AN: Hiya folks! sorry this took so long. i've been CRAZY busy. it's been utter maddness! but anywaz, this chapter i figured that it was too short, so i added to it. I hope u enjoy it! don't forget to REVIEW!!
For days after the terrible news Sabriel would not move from her apartments. Not even Torrigan would be admitted into her chambers. Day and night, he would wait outside her chambers, begging to be let in. He would sometimes loose his temper and try to force the door open but Sabriel always knew before hand when this would occur and she reinforced her door with Charter marks.
The cooks tried to tempt Sabriel out of her room by wafting delicious smells of all her favourite foods under her door. They left plates of magnificently prepared feasts outside her door. Nothing would budge the heartbroken Abhorsen.
"Sabriel," Torrigan pleaded, "come on girlie, open the door, let me in." He leaned pitifully against the hard wood of the door. There was no answer, only the familiar silence. Finally Torrigan had had enough. Summoning the Charter marks for Breaking and Unlocking, Torrigan's nimble fingers manipulated the signs quickly.
The door knobs blew right off of the door. Pushing the doors open Torrigan's eyes roamed the room for the object of his affections. He saw her dark hair blowing in the wind of her open window. Her dark eyes glazed over, her arms wrapped around her slim figure. There was a deadened, grief-stricken look in her eyes.
Crossing the room in two strides he wrapped his arms around Sabriel. Turning slightly Sabriel buried her face into Torrigan's tunic and completely broke down. All her strength was drained, she could not hold off the tears any longer. Relieving all her anger, resentment, sorrow and grief into Torrigan's steady embrace, Sabriel calmed down.
"I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye," she sniffed, "I could have been there, helping him! This never would have happened if…" Torrigan cut her off.
"Sabriel, there was nothing you could have done, you would have been killed too," he whispered soothingly, his hands doing small circles on her back, " I bet you tried getting him back from Death didn't you?" She did not have to answer for him to know the answer.
After Torrigan had left Sabriel to her lonely thoughts, Sabriel reinforced the door with stronger Charter spells and continued her hermit hood. Day by day, Sabriel lay abed with her blankets pulled up to her chin, her heart aching. She had to push everyone away from her now, before she lost them, just like her father. That would mean the Queen, her friends from the College, even Torrigan.
Her thoughts lingered on Torrigan. He was such a good friend, it would hurt her most to push him away, but she never wanted to suffer like this again. If something happened to him now, she did not know if she could take it. If she pushed him away and suppressed her feelings for him, nothing could hurt her.
It was the only way…
Sabriel's plan went into action first thing in the morning. Whenever Torrigan would come close to her, she would brush him away with an arctic glance and then completely ignore the clueless young man.
"Your Majesty," Sabriel approached Queen Rachelle, "I request to take up my rightful position as Abhorsen."
A stunned silence greeted this rather abrupt statement. Torrigan's eyes went wide with a mixture of fury and anxiety for Sabriel's safety as he swiftly rose from his chair, ignoring its clatter as it crashed to the ground. Before Queen Rachelle could answer, Torrigan added in his two cents.
"Are you insane?!" his temper was rising, as was his voice, "what are you trying to prove Sabriel!? WHAT!" he grasped her shoulders tightly. Colder than the Clayr's Glacier, Sabriel turned her gaze unto the unfortunate young man and calms peeled his hands off of her. She smoothly stepped away from the shocked Torrigan and bowed before the Queen.
"I believe that the Dead have had far too long a break, I wish to cleanse the Kingdom of those who do not belong here." Sabriel's pale face was void of all emotion but her eyes revealed a burning sort of passion.
"It's not your fault your father died! Don't do this!!" Sabriel coolly turned towards Torrigan, her mouth set stubbornly.
"And would you rather have me here? To wait until the Dead take over the entire Kingdom until we are overrun in the palace?" her shoulders straightened a little and her head rose proudly, "You maybe be able to do that Torrigan, but I am not. I will not sit here and wait for the Dead to come to me."
"Sabriel," Queen Rachelle said softly, "I will not stop you from what you feel is your destiny," before Torrigan could utter a furious reply to this the Queen continued, "but I will say this, please don't throw your life away." Sabriel bowed, muttered a quiet thank you and left.
"Mother!! How could you….why would you…." Torrigan said, he voice softly fading into barely more than a whisper. Queen Rachelle gracefully got up from her chair and embraced her son. Everyone in the hall slipped out to give the royals their privacy.
"I am sorry, Torrigan," she sighed into his hair, "but I had to, she would only be more miserable if I had ordered her to stay, try to have some confidence in her skills dear."
"Then I'm going with her," he whispered. The Queen's grip on her son tightened protectively.
"That I cannot allow. With Rogir away, you are the only heir there is," she continued reluctantly, knowing with every words she was crushing her son's love stricken heart, "we need you here if something happens to Rogir, and besides, we don't have a back-up for the Royal Guard."
They stood there for a time. A mother trying to comfort her son after introducing him to the cruelty of injustice and the tight choker of duty, just as her mother had done for her. After Torrigan's shoulders had stopped shaking, he took deep, calming breaths, bowed to his mother and departed.
"I had to…" the Queen whispered to the wind as the dying sun blazed over the horizon, losing its battle against the impending night.
AN: sigh tis a sad day hugs Torrigan poor kid! i'm such a cruel writer!! REVIEW