Hey ppl! Ok, I updated! Hope ya like it, but flame all you want. Oh and, the reason I left Nick out is because I don't like him lol. But there will be someone else ;).
Right now, I'm reading the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan, I've only read the first book but already started a ficcie. My friend Kasey and I are writing two different stories, but we are helping each other write them, and they are in conjunction with each other. Nonetheless, I will try to continue this fic, as long as I get reviews.
Ok here is:
~*~Chapter 3~*~
Trials and Tribulations
Lirael woke up only a few hours later, angry to see that everyone else was awake, but no one had bothered to wake her. Sam saw she was awake and came over to her.
"The danger is not over yet," Sam said softly, face downcast, "I fear the worst is yet to come."
"The worst!" Lirael was shocked.
"Yes. You see, there is more to the binding story than just Orannis. Long ago, when the Nine created the Charter, it was not just Orannis and Yrael that turned from it. Astarael was right along with them, as she is Yrael's sister."
Lirael gasped at this news.
"Yes. We just narrowly escaped her in the cave, thanks to the Dog," Sam gulped, then suddenly looked up, determination on his face. "But I have faith in Mother, and in you…Aunt Lirael. I know you will do well on your quest."
"Y…you mean, you are not coming with us?"
Sam sadly shook his head no.
"We will be splitting up. My parents must restore order to the kingdom. Ellimere and I must go with them. I'm afraid you will have to be on your own. It is the duty of each Abhorsen-in-Waiting to complete a quest of some kind on their own." Sam suddenly looked Lirael in the eyes. "I…I'll miss you…not that we'll never see each other again," he said hurriedly. "I just want to wish you luck."
Lirael was torn apart inside at this news, but she knew she must stay strong on the outside, for her nephew, for everyone. And for the Dog, she thought to herself. She wanted to say something, anything to her nephew, but she spoke the first thing that came to her mind.
"The….the hand, Sam….I….thanks." She looked down when she realized she was crying.
"No need. You deserve it. You saved everyone and everything. We could not have done it without you. We may not be standing here if not for you, Aunt Lirael. Now, I must go. Fare thee well, and may the Charter be with you."
"And with you, Sameth," whispered Lirael.
The two hugged, tears in both their eyes alike, and parted.
Lirael then looked towards the two Clayr.
"There is no need to say goodbye," Ryelle said.
"We will meet again," finished Sanar.
With that, the twin Clayr left without even a backward glance.
"I hope to get to know you better soon, my sister," Sabriel hugged her in a warm embrace and kissed her on the cheek. "We will battle the Dead alongside each other, as my father did with his aunt. Good-bye, my half-sister."
"Likewise," Touchstone chimed in. "It is not every day you find out that you have a sister-in-law." He smiled. "Until we meet again."
Lirael watched, half in a trance, as the Paperwings flew out of sight. She was jerked back to reality by a pair of sharp claws digging their way into her ankle.
"OW!" Shouted Lirael. "AND JUST WHO…"
She looked down to see a small white cat without a collar, looking very pleased with himself.
"Did you see the new passage in the Book of the Dead?" Mogget purred.
"The passages are always changing," responded Lirael, still irritated. "What are you talking abou….Hey!" she had found the eighth bell. Eyeing Mogget suspiciously, she pulled the book out of her pack, eyes on him all the time. Quickly, she read the passage. Lirael stood up, snapped the book shut, and stared at Mogget, her expression impossible to read.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to say something?" Mogget's eyes flashed with anger and hurt, obviously taking her silence for disinterest.
"I'm not saying anything. You just want to boost up your self-esteem. You're so egotistical, Mogget."
"Hmph! Well….when are we leaving?"
"We?" Lirael raised her eyebrows.
"Well….you didn't think I'd let someone as stupid as you go alone, did you? I mean, all Abhorsens are dumb, why should you be any different?"
Lirael just smiled. She was glad for the companionship, even if her comrade had to be the sardonic cat.
Mogget jumped up on her shoulder.
"Well, get going, don't just stand there! What are you waiting for, roots to grow?"
Lirael just sighed and started towards the Wall. The Guards let her through as soon as they saw who it was. They even offered her supplies, despite Lirael's cordial refusals. When she finally arrived in the Old Kingdom, she had at least two weeks supply of food, perhaps more, a buckler, a pocketknife, and a small bag of money.
"Why did you have to be so polite about it?" Mogget hissed. "We could have received some useful items from those mindless fools."
Lirael was about to tell the cat that the Guards were not fools, but decided against saying anything. She walked along, lost in her own thoughts. Suddenly she stopped, startling Mogget.
"What was that you said about Chlorr of the Mask, again?" she asked in a nonchalant voice.
"Whatever are you talking about?" Mogget asked innocently. A little too innocently.
"When we were standing back with the Guard, ready to battle with Chlorr, you said something like: 'She was always a fool, even when she was an A…alive.' Tell me please, what does that mean?"
Mogget sighed resignedly. "I suppose I must tell you. After all, it may be important information for your quest." Mogget launched into a story.
"A long time ago, by your reckoning at least, perhaps about 200 years, a foolish, giddy girl named Chlorr was Abhorsen-in-Waiting. I most definitely did not want to help such a numskull as her, but as I was a slave, it was my duty to train her. I always knew she was wrong from the start, but surprisingly, she had much potential. She was an excellent Charter Mage, much like yourself, and she showed great interest and was willing to take on the task of becoming Abhorsen. Chlorr excelled in everything she did, but little did I know, it was a cover-up of who she truly was." Mogget's fur bristled. He did not like admitting that he did not know something.
"As it happens, during the time, a rumor was going around about a masked woman that rode a white horse and was roaming the lands, bringing the Dead back into life. It was said that she wore a long sword at her side, and surprisingly, it had Charter marks on the blade. She would ride into small villages and kill as many as she could, making Dead Hands out of the now unoccupied bodies. The peasants lived in fear each night that that would be the night 'The Bronze Rider', as they came to call her, would raid their village. I, being foolish, saw no connection between this masked rider and Chlorr. I assumed Chlorr was who she said she was, not knowing she could raise and banish the Dead before she came to the House. Nonetheless, the job of Abhorsen gave her the disguise and status that she needed to become the ultimate Free Magic sorceress. People trusted her, and they let her stay with them in their villages. She claimed she was protecting them from the Dead when really she was learning all their secrets. Their villages would be raided within the next week, and still nobody would ever connect the Abhorsen with these events.
"The story goes on, of the many terrible, but great things that she did, but this piece of information I give you will be most important to your quest to find my sister Astarael: One night, about 50 years ago, a man that went by the name of Hedge found Chlorr's…."
"You reveal too much about me, Yrael," a cold, haunting voice taunted. "It must not continue any longer. Therefore, I put this binding spell on you, now. You will never be able to speak to anyone of what happened that one night not so long ago. And so, I bind you." With that, Chlorr grinned maliciously and raised her hand to cast the spell, but Mogget was not about to go down without a fight, having been bound so long to the Abhorsens. He hissed and jumped at her outstretched hand and clawed her arm, drawing blood. She drew it back with a cat-like hiss and loudly cursed. Mogget reared back to come at her again, but he was too late. The spell was cast. He was once more bound, though a different kind of binding, it nonetheless burned in his mind, infuriating him. Mentally, he cursed himself for being so foolish, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
"You are getting off easy this time," cackled Chlorr, now looking towards Lirael, "but our next meeting will be our last!" With that, Chlorr just…disappeared. No smoke, no special effects. One minute she was there, the next she was not.
Lirael and Mogget stared at each other.
So ppl, how do ya like it? Should I continue? Flame all ya want. I really don't know where this is going, but I usually don't anyways. Hehe…there will be new companions, possibly some romance, and maybe meeting up with old friends.
The ficcie that I am writing for the Wheel of Time series is my first story that I am putting myself and a friend in, and from what I've written so far, it is the best of all that I've written. I think I will be putting it up soon, so come back and R/R, please! Also R/R this one too lol! Ok, ttyl!
Sammy-Jo
