A/N: I don't own nothin'. Nada. Zip. Yeah.
A/N: Thank you for all who reviewed the first chapter!! I feel special!! (I would like to thank the Acadamy *sniffle*
Wait...wrong award. Never mind) Please keep 'em coming, 'cause the more reviews, the longer the story. Well, I
don't want to write it to death, but I'll post until its finished if I get reviews.
A/N: Yes, Carmerethiel, I do underestimate myself most of the time. Thanks for the encouragement!! It's truly
appreciated.
A/N: Garurugeek, thank you for the constructive critisim. I did, after all, ask for it. I agree with you, to a certain
extent, that they are powerful and they would not show TOO many petty emotions. I, however, am the QUEEN of
petty emotions (I'll roll my eyes at just about anything) and that tends to refelct in my writing. I know that doesn't
make much sense, after all, I am me and the Charters are entirely different, but that's just how I write. They are
never really characterized in any of the books, so I think of them as being just as petty as the rest of us. Just
because they are powerful does not mean that they are completely incapable of human emotion. Sabriel was powerful
(not a good example, I know) was was Lirael (hey, she DID defeat Orannis, just as the Shiners did) and both of them
were known to be petty at times. As I said before, thanks for the input. Keep it coming!!
*******
The others had gone, leaving only Kibeth and Belgaer in the cavern. Kibeth glowered as she read under
the light of the torches. Belgaer was sitting on the ground next to her bench, deep in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Kibeth asked, vainly trying to start a conversation with the ever-quiet
Thinker.
"Hmm?" Belgaer asked absently. "Oh, nothing."
Kibeth sighed, and took another stab at conversation.
"Why do you think they'd want us to stay here?" she prodded.
Belgaer sighed.
"They didn't want us to be biased," he said with a shrug in his usual monotone.
"Well, yes, they said that. Can you be more specific? After all, you were around when they were debating
all of this."
Belgaer sighed and turned to Kibeth, placing a hand on her knee.
"You know as well as I do." He gave her a meaningful look.
Kibeth sighed. She pulled herself up onto the bench and returned to her book. Belgaer shrugged and went
back to his trance-like state. He leaned against one of the rock walls and pulled one of his knees up so that it rested
against his chest. His blonde hair and tan skin were subdued by the fire light of the cavern. His green eyes reflected
the light, but he saw none of it. He suddenly vanished in a flash of light and was in Death
Walking quietly, the Thinker sloshed with the current towards the first gate. He drew a shiny metal object
out of his cloak. It was a bell; the first. Ranna.
Belgaer rang the miniscule bell, listening carefully to the echoes. He yawned and then turned in alarm.
Something had come out of Life. He sighed with relief when he saw it was only Kibeth. Smiling at her, he led the
Walker back to Life's border.
"Why the rush to get out?" she asked him, tossing a curious glance in his direction.
"The First Gate was stilled. I saw no reason to tarry," Belgaer reponded with a shrug in his usual monotone.
Kibeth frowned at the bell he was still holding.
"Ranna?" she asked. He nodded. Her frown smoothed and she replaced it with a smile. "It's good to see
you're so dedicated to those things. I'll never have your patience."
Belgaer gave her an uncharacteristic grin.
"Just because you have to have everything done quickly doesn't mean everyone else in the world does."
"Why shouldn't they? My way is ALWAYS right," Kibeth said with fake superiority. Belgaer snorted.
Kibeth grinned at him and picked her book back up.
"What are you reading?" Belgaer asked.
"Something Mosrael is working on. He's not done yet, but he thinks he might call it 'The Dead Book', or
'The Book of the Dead'. It's quite interesting. He's mostly waiting for you to get those bells done."
Belgaer just shook his head. Kibeth grinned and continued reading. She jumped with a start at the sound
of a loud banging noise from the other end of the cavern, toward the entrace.
"They must have brought Yrael back..." Kibeth muttered. There was the sound of footsteps clattering
down the hall. Saraneth appeared first.
"He requested to see you."
Kibeth held back the 'I told you so'.
Astarael walked in, with Ranna and Dyrim in tow. Yrael walked in next, followed closely by Mosrael. He
looked at Kibeth balefully.
Kibeth returned the contempt with a look of little or no expression. Blegaer stood by her and placed one
of his large hands on her shoulder. He could see her jaw clenching and unclenching as the muscles in her neck
strained from the effort of her trying to keep quiet.
Yrael walked forward and stood in front of the two Wallmakers. His hair was pale and glowing oddly in the
firelight. His pale skin was lighter than his hair, lighter even than Astarael's and Mosrael's skin. He smiled ominously
and looked at Kibeth with his glowing green eyes.
"Hello," he said quietly, his eyes flicking briefly from Kibeth to Belgaer. He returned his gaze to the Walker.
"Mother."
********
A/N: WAIT!! Don't leave. Remember, when Sabriel and her father were walking through Death back to the reservoir,
Abhorsen said that Mogget (i.e. Yrael) was either the Wallmaker's last creation or their child. Don't worry, the
explination of this is all explained in the next chapter. Sorry that this one was so short. R&R!!
Jujubae
A/N: Thank you for all who reviewed the first chapter!! I feel special!! (I would like to thank the Acadamy *sniffle*
Wait...wrong award. Never mind) Please keep 'em coming, 'cause the more reviews, the longer the story. Well, I
don't want to write it to death, but I'll post until its finished if I get reviews.
A/N: Yes, Carmerethiel, I do underestimate myself most of the time. Thanks for the encouragement!! It's truly
appreciated.
A/N: Garurugeek, thank you for the constructive critisim. I did, after all, ask for it. I agree with you, to a certain
extent, that they are powerful and they would not show TOO many petty emotions. I, however, am the QUEEN of
petty emotions (I'll roll my eyes at just about anything) and that tends to refelct in my writing. I know that doesn't
make much sense, after all, I am me and the Charters are entirely different, but that's just how I write. They are
never really characterized in any of the books, so I think of them as being just as petty as the rest of us. Just
because they are powerful does not mean that they are completely incapable of human emotion. Sabriel was powerful
(not a good example, I know) was was Lirael (hey, she DID defeat Orannis, just as the Shiners did) and both of them
were known to be petty at times. As I said before, thanks for the input. Keep it coming!!
*******
The others had gone, leaving only Kibeth and Belgaer in the cavern. Kibeth glowered as she read under
the light of the torches. Belgaer was sitting on the ground next to her bench, deep in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Kibeth asked, vainly trying to start a conversation with the ever-quiet
Thinker.
"Hmm?" Belgaer asked absently. "Oh, nothing."
Kibeth sighed, and took another stab at conversation.
"Why do you think they'd want us to stay here?" she prodded.
Belgaer sighed.
"They didn't want us to be biased," he said with a shrug in his usual monotone.
"Well, yes, they said that. Can you be more specific? After all, you were around when they were debating
all of this."
Belgaer sighed and turned to Kibeth, placing a hand on her knee.
"You know as well as I do." He gave her a meaningful look.
Kibeth sighed. She pulled herself up onto the bench and returned to her book. Belgaer shrugged and went
back to his trance-like state. He leaned against one of the rock walls and pulled one of his knees up so that it rested
against his chest. His blonde hair and tan skin were subdued by the fire light of the cavern. His green eyes reflected
the light, but he saw none of it. He suddenly vanished in a flash of light and was in Death
Walking quietly, the Thinker sloshed with the current towards the first gate. He drew a shiny metal object
out of his cloak. It was a bell; the first. Ranna.
Belgaer rang the miniscule bell, listening carefully to the echoes. He yawned and then turned in alarm.
Something had come out of Life. He sighed with relief when he saw it was only Kibeth. Smiling at her, he led the
Walker back to Life's border.
"Why the rush to get out?" she asked him, tossing a curious glance in his direction.
"The First Gate was stilled. I saw no reason to tarry," Belgaer reponded with a shrug in his usual monotone.
Kibeth frowned at the bell he was still holding.
"Ranna?" she asked. He nodded. Her frown smoothed and she replaced it with a smile. "It's good to see
you're so dedicated to those things. I'll never have your patience."
Belgaer gave her an uncharacteristic grin.
"Just because you have to have everything done quickly doesn't mean everyone else in the world does."
"Why shouldn't they? My way is ALWAYS right," Kibeth said with fake superiority. Belgaer snorted.
Kibeth grinned at him and picked her book back up.
"What are you reading?" Belgaer asked.
"Something Mosrael is working on. He's not done yet, but he thinks he might call it 'The Dead Book', or
'The Book of the Dead'. It's quite interesting. He's mostly waiting for you to get those bells done."
Belgaer just shook his head. Kibeth grinned and continued reading. She jumped with a start at the sound
of a loud banging noise from the other end of the cavern, toward the entrace.
"They must have brought Yrael back..." Kibeth muttered. There was the sound of footsteps clattering
down the hall. Saraneth appeared first.
"He requested to see you."
Kibeth held back the 'I told you so'.
Astarael walked in, with Ranna and Dyrim in tow. Yrael walked in next, followed closely by Mosrael. He
looked at Kibeth balefully.
Kibeth returned the contempt with a look of little or no expression. Blegaer stood by her and placed one
of his large hands on her shoulder. He could see her jaw clenching and unclenching as the muscles in her neck
strained from the effort of her trying to keep quiet.
Yrael walked forward and stood in front of the two Wallmakers. His hair was pale and glowing oddly in the
firelight. His pale skin was lighter than his hair, lighter even than Astarael's and Mosrael's skin. He smiled ominously
and looked at Kibeth with his glowing green eyes.
"Hello," he said quietly, his eyes flicking briefly from Kibeth to Belgaer. He returned his gaze to the Walker.
"Mother."
********
A/N: WAIT!! Don't leave. Remember, when Sabriel and her father were walking through Death back to the reservoir,
Abhorsen said that Mogget (i.e. Yrael) was either the Wallmaker's last creation or their child. Don't worry, the
explination of this is all explained in the next chapter. Sorry that this one was so short. R&R!!
Jujubae
