Afterlife
By Otakuprincess
Author's Note: Well, I'm glad everyone likes the storyline so far. You get to find out a few more things this chapter, so you better review. ;; I may have to go into hiding once you find out who Kirel's father is.
A few hours later, the palace was silent, except for the tap of the Dog's footsteps on the granite floor. She was looking intently for Mogget, no doubt curled up by a fireplace somewhere. Indeed, she found him in the Abhorsen's and King's room, on the fleece rug by the fire.
"Yrael. I've been looking everywhere for you. Everywhere!"
The god quickly changed back into her human form, and grabbed Mogget's collar. Ranna, the tiny bell on Mogget's collar, began to ring, but Kibeth quickly stilled its song.
"Yrael! Wake up!"
"mmmmm"
Kibeth growled and stabbed her nails into Mogget's tail. He awoke in a frenzy, bolting upright and sucking on his tail.
"Grrr....stupid Kibeth! That hurt a lot, you know."
"You better watch it Yrael, or I'll be throwing you in the moat later." Kibeth responded.
"Yeah? Well, get me some fish while you're at it." Mogget said.
"Yeah, right. Now tell me – where is Prince Sameth? You promised he would be here." Kibeth asked.
"Yeah, I guess I promised wrong, then." Mogget replied, completely indifferent to Kibeth's anger.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
"Gone. Ran off nine years ago. Haven't seen him since." Mogget said lamely.
"YRAEL!"
Kibeth's yelling was pointless however – Mogget had fallen asleep under Ranna's soft melody. Somehow, Kibeth was going to have to find Prince Sameth on her own.
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The necromancer pulled Lirael out of the water, slinging her weak form over his shoulder. He carried her down the river, all the way back to the border of Life and Death. Lirael didn't have the power to move, let alone fight back. Being taken out of Death by a necromancer was her worst fear. Not only was the blood price not going to be honored, but Lirael was the Abhorsen. Many were out to put her to their own personal use.
"Come on, Lirael. I'll get you out of here." The necromancer said.
"No...I will bind...." Lirael was cut off as she was pulled back into Life by strong, supple arms.
Awakening once more in her body, Lirael felt her hands warm up. The weightlessness of her surcoat without her bell bandolier and Aunden was astounding – it felt as if she had lost a best friend. Even without protection, Lirael stood up to face the necromancer who had taken her from Death. She could tell now that he was definitely male, despite the cloak that hid his face. An unusual aura surrounded him, confirming Lirael's suspicion that he was very powerful.
"Speak, foolish Necromancer. I am the Abhorsen, and I am not to be disturbed. Even without the bells, I can still bind you."
"Ah, Lady Lirael. Still, as always, you could bind me. The question is, would you choose to?" The Necromancer asked.
"Why would I not? My job is to bind the once dead, as well as foolish necromancers that work against me. Now, cut the drama. Get this over with." Lirael said angrily.
The necromancer smiled and removed his hood. Beneath it, a silver mask covered his face. And yet, it seemed to move along with his jaw, as if added in liquid form. He suddenly lunged out and grabbed Lirael's arm, pulling her into a tight embrace. He took off his mask too quickly for Lirael to see him properly, and reached down, kissing Lirael passionately on the lips.
Memories flooded Lirael's head. She wanted to get away, and yet something held her back. She thought of Chlorr of the Mark and the men in the glacier, and still no brilliant ideas came to mind. She was trapped, and somehow she never wanted to leave. Suddenly, Charter marks and Free Magic exploded in array of light and power. For some reason, Lirael didn't realize who the necromancer was, though she should have known.
Author's Note: Well, I'm glad everyone likes the storyline so far. You get to find out a few more things this chapter, so you better review. ;; I may have to go into hiding once you find out who Kirel's father is.
A few hours later, the palace was silent, except for the tap of the Dog's footsteps on the granite floor. She was looking intently for Mogget, no doubt curled up by a fireplace somewhere. Indeed, she found him in the Abhorsen's and King's room, on the fleece rug by the fire.
"Yrael. I've been looking everywhere for you. Everywhere!"
The god quickly changed back into her human form, and grabbed Mogget's collar. Ranna, the tiny bell on Mogget's collar, began to ring, but Kibeth quickly stilled its song.
"Yrael! Wake up!"
"mmmmm"
Kibeth growled and stabbed her nails into Mogget's tail. He awoke in a frenzy, bolting upright and sucking on his tail.
"Grrr....stupid Kibeth! That hurt a lot, you know."
"You better watch it Yrael, or I'll be throwing you in the moat later." Kibeth responded.
"Yeah? Well, get me some fish while you're at it." Mogget said.
"Yeah, right. Now tell me – where is Prince Sameth? You promised he would be here." Kibeth asked.
"Yeah, I guess I promised wrong, then." Mogget replied, completely indifferent to Kibeth's anger.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
"Gone. Ran off nine years ago. Haven't seen him since." Mogget said lamely.
"YRAEL!"
Kibeth's yelling was pointless however – Mogget had fallen asleep under Ranna's soft melody. Somehow, Kibeth was going to have to find Prince Sameth on her own.
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The necromancer pulled Lirael out of the water, slinging her weak form over his shoulder. He carried her down the river, all the way back to the border of Life and Death. Lirael didn't have the power to move, let alone fight back. Being taken out of Death by a necromancer was her worst fear. Not only was the blood price not going to be honored, but Lirael was the Abhorsen. Many were out to put her to their own personal use.
"Come on, Lirael. I'll get you out of here." The necromancer said.
"No...I will bind...." Lirael was cut off as she was pulled back into Life by strong, supple arms.
Awakening once more in her body, Lirael felt her hands warm up. The weightlessness of her surcoat without her bell bandolier and Aunden was astounding – it felt as if she had lost a best friend. Even without protection, Lirael stood up to face the necromancer who had taken her from Death. She could tell now that he was definitely male, despite the cloak that hid his face. An unusual aura surrounded him, confirming Lirael's suspicion that he was very powerful.
"Speak, foolish Necromancer. I am the Abhorsen, and I am not to be disturbed. Even without the bells, I can still bind you."
"Ah, Lady Lirael. Still, as always, you could bind me. The question is, would you choose to?" The Necromancer asked.
"Why would I not? My job is to bind the once dead, as well as foolish necromancers that work against me. Now, cut the drama. Get this over with." Lirael said angrily.
The necromancer smiled and removed his hood. Beneath it, a silver mask covered his face. And yet, it seemed to move along with his jaw, as if added in liquid form. He suddenly lunged out and grabbed Lirael's arm, pulling her into a tight embrace. He took off his mask too quickly for Lirael to see him properly, and reached down, kissing Lirael passionately on the lips.
Memories flooded Lirael's head. She wanted to get away, and yet something held her back. She thought of Chlorr of the Mark and the men in the glacier, and still no brilliant ideas came to mind. She was trapped, and somehow she never wanted to leave. Suddenly, Charter marks and Free Magic exploded in array of light and power. For some reason, Lirael didn't realize who the necromancer was, though she should have known.