Prisoner
Disclaimer: Some of the characters and all the places belong Garth Nix and this is not intended to infringe the copyright in anyway, or earn any scowls from the readers, but I'm sure I'll receive some anyway.
Summary: The daughter of Queen Ellimere has a love for the Abhorsen-in-Waiting. But due to their close kin she knows her love is impossible to achieve. But with the help of seven great people she just might find out about a few secrets about her true heritage.
Warning: A miniature pyromaniac and very mature thoughts of one so young.
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Prologue
A fire crackled at the hearth and its luminosity glowed in the dark room, making the room not all that dark. Besides the fire there sat a child. And the child cared for nothing else in the room except for the fire. She looked into the red and orange flames and already her mind seemed to go off.
She didn't care if the brightness and the constant staring made her eyes hurt and water; she didn't bother to wipe her tears. They just rolled playfully off her cheek and onto her warm hand. The sudden chill that spread on her flesh made her mind jump and she thought touching that fire would be a grand thing. Perhaps, if she caught the mischievous flames she could keep them in her room, and she'd never have them go away.
She smiled at the thought, but a voice told her stay away. But why? She thought. Why did she need to stay away? She reached her little hand into the hearth but, breaking all thought of that lovely blaze, strong hands scooped her up.
The child looked at her rescuer. It was a man, a boy more like it, with dark hair. Very dark hair, the complete opposite from her nearly forgotten inferno. His eyes though, were light, an incredibly pale blue. Like ice. And unlike the fire, the ice was kinder, and his touch wasn't so cold. But just like the fire, the ice had captured her.
"Fire can be dangerous, little muse." His voice was warm as well. How could it be that this boy was so warm, yet his eyes look so cold?
"But it's lovely," the girl responded.
The boy chuckled, "Yes, it can be lovely. But every rose has its thorns." How was fire like a rose? She pondered this while looking into her savior's eyes. The rose's petals were like the fires flames she concluded. Maybe they were the same after all. So clever, this knight was.
"You saved me," she said to the boy.
"Saved you from the heat?" he asked with a grin. He set the girl down and she looked up at him.
No, she thought, you saved me from the fire. Heat is what burns in me now that you saved me. Saved me and yet your eyes are keeping me prisoner, just like the flames did.
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Note: Is it a keeper? I hope you can guess who they people are. If not, that's okay, I'm probably going to continue anyway.
