A/N- This is my first fan fiction so please R&R! I don't care what you write, just review! Constructive criticism is much appreciated.

Wish list: Wild Blood Rose-an attempt at better paragraphing here, Sahib-error corrections I can find, and Mosrael-longer writing

Chapter 3: Help us

Death was piling upon the great Ratterlin…literally. The source of the great river was slowly diminished as each mutilated body fell in with a loud splash. Rosaline was running throughout the halls of the glacier sounding out the alert. The Clayr were in a panic as they clustered around the window on the heavy doors.

One of the Clayrs announced, "The door should hold them back with its strength and Charter magic unless if the necromancer is very powerful, or in the case of multiple necromancers, the door should hold for at least couple of days."

Another Clayr frantically blurted, "I wish the Abhorsen was here to vanquish the Dead!"

I knew the crowd was basically helpless with the exception of the few gifted Clayr Charter Mages and their best students. The situation was not looking very favorable. My heart was pounding fast as all the shivering bodies around me huddled together for warmth. The frigid draft seeped through unseen slits, which was not helping the situation.

Then I saw someone run through the dark masses of Dead Hands numbering in the hundreds by now. I sucked in my breath as I saw the person narrowly escape a blow to the head. The person jumped high into the air while kicking and razing the decaying bodies. The person, or so I presume, was headed our way. All the Clayr was watching the action intently.

Coming across the river and quickly making speed to the door seemed to be its intentions. The guardian of the door brushed the person across the neck with its sword. No blood was drawn. Then the guardian slowly stepped back as the person stepped up to the door.

"Let me in I'm freezing out here!" growl a tenor voice.

The Clayr was debating among themselves, and it seems the concluding agreement was to let in this stranger. The doors were opened and the figure stepped into the room as the door was quickly closed behind him.

"Well it's about time you do something about the Dead eh?" The young man grinned slyly as his green eyes met mine. He was bundled up in many layers of warm, wool clothing. His skin was a pale, delicate shade. It shone with a white gleam to it.

Soon the seven head Clayrs marched into the room as the others parted rapidly for them. They seemed to understand somewhat more than us. In a chorus they said, "Ah so you bring the news that it has been six moons past since the Abhorsen has passed beyond the Ninth Gate."

"True, true, but then again shouldn't you have known before?" smiled Green Eyes.

"Our vision comes in fragments. We can only hope for the best outcome and this one was not it."

"Well by the looks of the door, I'm sure it'll hold for another couple of days. You should all go try and see some more on the icy panel of yours. Standing around here isn't going to get things done." Green Eyes carelessly told the Clayr.

Several of the Clayr frowned upon his blatant disregard for authority. The head Clayr whispered a few suggestions to the others. Surprisingly they listen to him. Soon they were bustling around the place. Many of the highly sighted Clayr left to do what they do best. The best Charter Mages and fighters gathered in the room while the rest cleared out to do their daily routine. However the anxious mood was set here.

I was seemingly left to do whatever. I was an underachiever in class. The teachers had no idea of my capabilities nor was I too sure of them myself. I was left standing next to Green Eyes while everyone else appeared to be busy.

I was feeling sort of uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny. His gaze kept on going towards the red-stoned silver ring on my finger. I tried to distract him by talking to him, "So what brings you here to the glacier?"

He raised an eyebrow and replied sarcastically, "Well aren't you the bright one. Didn't I just announce that the Abhorsen died?"

People didn't usually talk to me like that however different I appeared. I sputtered furiously, "Well I'm sorry if I didn't catch on to your every word!"

Green Eyes sighed, "How about some dinner in the Infirmatory then? We can discuss our 'differences' and questions there."

I was about to reject him until I was taken back by the seriousness in his clear, green eyes. I agreed reluctantly and we headed towards the Infirmatory.

We sat down at a table after getting our food. "I'm burning up in all these clothes!" announced Green Eyes. Then he progressed to taking off the multiple layers. When he took often his hat, his hair was glossy, straight, and inhumanly white.

He looked at me staring at him and smiled like he just caught something. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I know when someone is of the Bloodline. And you my dear reek of it despite what you think."

I stared blankly at him wondering how it was possible. I am hardly a Clayr. But wait there was also the royal bloodline and the Abhorsen. The Abhorsen line had ended with the Green Eye's previous master and there were no known descendants left.

The royal bloodline was saved by some distant cousin of the aging king. It was heard from the traveling wagons that his mother was a servant brought from the far Northern lands past the Old Kingdom.

There was no Charter in the North but there were whispers of other strange magic there. Oh no it wasn't unbound Free Magic, instead it was something else.

"Look lively there girl. Don't go off on unworn paths….however fun that may be," smirked Green Eyes.

I was tired of not knowing his name. "Don't call me girl, my name is Kalla. What's your name boy?"

He snorted "I'm hardly a boy. I'm much older than you think."

By this time I was vexed at his attitude. "Look you said that you would answer my questions! So start doing so or I am leaving with or without you!"

He sighed and then turned serious again. "I'll let you in on a little secret. Call me Mogget. Try to use it sparingly alright?"

Before I could properly tease him about his name there was a loud echoing bang by magical means throughout the glacier. I could feel the metallic tang of Free Magic corroding the spells on the strong outer doors.

I ran at a dead speed towards the doors down several curving halls. Mogget followed closely behind me. He left most of his clothing behind other than a dark blue sweater, fur-lined pants, and leather boots.

Before I got to the doors there was another loud bang that nearly knocked me off my feet. Mogget skillfully caught me before my back hit the ground.

Somehow in all the chaos Damiel found me again. "Kalla are you alright? We're under attack by a necromancer and her Dead Hands. There are also several Shadow Hands getting ready to attack!"

I inhaled sharply as I saw the elite Charter Mages casting strong protection shields against the attack. The archers were poised to shoot arrows spelled for accuracy and strength. Ancient family weaponry was brought out for the fight ahead.

Then suddenly from the small window view and Charter lighted slopes, I saw four more necromancers joining the opposition.

They were mouthing words of great destruction on us. With Damiel and Mogget close to me, I saw the incoming spell headed toward the door. We were still several feet away from the door. The spell hit the door with a loud shuddering noise.

During the attack I instantly threw up a protection around me. The metal door was bubbling and shuddering and then all of a sudden it exploded into hundreds of melting red hot pieces.

Screams filled the air as the Charter Mages' shield broke and souls left their bodies in that last instant of life. Some clung on to life as they slowly slipped closer to Death.

My spell amazingly held up as Damiel, Mogget, and I were untouched by the steaming metal. The New Clayr came pouring into the room. Some like my adoptive mother were helping the injured Clayr, and others were prepared to defend the glacier.

"Well let's not stand here all day and do something about the necromancers," yowled Mogget as his eyes changed into cat-like slits to survey the battle.