AN: Howdy y'all! Hehehe sorry I was just watching Big Fish and everyone has Southern accents in it. ANYWAZ!!! I wish to thank Cali Vianya for her support. I loved your story by the way!! READ AND REVIEW!!!! I NEED INPUT PPLS!!! Enjoy ;)
Many years had passed since that first meeting. When the Abhorsen was away, no longer did he have to leave Sabriel with the family servant at the House but with her new friends at the palace. For years Sabriel, Torrigan and Rogir were inseparable. When they weren't playing Knights they were pulling pranks or practicing swordplay.
Then a dreadful thing happened that shook their world forever. Puberty. Rogir, the oldest of them all, no longer wished to play Knights. He would rather spend time in court with his sisters and, Torrigan shuddered to think, girls. He would spend endless hours in front of the mirror either admiring his reflection or fixing his appearance.
Sabriel and Torrigan carried on as usual. They would wake up every morning, quickly shove down some breakfast, squirming the whole time, anxious to get outside and then not be seen until a meal was ready. They would go on magnificent adventures through swamps and enemy territory. Rescuing damsels (what damsels were they had no idea) and defeating dragons, spying on the enemy and foiling their plans. Sometimes there would be enormous battles that they would emerge victoriously from. No matter what the game, they felt the loss of Kerrigor.
"Move YOUR feet!" The arms master yelled to Torrigan as he wielded his preferred double swords in defense of Sabriel's one zipping blade. Sabriel, being 2 years younger, was smaller than Torrigan was faster and used that to her advantage by darting back and forth. Furiously, Torrigan tried to land blow after blow. Many times Sabriel narrowly escaped his practice blades.
After a few more minutes they both stopped, bent over and panting. The arms master seemed pleased, told them they were dismissed and left the practice courts. They collapsed onto the ground next to each other. They stared up at the clouds for a moment or two before Rogir appeared over them.
"Come on you two," he said, holding out his hands for them to grab, "the Queen wants to see you." The two youngsters looked at each other quickly and shrugged. They had to almost run to keep up with Rogir's long strides.
"There you are Torrigan dear and Sabriel," the look on the Queen's face unsettled Torrigan. He knew that look all too well, it was the I'm-going-to- make-you-do-something-I-know-you-wont-like look. He mentally prepared himself for his mother to drop whatever proverbial bombshell she had.
"Sabriel, my, how you have grown since your first visit here," Sabriel attempted a polite half smile that turned out more like a grimace, she knew she was not going to like what the Queen was about to announce, "and I feel that it's time you became a proper young lady and your father agrees with me." Sabriel's jaw dropped.
"P-p-p-proper young lady?!?" she sputtered. Did that mean she would have to walk with books on her head, sip daintily from a tea cup and smile all the time? She suppressed a shudder at the thought of such inhuman behavior. What did becoming a proper young lady have to do with her dreams of being a Knight or Abhorsen like her father?
The Queen giggled, "Yes dear, a proper young lady, I have left this sort of education far too long as it is. You are almost at the marrying age! You will never get a good husband if you continue playing silly games."
"They are not silly!" Torrigan protested, "She can almost beat me in swordplay Mother! Her and I are to become knights and rid the Old Kingdom of evil!"
"Charter bless me!" the Queen cried, with a smile, "what wild imaginations you have! Torrigan dearest, I have something special planned for you."
And so it was. Torrigan and Sabriel were spilt up. Torrigan went into service with the Royal Guard and Sabriel to a College for Ladies of Breeding. Torrigan adored learned swordplay and Charter magic. Sabriel on the other hand loathed almost every moment in that hellhole. Curtsying and walking, no wait, gliding, her only escape was the fighting arts and magic classes she was allowed to participate in. Many years had passed and Torrigan and Sabriel were far too busy to keep up communications.
Many years had passed since that first meeting. When the Abhorsen was away, no longer did he have to leave Sabriel with the family servant at the House but with her new friends at the palace. For years Sabriel, Torrigan and Rogir were inseparable. When they weren't playing Knights they were pulling pranks or practicing swordplay.
Then a dreadful thing happened that shook their world forever. Puberty. Rogir, the oldest of them all, no longer wished to play Knights. He would rather spend time in court with his sisters and, Torrigan shuddered to think, girls. He would spend endless hours in front of the mirror either admiring his reflection or fixing his appearance.
Sabriel and Torrigan carried on as usual. They would wake up every morning, quickly shove down some breakfast, squirming the whole time, anxious to get outside and then not be seen until a meal was ready. They would go on magnificent adventures through swamps and enemy territory. Rescuing damsels (what damsels were they had no idea) and defeating dragons, spying on the enemy and foiling their plans. Sometimes there would be enormous battles that they would emerge victoriously from. No matter what the game, they felt the loss of Kerrigor.
"Move YOUR feet!" The arms master yelled to Torrigan as he wielded his preferred double swords in defense of Sabriel's one zipping blade. Sabriel, being 2 years younger, was smaller than Torrigan was faster and used that to her advantage by darting back and forth. Furiously, Torrigan tried to land blow after blow. Many times Sabriel narrowly escaped his practice blades.
After a few more minutes they both stopped, bent over and panting. The arms master seemed pleased, told them they were dismissed and left the practice courts. They collapsed onto the ground next to each other. They stared up at the clouds for a moment or two before Rogir appeared over them.
"Come on you two," he said, holding out his hands for them to grab, "the Queen wants to see you." The two youngsters looked at each other quickly and shrugged. They had to almost run to keep up with Rogir's long strides.
"There you are Torrigan dear and Sabriel," the look on the Queen's face unsettled Torrigan. He knew that look all too well, it was the I'm-going-to- make-you-do-something-I-know-you-wont-like look. He mentally prepared himself for his mother to drop whatever proverbial bombshell she had.
"Sabriel, my, how you have grown since your first visit here," Sabriel attempted a polite half smile that turned out more like a grimace, she knew she was not going to like what the Queen was about to announce, "and I feel that it's time you became a proper young lady and your father agrees with me." Sabriel's jaw dropped.
"P-p-p-proper young lady?!?" she sputtered. Did that mean she would have to walk with books on her head, sip daintily from a tea cup and smile all the time? She suppressed a shudder at the thought of such inhuman behavior. What did becoming a proper young lady have to do with her dreams of being a Knight or Abhorsen like her father?
The Queen giggled, "Yes dear, a proper young lady, I have left this sort of education far too long as it is. You are almost at the marrying age! You will never get a good husband if you continue playing silly games."
"They are not silly!" Torrigan protested, "She can almost beat me in swordplay Mother! Her and I are to become knights and rid the Old Kingdom of evil!"
"Charter bless me!" the Queen cried, with a smile, "what wild imaginations you have! Torrigan dearest, I have something special planned for you."
And so it was. Torrigan and Sabriel were spilt up. Torrigan went into service with the Royal Guard and Sabriel to a College for Ladies of Breeding. Torrigan adored learned swordplay and Charter magic. Sabriel on the other hand loathed almost every moment in that hellhole. Curtsying and walking, no wait, gliding, her only escape was the fighting arts and magic classes she was allowed to participate in. Many years had passed and Torrigan and Sabriel were far too busy to keep up communications.