*Ponders over Nix trilogy and looks up suddenly* Oh, hello! :) I have been expecting you! :) Well, don't just stand there, come in for some tea! Sit down and give me your coat. Oh, you poor thing, walking all the way out here to visit me! Come now, don't hide in that dark corner over there, come sit by the fire with me...yes yes, there you are now. Are you here to read Charter? Yes? Well, it is right here. *pulls a thick, musty-smelling journal from the old, rickety book shelf* Here you are, then. I am going to continue reading this new-fangled Harry Potter book all of these people have raved to me about...*grumbles* Anyway, have yourself a cup of tea and make yourself comfortable; it is a long, in-depth read.
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Disclaimer: Any characters not related to the Garth Nix trilogy are MINE, and nobody elses. Characters, things and words related to the the Garth Nix trilogy are soley owned by Garh Nix and Scholastic and whomever they belong to. They don't belong to me in anyway.
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Prologue:
Fyrial looked up at the mysterious, cloaked creature.
"Who are you?" she whispered, searching for a pair of eyes in the shadow of the hood. The cloaked figure slowly pulled away its covering and there stood a tall, pale, slender woman.
She had the coldest, saddest, palest eyes Flyrial had ever seen. The woman had white-blue skin and hair the colour of clear, dark midnight skies. She was wearing a dress that just reached her bony ankles and hugged her slender figure. It was the same icy-blue of her eyes. Her feet were tiny in her white, satin slippers. Nine jewels lined the toe of each slipper, all in a different colour. Flyrial looked into the woman's watery-blue eyes and then looked at her jeweled slippers. Her eyes landed on the seventh stone, an icy-blue diamond. Flyrial looked up at the sad woman staring at her.
"Who are you?" she demanded, more fiercely than the first time. The woman wasn't taken aback, as Flyrial hoped she would be. The woman just gazed at her silently. Flyrial stared back.
After five minutes of the sad woman's staring, Flyrial stomped her foot and let out a frustrated growl. Angry tears rolled down her cheeks and she stubbornly wiped them away. She crossed her arms and looked back at the woman for another minute.
Finally she threw up her hands and screamed at the silent woman, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU TOUCHED OR SOMETHING? WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?" The only thing the woman did was point at the young girl's chest. Flyrial put her hand where the woman was pointing and felt her bell bandolier.
"Yes, this is my bell bandolier. What about it?" she asked impatiently. The sad woman walked forward and touched the fourth bell, leaving an icy finger print. Flyrial tried to wipe it off but the mark would not leave. She looked up at the woman and then back at the bandolier. Flyrial pulled out the fourth bell and carefully rang it. Dyrim's sweet, clear voice sang out over the dew-laden forest.
The mysterious woman sat down and sighed as Flyrial gently put back Dyrim. The lady slowly motioned at Flyrial, beckoning her to come and sit beside her. Flyrial looked at her suspiciously but the woman's pleading look made her come and sit beside her. Gently sitting down next to the woman, Flyrial looked once again at the jeweled slippers, instinct once more guided her eyes toward the seventh stone.
"You know who I am," the woman said finally. Flyrial's eyes welled up with tears as the woman's sorrowful voice rang out into the night. She looked up into the woman's eyes and her tears spilled over her eyelids.
"Welcome back," Flyrial whispered. "Mother."
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Disclaimer: Any characters not related to the Garth Nix trilogy are MINE, and nobody elses. Characters, things and words related to the the Garth Nix trilogy are soley owned by Garh Nix and Scholastic and whomever they belong to. They don't belong to me in anyway.
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Prologue:
Fyrial looked up at the mysterious, cloaked creature.
"Who are you?" she whispered, searching for a pair of eyes in the shadow of the hood. The cloaked figure slowly pulled away its covering and there stood a tall, pale, slender woman.
She had the coldest, saddest, palest eyes Flyrial had ever seen. The woman had white-blue skin and hair the colour of clear, dark midnight skies. She was wearing a dress that just reached her bony ankles and hugged her slender figure. It was the same icy-blue of her eyes. Her feet were tiny in her white, satin slippers. Nine jewels lined the toe of each slipper, all in a different colour. Flyrial looked into the woman's watery-blue eyes and then looked at her jeweled slippers. Her eyes landed on the seventh stone, an icy-blue diamond. Flyrial looked up at the sad woman staring at her.
"Who are you?" she demanded, more fiercely than the first time. The woman wasn't taken aback, as Flyrial hoped she would be. The woman just gazed at her silently. Flyrial stared back.
After five minutes of the sad woman's staring, Flyrial stomped her foot and let out a frustrated growl. Angry tears rolled down her cheeks and she stubbornly wiped them away. She crossed her arms and looked back at the woman for another minute.
Finally she threw up her hands and screamed at the silent woman, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU TOUCHED OR SOMETHING? WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?" The only thing the woman did was point at the young girl's chest. Flyrial put her hand where the woman was pointing and felt her bell bandolier.
"Yes, this is my bell bandolier. What about it?" she asked impatiently. The sad woman walked forward and touched the fourth bell, leaving an icy finger print. Flyrial tried to wipe it off but the mark would not leave. She looked up at the woman and then back at the bandolier. Flyrial pulled out the fourth bell and carefully rang it. Dyrim's sweet, clear voice sang out over the dew-laden forest.
The mysterious woman sat down and sighed as Flyrial gently put back Dyrim. The lady slowly motioned at Flyrial, beckoning her to come and sit beside her. Flyrial looked at her suspiciously but the woman's pleading look made her come and sit beside her. Gently sitting down next to the woman, Flyrial looked once again at the jeweled slippers, instinct once more guided her eyes toward the seventh stone.
"You know who I am," the woman said finally. Flyrial's eyes welled up with tears as the woman's sorrowful voice rang out into the night. She looked up into the woman's eyes and her tears spilled over her eyelids.
"Welcome back," Flyrial whispered. "Mother."
