Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has supported
me so far in this fic. My reviewers, friends, and betas. Even the other
writers on fanfiction.net whose works have sprouted new ideas in my brain.
They say that a person's writing reflects their soul: open the door unto
mine
random-candle: Thank you for the review, and hopefully you will enjoy the rest as I put it up.
Elven Nimue: Thank you for the suggestion. I hope the next few chapters are more clear and descriptive. If not, let me know and I will work on them a bit more.
Inkblot: Thanks for the review! Sorry about not updating for a while!
EvilGenius92389: Thank you for being such a great ff.net friend! Sorry I haven't updated this in a while, and sorry I haven't been able to talk on aim recently. I'm glad you like the Dog so far, and I will try to keep her in character.
Phoenix: Thanks for the review! If you read the next few chapters, you will understand the blood price a little better...well, maybe not. But everything will turn out okay. Nehemia is actually Lirael's sword, and it changes names after the whole Orannis thing, and the fact that it has to be fixed. A bit confusing, I know. LOL.
Swanny: Thank you for the advice. I wish Word wouldn't do that . I am also going to read your fic, so don't feel alone!
Child-like fantasy: Thanks for the review!
Kitai Shinsei: Thanks for the review! I will try and update more often.
Rikushun: Thank you! I hope you like it as I continue.
And now, to the actual chapter
Kirel took a gulp of fresh air as she was reunited with her body in life. Icicles fell from her lips and ears as she collapsed to her knees. Her mother was gone – gone! And now Kirel would have to go home alone.
The dog suddenly appeared in a surge of frigid air. She walked over and licked Kirel's face.
"Get off me you stupid dog!" Kirel said, turning away.
"I wouldn't worry about her for now. Either way, she'll be back eventually. An Abhorsen never leaves until her time. Now, we have to be going. I would rather stay and find dinner, but Lirael promised you would be back to Belesaire by dusk.
"How did you know that?" Kirel asked, forgetting about her mother for a few moments.
"Yr- I mean Mogget told me."
"Mogget? You mean Aunt Sabriel's white cat? But...weren't you in Death?"
"What does it matter? Mogget hides many secrets. And yes, I am talking about your grandmother's cat." The dog replied.
"Lirael said he's a pain in the butt normally," Kirel began, "but personally, he's not too bad if you like cats. And Sabriel's not my grandmother. She's my aunt."
"Of course," the dog said. "Now, Mogget. A very large pain in the behind. The Betrayer." She shuddered. "Your father always said-"
"My father?" Kirel interrupted,
"Mmm. That's besides the point. I know all about what your mother said, so we'll have to find a quick way back to Belesaire. I suggest you make a charter-skin. While it will take a few hours, I'm sure it will be worth your while."
"A charter-skin?! But Dog, I don't even know how to make one."
"Oh my," the Dog sighed. "You are behind. By your age, your mother was awakening much more dangerous things than a charter-skin. Like me, for example. Well, girl, don't stand there forever. Hop on my back."
Kirel shrugged and climbed on the Dog's back, attempting to steady herself between the shoulder blades. She wondered how in the Charter they would be back by dusk. Suddenly the dog's fur rippled, almost knocking Kirel off, had she not grabbed the Dog's collar quickly. Wings sprouted like Charter- grown plants and grew to the size of large road signs. The Dog's back lengthened as well. In a few moments, she no longer looked like a dog – an onlooker would have described the dog as a bird, carrying a small passenger.
The Dog took off without warning and speeded into the air, headed for Belesaire.
random-candle: Thank you for the review, and hopefully you will enjoy the rest as I put it up.
Elven Nimue: Thank you for the suggestion. I hope the next few chapters are more clear and descriptive. If not, let me know and I will work on them a bit more.
Inkblot: Thanks for the review! Sorry about not updating for a while!
EvilGenius92389: Thank you for being such a great ff.net friend! Sorry I haven't updated this in a while, and sorry I haven't been able to talk on aim recently. I'm glad you like the Dog so far, and I will try to keep her in character.
Phoenix: Thanks for the review! If you read the next few chapters, you will understand the blood price a little better...well, maybe not. But everything will turn out okay. Nehemia is actually Lirael's sword, and it changes names after the whole Orannis thing, and the fact that it has to be fixed. A bit confusing, I know. LOL.
Swanny: Thank you for the advice. I wish Word wouldn't do that . I am also going to read your fic, so don't feel alone!
Child-like fantasy: Thanks for the review!
Kitai Shinsei: Thanks for the review! I will try and update more often.
Rikushun: Thank you! I hope you like it as I continue.
And now, to the actual chapter
Kirel took a gulp of fresh air as she was reunited with her body in life. Icicles fell from her lips and ears as she collapsed to her knees. Her mother was gone – gone! And now Kirel would have to go home alone.
The dog suddenly appeared in a surge of frigid air. She walked over and licked Kirel's face.
"Get off me you stupid dog!" Kirel said, turning away.
"I wouldn't worry about her for now. Either way, she'll be back eventually. An Abhorsen never leaves until her time. Now, we have to be going. I would rather stay and find dinner, but Lirael promised you would be back to Belesaire by dusk.
"How did you know that?" Kirel asked, forgetting about her mother for a few moments.
"Yr- I mean Mogget told me."
"Mogget? You mean Aunt Sabriel's white cat? But...weren't you in Death?"
"What does it matter? Mogget hides many secrets. And yes, I am talking about your grandmother's cat." The dog replied.
"Lirael said he's a pain in the butt normally," Kirel began, "but personally, he's not too bad if you like cats. And Sabriel's not my grandmother. She's my aunt."
"Of course," the dog said. "Now, Mogget. A very large pain in the behind. The Betrayer." She shuddered. "Your father always said-"
"My father?" Kirel interrupted,
"Mmm. That's besides the point. I know all about what your mother said, so we'll have to find a quick way back to Belesaire. I suggest you make a charter-skin. While it will take a few hours, I'm sure it will be worth your while."
"A charter-skin?! But Dog, I don't even know how to make one."
"Oh my," the Dog sighed. "You are behind. By your age, your mother was awakening much more dangerous things than a charter-skin. Like me, for example. Well, girl, don't stand there forever. Hop on my back."
Kirel shrugged and climbed on the Dog's back, attempting to steady herself between the shoulder blades. She wondered how in the Charter they would be back by dusk. Suddenly the dog's fur rippled, almost knocking Kirel off, had she not grabbed the Dog's collar quickly. Wings sprouted like Charter- grown plants and grew to the size of large road signs. The Dog's back lengthened as well. In a few moments, she no longer looked like a dog – an onlooker would have described the dog as a bird, carrying a small passenger.
The Dog took off without warning and speeded into the air, headed for Belesaire.