I am Tomis and I stand against you for Belgaer," spoke a young man of barely twenty. His surcoat was that of a Wallmaker and his nimble hand drew the mark quickly, skilled with his slender fingers.
"I am Sira and I stand against you for Dyrim," another raven beauty who looked remarkably like the Abhorsen. She held the stance of a princess, though she wore no crown. She removed her hand from the sword resting in its hilt, and she drew the binding mark in front of her chest with care.
"I am Kibeth, and still, I stand against you for myself," said a blackened and tanned dog. Charter marks coursed through her body, and when the right one was found, she barked it into the air, keeping beat for the remaining standing against the Destroyer.
"We are Alla and Systire, Clayr, and we stand together against you for Mosrael," they chorused together. The were twins, tanned with long blonde hair dressed in whitened robes. They moved as one, each drawing their own Charter mark, then merged them together silently with monocular motions.
"I am Markan, King of the Old Kingdom, and I stand against you for Ranna." The King drew his Charter mark boldly, as only a king can do. His elbow rested on the tip of his sword, ready to strike.
He rang his bell first, casting the need to sleep over all who listened. The six of his circle fought the drowsiness and one by one, chorused their bells along with the King's. The twinned Clayr rang theirs together, and the dog barked in tune with the bells. The princess's shaking hand steadied and sang true with those ringing. The Wallmaker's face masked defiance as he blended in Belgaer. The Abhorsen held Saraneth steady and looked straight on to the Destroyer without fear.
The Abhorsen-in-Waiting held Astarael, the Sorrowful. Without the other bells singing, she would send those who heard her into Death, including the ringer. Smiling a knowing smile, she rang the largest bell and created a sorrow deeper than all others made in the past.
Seven Charter marks flared and fought against the Destroyer, Orannis, who fought back with the strength of Free Magic. The ringers tasted the metallic taste of the destructive magic in their mouths, but they kept fighting it.
There came a shout from the Wallmaker, and as he shouted, he held a small red ring in his up stretched hand, and still he rang Belgaer. "Be free Mogget! Choose wisely!"
A bright light flashed, nearly blinding the ringers. They shielded their eyes as their bells still rang, and the Destroyer was surprised. "I am Yrael, and I stand against you for myself."
"Yrael! Why?" screamed Orannis, beginning to fear his end again.
"I shall stand against you as long as you destroy. I cannot let you hurt innocent souls. I -"
Yrael's speech was cut short, for Mayu took this moment to strike the Destroyer with a bloodied sword. Charter marks flared on the sword through the coat of blood, and with Mayu's strength, cut through Orannis cleanly.
"No!" the Destroyer screamed as the hemispheres began to tug his halves back inside them. Yrael's voice sung a song, and then Ranna chimed in, followed by Mosrael, Dyrim, Belgaer, and Saraneth. Kibeth barked the same notes, and Mayu finally swung Astarael.
With that final tune, the Destroyer was locked under layers of silver. There was another blinding light, and a force that sent the circle of seven to the ground. Kibeth walked into Death, leaving behind nothing but her scent and a soapstone statue, the figure and face hers. Yrael took the red ring from the Wallmaker's hands, and tugged it back over what seemed to be his neck. His figure changed into that of an albino man, and then contracted into a tiny white cat.
Mayu staggered over to where the Dog had lain, and collapsed, taking in the scent of the dog. She gripped the soapstone statue, rubbing her thumb over it, to remember the Dog. Kirra stood over her sister, waited as she spilled tears on the soil, and finally helped her up onto her feet. Mayu slipped the statue into her surcoat and felt the warmth of it through the cloth against her skin.
The remaining six plus the white cat stood and walked together towards an army of Ancelstierrian soldiers. Their diamonds of protection were still marked by lighter snow, and a battered young man lay inside the remains of one.
He appeared dead, and was thought to be as such. But as the weary six walked past, he opened an eye and looked up at them. The Wallmaker, Tomis, looked down at his friend longingly until he saw the open eyes and breathing lungs. He realized then no longer felt the presence of his dead soul.
"Briesh?" Tomis asked, amazed, as he knelt next to the wounded body. Briesh nodded weakly and tried to sit up. His body wouldn't respond good enough, so Tomis helped his friend into a comfortable sitting position.
"Tomis." Briesh croaked. His tongue was caked in dried blood, as was the rest of his face. Tomis laid his hands on his friend's chest and spoke the Charter marks for healing, felt them rolling through his palms and into Briesh. Tomis watched the wounds heal and finally seal.
Briesh, though still weak, stood with his friend's help, and looked to the approaching Mayu. Tears glistened in her eyes, the shine brought from the sun peeking though storm clouds. "Briesh… I..."
Briesh motioned to her for silence, and he took her hands in his. "Mayu, thank you for encouraging me to never give up. I owe my life to you. And to my dream dog. She sent me back into Life."
"Dog?" Mayu said, smiling gratefully, tasting salty tears run down her cheeks. Briesh nodded. Mayu sobbed, a happy sob, and closed her eyes against the tears.
Briesh brought his hand up to Mayu's cheek, watched her open her eyes. "Mayu, I... I love you." The raven-haired beauty's face lit up, shining brighter than the sun. Relief washed over her, and she was able to finally let go of everything.
Briesh wrapped his arms around Mayu's thin waist, and she supported him on his weak feet. He brought his mouth down on hers, and kissed her lips. Tenderly, at first, and then into a growing passion of young lovers…
A/N: Yeah, I know, it's a lot like the ending of Abhorsen. I promise it will be more original, but this it just leading into it. Please review! Tell me if there's anything to fix!