Leinne faces an old lover who makes her hesitate if being the
abhorsen is right or should she go and become a regular girl and live a
life with him, an evil rival who once took Leinne's lover away, and the
strange dreams of a man named Wings and his lover, the 37th Abhorsen. If
she doesn't tackle down her own personnel feelings or if she doesn't figure
out about her strange dreams, an evil more powerful then Orannis and
Kerrigor combined, might arise and destroy the Old kingdom along with
everywhere else...
*note* O_O! I FIXED THE FORMAT! WHO'S GOOD?!?!?! ME! ya, well.. it took me FORVER, but, hey, I'm good at wut I do ^_~ which is nothing, but.. on w/the story ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She looked at herself in the mirror. Tall with long, dark hair with matching dark eyes. Leinne. That was her name. Descendent of Lirael, the Abhorsen. Leinne remembered well how her mother, Arielle, told her the stories of her grandmother Lirael, fighting off the dead who roamed the land of the living. She also recalls the day when her mother told her about Sabriel, her great-aunt. She was the one who defeated Kerrigor, Chlorr, and helped defeat Orannis. Leinne awed both her grandmother and her great-aunt. Both were extraordinary in many different ways. Their beauty was unspeakable, their strength was unforgettable.
Now both were long gone, Sabriel died of a heart attack and Lirael died from an ambush of the dead. Leinne's mother was not an Abhorsen so that only left her, Leinne, to become the next annihilator of the dead. Her Uncle Sam's son, Anthony, dislikes the Book of the Dead and would not go near it. Very much like his father. Her Aunt Ellimere was Queen of Belisaere, or in other words, queen of the Old Kingdom. She was married to a man named Alexander Drake and they both had 2 children, both roughly the age of Leinne. One was a girl named Sabriel and the other was a boy name Touchstone II. Touchstone II was only a year older than Leinne, he was 18. Sabriel was a year younger. Even though Leinne has this many cousins, none wanted to have the responsibility of the Abhorsen, so she was stuck with the mystical bells and the Book of the Dead.
The book was neatly placed inside a leather pouch and tucked in the black bag. The bells were carefully strapped across Leinne's chest. Her Charter sword Nehima, once her grandmothers, was at her side, ready to be drawn into battle. Leinne sighed.
" At least I know how to handle weapons..." she said, quietly. While putting in her last things in the black bag, there was a knock on the door. " Come in." A young man came in.
" Leinne-"
" I told you that I never wanted to see you again!" she shrieked, glaring furiously at the young man. He looked extremely hurt.
" Just listen to me, for a moment, before you leave," he said, quickly. Leinne was shaking with anger, but took a deep breath and turned her attention to her packing and grunted. The young man took that as permission to talk. " I know I've been a total jerk and even a bastard, but trust me on this, don't become an Abhorsen. Your grandmother died because of those damn dead things! And I don't want you to go off out there and get hurt... or killed..." Leinne looked at him hard.
" If I don't go who will? There's too many cowards out there and I'm not going to sit here when people are getting killed by creatures that I'm destined to destroy! And I defiantly don't want to stay here knowing you would break my heart again, Khay," tears slightly formed around the corners of her eyes, but she hastily brushed them away.
" I'm terribly sorry, Leinne. Please, just please, you don't have to forgive me, but just promise me that you won't become the Abhorsen... please..." Khay was practically on his knees. Leinne stood there with her bag in hand. Expressionless. Khay was looking at her with mournful eyes, praying that she would reconsider. They were like this for about a minute when Leinne walked towards Khay and glided passed him.
" Good-bye, Khay," she said, coldly. She left her room, leaving Khay in there. A tear escaped her eye, slid down her rosy cheeks, and fell to the ground.
*note* O_O! I FIXED THE FORMAT! WHO'S GOOD?!?!?! ME! ya, well.. it took me FORVER, but, hey, I'm good at wut I do ^_~ which is nothing, but.. on w/the story ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She looked at herself in the mirror. Tall with long, dark hair with matching dark eyes. Leinne. That was her name. Descendent of Lirael, the Abhorsen. Leinne remembered well how her mother, Arielle, told her the stories of her grandmother Lirael, fighting off the dead who roamed the land of the living. She also recalls the day when her mother told her about Sabriel, her great-aunt. She was the one who defeated Kerrigor, Chlorr, and helped defeat Orannis. Leinne awed both her grandmother and her great-aunt. Both were extraordinary in many different ways. Their beauty was unspeakable, their strength was unforgettable.
Now both were long gone, Sabriel died of a heart attack and Lirael died from an ambush of the dead. Leinne's mother was not an Abhorsen so that only left her, Leinne, to become the next annihilator of the dead. Her Uncle Sam's son, Anthony, dislikes the Book of the Dead and would not go near it. Very much like his father. Her Aunt Ellimere was Queen of Belisaere, or in other words, queen of the Old Kingdom. She was married to a man named Alexander Drake and they both had 2 children, both roughly the age of Leinne. One was a girl named Sabriel and the other was a boy name Touchstone II. Touchstone II was only a year older than Leinne, he was 18. Sabriel was a year younger. Even though Leinne has this many cousins, none wanted to have the responsibility of the Abhorsen, so she was stuck with the mystical bells and the Book of the Dead.
The book was neatly placed inside a leather pouch and tucked in the black bag. The bells were carefully strapped across Leinne's chest. Her Charter sword Nehima, once her grandmothers, was at her side, ready to be drawn into battle. Leinne sighed.
" At least I know how to handle weapons..." she said, quietly. While putting in her last things in the black bag, there was a knock on the door. " Come in." A young man came in.
" Leinne-"
" I told you that I never wanted to see you again!" she shrieked, glaring furiously at the young man. He looked extremely hurt.
" Just listen to me, for a moment, before you leave," he said, quickly. Leinne was shaking with anger, but took a deep breath and turned her attention to her packing and grunted. The young man took that as permission to talk. " I know I've been a total jerk and even a bastard, but trust me on this, don't become an Abhorsen. Your grandmother died because of those damn dead things! And I don't want you to go off out there and get hurt... or killed..." Leinne looked at him hard.
" If I don't go who will? There's too many cowards out there and I'm not going to sit here when people are getting killed by creatures that I'm destined to destroy! And I defiantly don't want to stay here knowing you would break my heart again, Khay," tears slightly formed around the corners of her eyes, but she hastily brushed them away.
" I'm terribly sorry, Leinne. Please, just please, you don't have to forgive me, but just promise me that you won't become the Abhorsen... please..." Khay was practically on his knees. Leinne stood there with her bag in hand. Expressionless. Khay was looking at her with mournful eyes, praying that she would reconsider. They were like this for about a minute when Leinne walked towards Khay and glided passed him.
" Good-bye, Khay," she said, coldly. She left her room, leaving Khay in there. A tear escaped her eye, slid down her rosy cheeks, and fell to the ground.
