I shudnt really b starting another fic but this came to me when I was
reading thru Abhorsen and Lirael again. I know the idea that there was yet
another sister by another relative but I wanted to see what people thought.
*Jess*
200 yrs before Sabriel: -
Touchstone swung blindly with his sword catching a Royal guard in the chest. He swung again and this time he actually found his mark. He beheaded one of the Royal guards holding his mother. An evil twisted man, by the name of Calhoun, under Kerrigors jurisdiction.
A scream issued from the dead mans head before it shut up after one look from 'Rogirrek'. It gave up its life unwillingly, pissed off that its 'equal' had betrayed it.
In Sabriel's time: -
Calhoun drew a breath revelling at the taste of life in the air. He marched down to his 'master' and joined the group of 10,000 dead. He wasn't an equal anymore. He was just another dead, to do the dirty work and he despised this thought.
Not only did he want revenge on that nincompoop who had killed him but also he wanted to laugh while watching this dead bastard get his comeuppance.
Then he wanted to taste the sweet life of that young naïve girl. He rubbed his hands together gleefully as they made that long journey through to the reservoir.
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He was important, he had rank. He had been promoted to standing furthest from the reservoir. Furthest away from the 'pure' good girl and that annoying Royal Guard who should be dead and a stupid cat. This was supposed to be a privilege but he wanted to be near the girl, not furthest from her.
Kerrigor had barely given the all clear to charge when the ice broke in the protection circle and the two frozen occupants woke up. Calhoun gave a roar of rage and ran. He hit the edge of the lake and dived in.
He could feel the pulse of the charter stones but pushed them to the back of his mind. He was a fingerbreadth from his target, his goal when the illegitimate prince pushed a sword through his corpse. The scum of the Royal Guard. And then a bell rang out from the old man and the others made a run for it as he died. Again. And he vied more revenge.
So that's just a very short prologue. Tell me what u think. If its shite then itll go. Just press the 'goody' button on the left and u can write me a story!!!!! XD!
*Jess*
200 yrs before Sabriel: -
Touchstone swung blindly with his sword catching a Royal guard in the chest. He swung again and this time he actually found his mark. He beheaded one of the Royal guards holding his mother. An evil twisted man, by the name of Calhoun, under Kerrigors jurisdiction.
A scream issued from the dead mans head before it shut up after one look from 'Rogirrek'. It gave up its life unwillingly, pissed off that its 'equal' had betrayed it.
In Sabriel's time: -
Calhoun drew a breath revelling at the taste of life in the air. He marched down to his 'master' and joined the group of 10,000 dead. He wasn't an equal anymore. He was just another dead, to do the dirty work and he despised this thought.
Not only did he want revenge on that nincompoop who had killed him but also he wanted to laugh while watching this dead bastard get his comeuppance.
Then he wanted to taste the sweet life of that young naïve girl. He rubbed his hands together gleefully as they made that long journey through to the reservoir.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He was important, he had rank. He had been promoted to standing furthest from the reservoir. Furthest away from the 'pure' good girl and that annoying Royal Guard who should be dead and a stupid cat. This was supposed to be a privilege but he wanted to be near the girl, not furthest from her.
Kerrigor had barely given the all clear to charge when the ice broke in the protection circle and the two frozen occupants woke up. Calhoun gave a roar of rage and ran. He hit the edge of the lake and dived in.
He could feel the pulse of the charter stones but pushed them to the back of his mind. He was a fingerbreadth from his target, his goal when the illegitimate prince pushed a sword through his corpse. The scum of the Royal Guard. And then a bell rang out from the old man and the others made a run for it as he died. Again. And he vied more revenge.
So that's just a very short prologue. Tell me what u think. If its shite then itll go. Just press the 'goody' button on the left and u can write me a story!!!!! XD!