The Stars
Allen was walking home one day after school when he saw a Charter Stone blocking the rode. There was blood spilt on the entire thing. On the other side of the Charter Stone was a sickening sight of a dead Charter Mage. She had been one of the guards to the school. Her name was Dara. She was one of the guards that Allen knew. Her neck was slit in two. Dara's head almost fell off. The only thing keeping it together was a Necromantic spell. The stone was cloven in two. It looked like lightning hit it in the middle. Allen knew that's not what happened. Blood of the descendants of the Charter can repair one. But the blood of any Charter Mage can break one. To break a Charter Stone takes a powerful Necromancer. Allen recalled the ritual from The Book of the Dead. It involved dark magic, Free Magic and complete hatred of the Charter.
He then heard a Greater Dead creature come behind him. This, of course, wasn't unexpected. A broken Charter Stone is a fragile line between life and Death. Any Greater Dead could cross this barrier. This is one of the strongest of the Greater Dead. He sensed something very strange about this Dead. It had a smoke of Free Magic origin started to fill the air. He could taste the acrid taste of Free Magic in the air. Allen finally realized who or what it is. The vile Greater Dead creature was Rogir, other known as Kerrigor. Rogir was the prince of the Old Kingdom. Allen quickly called the person who walked by, over. He was going to tell her to go get Ash, but it was Ash. Allen asked Ash to repair the stone. Kerrigor had a sword that hungered for blood. The sword had ruined Charter Marks and coursed with Free Magic. The sword came down right above Allen's head. At the last second, Allen drew his swords and blocked the attack. Kerrigor then started to fight with all his might. It was a battle worth seeing. This wasn't a petty Necromancer like the one he fought before, but had royal blood that he exploited. Allen then blocked another blow with much prowess. Kerrigor realized he couldn't win against this strength. So, he decided to take this battle into Death.
Kerrigor had been realest. If that happened, then Abhorsen's house must have been breached. Someone strong in the Necromantic arts could breach that house. It had many wards and protections against the undead. The house can be a fragile line between life and Death. If an Abhorsen wishes he/she were dead, the foundations of the house would fall.
Kerrigor took another chance to try and kill Allen. Its blow was ineffective. Allen swatted it away like it was a fly. "Ash, think of life. Think of everything good in your life." With that said Allen drew a large cold bell.
"You wouldn't dare. That will send you in with me." Kerrigor laughed menacingly. Then a cry of help was drowned out by the low cold sound of the Weeper. The two of them went straight through the cold waters of Death to the seventh precinct. The seventh precinct had many dead waiting for the waters to move them on through the ninth gate. Kerrigor resumed the fight on his on turf. The battle was fierce and dangerous. "You might have brought me here, but I will go no further." Then he laughed manically. Kerrigor went in for a sharp blow to the head why'll Allen put away Astarael the Sorrowful. Allen nimbly jumped out of the way. Then he drew Kibeth. He forced Kerrigor through the ninth gate, or at least he hoped he did. Allen ran through the gates Free Magic roiling out of his mouth. Speaking the words made his throat dry. He finally came to the ninth precinct. Kerrigor came in as fast as Allen ran in. "The ssstars... not those cursed startsss!!" Kerrigor screamed in many dead voices. And Kerrigor once Rogir finally died a final death. Rogir had spent his hole life trying to avoid a final death from the stars.
Allen looked up for he could not help it. He lifted of his feet into the air. He could hear the stars calling to him. They brought joy into his heart. He could not think of anything else. But as he flew higher he remembered his mission, and this was not his time.
Allen could feel his body as he walked through the 1st precinct. He could feel the Charter Stone in life, for it was no longer broken. The cold ice on his body was starting to melt. He cracked his eyes open from the frost on them. "Good job."