Disclaimer: Let's use a little math: the transitive property, I think.
EvilGenius92389 = no money. Garth Nix = money. Therefore, EvilGenius92389
does not = Garth Nix. Math is, incidentally, my worst subject.
A/N: Letharen is pronounced luh-THAR-uhn, and Leth is pronounced how it sounds. Firali is fuh-RAL-ee. Vasrial is pronounced VAHZ-ree-AHL. MISPRONOUNCE UNDER PAIN OF DEATH.
Prince Letharen of the Old Kingdom, son of Prince Sameth and his wife, the daughter of the Clayr known as Vasrial, was an outsider, and none knew it better than he. A single glance at his fiery orange-red hair and silvery gray eyes, unlike any of the royal family, would attest to this fact. But the differences were more than skin deep. Leth was the only member of the royal family --ever, he was sure-- to have no distinguishing characteristics. He did not have the blood of the Abhorsen, or the Clayr, or the Wallmakers running in his veins. Poor Leth wasn't even a very good Charter mage.
/I/, he thought to himself one day, /am a nobody. A nothing. A failure/. Even his dinky little sister, Ysande, had been lucky enough to be born a daughter of the Clayr. When Vasrial had come to visit Letharen's family, a year or two ago, she had realized this immediately and taken Ysande with her, back to the Clayr's Glacier.
/Of course/, Leth reflected, /it's not like I could've been a daughter of the Clayr . . . but still/.
His thoughts were interrupted when Sameth, his father, guided him into the royal chambers for a talk. Letharen began to complain, but then saw the look in Sam's eyes, and noticed the tear slowly trickling down his cheek-- but Sameth never cried!
"F-Father! What's wrong?!" came out instead.
"It's Lirael," came Sameth's response, in a would-be-calm sort of voice. "She's gone."
* * * * * *
Firali could do nothing but stare in disbelief as the tale of Lirael's disappearance tumbled from her mother's lips.
"Listen," Ellimere began, "you know how Lirael left last month to aid the Clayr?"
Firi nodded mutely, unable to speak.
"Well, what your Uncle Sameth and "Uncle" Nicholas and I never mentioned to you young ones is that she had told us she would return by Midwinter's Day at the latest-- two weeks ago. Since that day went by, we've been worried, but haven't had anything to base our fears on."
Ellimere paused. "Now we do."
Cliffhanger time! Now for the blackmail: I'll only update this if and when I get three more reviews. *smiles sweetly* Don't you hate me now?
A/N: Letharen is pronounced luh-THAR-uhn, and Leth is pronounced how it sounds. Firali is fuh-RAL-ee. Vasrial is pronounced VAHZ-ree-AHL. MISPRONOUNCE UNDER PAIN OF DEATH.
Prince Letharen of the Old Kingdom, son of Prince Sameth and his wife, the daughter of the Clayr known as Vasrial, was an outsider, and none knew it better than he. A single glance at his fiery orange-red hair and silvery gray eyes, unlike any of the royal family, would attest to this fact. But the differences were more than skin deep. Leth was the only member of the royal family --ever, he was sure-- to have no distinguishing characteristics. He did not have the blood of the Abhorsen, or the Clayr, or the Wallmakers running in his veins. Poor Leth wasn't even a very good Charter mage.
/I/, he thought to himself one day, /am a nobody. A nothing. A failure/. Even his dinky little sister, Ysande, had been lucky enough to be born a daughter of the Clayr. When Vasrial had come to visit Letharen's family, a year or two ago, she had realized this immediately and taken Ysande with her, back to the Clayr's Glacier.
/Of course/, Leth reflected, /it's not like I could've been a daughter of the Clayr . . . but still/.
His thoughts were interrupted when Sameth, his father, guided him into the royal chambers for a talk. Letharen began to complain, but then saw the look in Sam's eyes, and noticed the tear slowly trickling down his cheek-- but Sameth never cried!
"F-Father! What's wrong?!" came out instead.
"It's Lirael," came Sameth's response, in a would-be-calm sort of voice. "She's gone."
* * * * * *
Firali could do nothing but stare in disbelief as the tale of Lirael's disappearance tumbled from her mother's lips.
"Listen," Ellimere began, "you know how Lirael left last month to aid the Clayr?"
Firi nodded mutely, unable to speak.
"Well, what your Uncle Sameth and "Uncle" Nicholas and I never mentioned to you young ones is that she had told us she would return by Midwinter's Day at the latest-- two weeks ago. Since that day went by, we've been worried, but haven't had anything to base our fears on."
Ellimere paused. "Now we do."
Cliffhanger time! Now for the blackmail: I'll only update this if and when I get three more reviews. *smiles sweetly* Don't you hate me now?