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JB Van Laan- I an working on Cat, but it's difficult to fit with what I know her would say, and what I want him to say. You see what I mean? Also I thought of my idea before I read yours, this doesn't make sense now but it will ater, please don't sue me!

froggiesrcool- Oh my goodness! I completely forgot about Fiddle!Thanks for reminding me, ummmm I'm not sure what to do about that!

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The girl peered anxiously around her at the imposing room. When her parents told her they had found a job for her, she hadn't asked questions. The saying 'children should be seen and not heard' was very much enforced in Haven. She had always agreed to go wherever her parents wanted, or to do whatever thy asked. So at their bidding she meekly began to pack all her belongings into a small and somewhat shabby suitcase. She had gone without fuss with them in a taxi to the train station. She was seemingly unimpressed by the vast and splendid steam train that stood waiting by the platform, puffing quietly whilst people all around her jostled and shoved past, to secure themselves a good seat.

"Now Charley," said her Mother, as Charley prepared to board the train, "Your father and I want to be proud of you. Where you are going you will be very important, and I don't want you to do anything that would make us ashamed. Mr Chrestomanci has been very generous to take you in and I want you to be polite and respectful to him. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mother." Charley replied. This was nearly always her response to her parents' questions. Charley had learned at a very early age that it was better to agree and be inconspicuous, then to argue and be noticed. Charley was a shy girl and loathed attention.

"Good girl. Now your Father has something to give to you."

Charley's father stepped forwards. He was a tall man, who would look intimidating if you didn't know him. He had a severe expression and a way of talking that made you feel you had done wrong, but beneath the gruff exterior, there hid a kind-hearted man. He was not so strict as his wife, and many in Haven thought him too lenient. However in Chrestomanci's world he would have thought of as ruthless. As he approached Charley, he drew out of his coat a long, thin box.

"Here you go Charley. We had this made when you were born. You know all children are checked for signs of magic or other special gifts when they are born don't you?" Charley nodded. "Good. Well when you were born the practitioner found that you were very special indeed. He had this made to protect your from yourself, so to speak. Your mother and I have looked after it diligently, but now that you are moving away from our protection, it is time you should have it. Go on, open it."

Charley took the box, curiously. It was made of a golden coloured wood that was smooth to the touch that was somehow comforting. Cautiously she opened the lid. Inside the box were six magnificent golden rings, each with a different stone embedded into the gold. The rings were nestled in velvet of deep red; each had its own personal indent to lie in. Charley noticed that the box had three empty gaps. She pointed at them questioningly and turned to face her father.

"What are these for?" she asked.

"Charley, it turns out you are very special indeed. One of a kind in fact. There is no one else like you anywhere. Your mother and I have eight counterparts. You are unique. Charley, you have nine lives."

Charley stared at him. She thought; he must be mad. She squashed this thought quickly. Children were supposed to respect their elders. But how could she possibly? Nine lives? Although…thinking back it did make sense. That time at school, when her friend had gotten angry about missing a penalty in hockey, and Charley had got in the way. When the car had ignored the traffic lights, and the unstable railings on a school trip to the gorge. All were very unlucky accidents but how many people had awoken in a morgue? Certainly no one had done it twice! Yet Charley had.

She turned to her Father, apprehensively but not disbelieving. "And these rings are?"

"Your lives, yes. The doctor put them in here so they would be safe."

Charley stared at the rings, trying to understand it all. She had always known she was good at magic, she was always top of the class, but did she really have nine lives? Charley realised her father was still speaking, and compelled herself to listen.

"This Chrestomanci fellow has nine lives as well, except he only has one left now, so he needs you to take over after him! Think of it Charley, you'll be the most important and influential enchanter in their world! It would be such a triumph for the Chant family. Did you know that Chrestomanci is a Chant too? Isn't that such a coincidence?"

Charley's mother interrupted, "quick the train is a bout to leave!" Charley leapt onto the train, dragging her suitcase and clutching her box to her. "Make us proud Charley!" her mother cried, as her parents waved the train off. Charley waved back, her heart full of worry and excitement.

Charley needn't have worried. The man who met her at the other train station was congenial and nice, but he had such odd clothes! Charley presumed that everyone in the new world she was going to dressed like this. She would have to do her best not to laugh. The man led her to a harbour, at which were moored several small, rather unsafe looking boats. Charley shivered, the water was slate grey and the sky so dark it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. The harbour was wreathed in mist and a chill wind was blowing off the water. Charley stepped gingerly down into one of the boats, which creaked ominously and swayed under her weight. Charley was a skinny girl, and she was terrified what effect the large man would have. The boat did rock greatly when he climbed in, but did not capsize as Charley had been expecting. The journey across the water seemed to take days. There was no sound, and nothing to look at except dull grey water, and the man, whom Charley learned was called Thomas, who was puffing away noisily as he rowed.

Eventually, after what were only a few hours, Charley sighted land. She was astonished, the grey mist seemed to vanish, and the water became bluer aand bluer until they arrived at a bustling port, full of laughing smiling people. Charley knew instantly this was a different world. It wasn't just the clothes tey were wearing, although they were bizarre. It was more the way the people acted and carried themselves. Everyone here was so much more relaxed than those in Haven. In Haven people went about their business quietly and discreetly. Here vendors were crying out the price of their wares, trying to outdo one another. Charley realised the man Thomas was trying to attract her attention. The man, who had seemed very agitated when she announced herself to him, was now looking around fretfully, as though hoping no one had seen him.

"This way please miss." he said, and pointed towards an enormous building, a castle in fact. "Chrestomanci Castle," he announced proudly, "your new home."

Charley simply stared.

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I was going to write more, abut Charley meeting everyone etc. but I ran out of time and space, so I think I'll put that in the next chapter. Please review, and read my Artemis Fowl fic, which I am in the process of writing when it comes out please! Hooray for the Opal Deception! Hurry up June! Ifyou don't know about it here is a summary I got from amazon.

Criminal mastermind Artemis Fowl is back…and so is his cunning enemy from Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident, Opal Koboi. At the start of the fourth adventure, Artemis has returned to his unlawful ways. He's in Berlin, preparing to steal a famous impressionist painting from a German bank. He has no idea that his old rival, Opal, has escaped from prison by cloning herself. She's left her double behind in jail and, now free, is exacting her revenge on all those who put her there, including Artemis.

Woo Arty!