Authors note: Firstly an apology, I uploaded the wrong effing chapter. It
took me a full ten minutes to realise this before I took it down, but for a
reason unbeknown to me it stayed up for approximately another day, before
the chapter was finally taken off the web. I'm sorry especially to my
reviewers, and yes you may call me an incompetent sht. Now that I've
confused you all lets carry on.
After disappearing into the darkness the man named Rellevart had headed for the River to the west of the Tavern. Rell as he shortened it to, was an orphan; he had been left next to the fire in a traveller's camp when he was only two years old. For a long time he hadn't known anything about his past or his parents. He wasn't really adopted by one family, like previous babies had been (abandoning unwanted children with traveller's in some parts of the old Kingdom was common), but he had been adopted by the whole band of traveller's and had grown up a traveller through and through. His name was a little joke, by his family, it was traveller backwards.
He was running parallel with the river south, to where his boat was. His mind was racing, just like his feet, he had to remember both the past and present of his situation. From their meeting at the glacier till now, he needed everything straight in his head before he asked Lirael for this favour.
He had found out Lirael's name by way of asking the refectionary staff after their brief encounter. After that he had been travelling round with his adopted family for a few years, staying and helping his traveller family. When Rell turned 18 he decided to leave his family and headed out on his own journeys and adventures. He had travelled to Belisaere to quench his thirst of knowledge about his past. He became a blacksmith, in Belisaere and that is why he had the surcoat on, but this was just to fund his research about himself and his family. He realised that he was of royal blood, but it was so watered down that by the time it came to him it was barely worth calling it royal blood, the blood began with Touchstone's great grandfather had a cousin that followed a long line of people down to himself. He was quite proud that he was of Royal blood however thin it may be. He had also unknowingly been looking at the Abhorsen and Clayr lines as they followed Royal line, so after a bit more researching and some reading of books he had guessed that something wasn't right within these chains. It was only much later when Lirael had been named the Abhorsen in waiting that he had realised what was missing.
Still he was pleased with his own families finding's he needed to find, his father a man named; Bardon and his mother Hila. So for the next few years of his life he was on the road again. He had travelled a long time trying to find them to no avail, but that was before he new Lirael was Abhorsen in waiting.
His boat silently slipped through the water, he was relaxing at the rudder, his mind thinking all this through, not sure whether what he was doing was right, even in his own head. He was coming close to Abhorsen's house as dawn was breaking. He didn't want to get too close to the Island, after all it was very close to the waterfall, so he aimed the boat at the shore and with a satisfying crunch of shingle underneath the bow the boat was grounded. He pulled everything he needed out of it before attaching a rope to the bow and tying one end to a small tree. He then put a binding spell on both the boat and the rope. He had been given the boat as a wreck and he had managed to make it float, so as long as it did that, Rell didn't mind too what much it looked like, even so he didn't want to lose it even though sooner or later he would need to disband it anyway.
Setting his sights on the house, which was about 45 minutes away and set off.
After disappearing into the darkness the man named Rellevart had headed for the River to the west of the Tavern. Rell as he shortened it to, was an orphan; he had been left next to the fire in a traveller's camp when he was only two years old. For a long time he hadn't known anything about his past or his parents. He wasn't really adopted by one family, like previous babies had been (abandoning unwanted children with traveller's in some parts of the old Kingdom was common), but he had been adopted by the whole band of traveller's and had grown up a traveller through and through. His name was a little joke, by his family, it was traveller backwards.
He was running parallel with the river south, to where his boat was. His mind was racing, just like his feet, he had to remember both the past and present of his situation. From their meeting at the glacier till now, he needed everything straight in his head before he asked Lirael for this favour.
He had found out Lirael's name by way of asking the refectionary staff after their brief encounter. After that he had been travelling round with his adopted family for a few years, staying and helping his traveller family. When Rell turned 18 he decided to leave his family and headed out on his own journeys and adventures. He had travelled to Belisaere to quench his thirst of knowledge about his past. He became a blacksmith, in Belisaere and that is why he had the surcoat on, but this was just to fund his research about himself and his family. He realised that he was of royal blood, but it was so watered down that by the time it came to him it was barely worth calling it royal blood, the blood began with Touchstone's great grandfather had a cousin that followed a long line of people down to himself. He was quite proud that he was of Royal blood however thin it may be. He had also unknowingly been looking at the Abhorsen and Clayr lines as they followed Royal line, so after a bit more researching and some reading of books he had guessed that something wasn't right within these chains. It was only much later when Lirael had been named the Abhorsen in waiting that he had realised what was missing.
Still he was pleased with his own families finding's he needed to find, his father a man named; Bardon and his mother Hila. So for the next few years of his life he was on the road again. He had travelled a long time trying to find them to no avail, but that was before he new Lirael was Abhorsen in waiting.
His boat silently slipped through the water, he was relaxing at the rudder, his mind thinking all this through, not sure whether what he was doing was right, even in his own head. He was coming close to Abhorsen's house as dawn was breaking. He didn't want to get too close to the Island, after all it was very close to the waterfall, so he aimed the boat at the shore and with a satisfying crunch of shingle underneath the bow the boat was grounded. He pulled everything he needed out of it before attaching a rope to the bow and tying one end to a small tree. He then put a binding spell on both the boat and the rope. He had been given the boat as a wreck and he had managed to make it float, so as long as it did that, Rell didn't mind too what much it looked like, even so he didn't want to lose it even though sooner or later he would need to disband it anyway.
Setting his sights on the house, which was about 45 minutes away and set off.