This is gonna be good!!! ^^ Thank you everyone who has reviewed! You have encouraged me to continue typing up my story. This is short but it was pretty fun to write. I don't like Carrions' grandmother, she's creepy... well then again so is Carrion but somehow he is much cooler. ^^ I don't own the Abarat or the characters (but if I did.... hmmmm ^^ the world wouldn't be a sane place after that ;) And I don't own anything that it may seem like I do I just own a random mind that decided to write a story cuz I get bored on the trolley every morning. So if you sue me I will get Carrion to kill you with his nightmares ^^ lol! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

He quietly slid out of Candy's room and stomped down the hall, determined to confirm his theory once and for all. He entered a great dark room filled with all sorts of dark magical items. Carrion picked a glass globe from the shelves and set it on a stand in the middle of the room. He waved his hand over it while saying a few words in ancient Abaratian. He then spoke his grandmothers name.

An instant later Mater Motley's face appeared in the Christal ball. "What's wrong?" she asked bluntly. Never one for pleasantries that woman. "Why didn't you tell me?" Christopher seethed. Mater Motley looked away, feigning boredom, "Now what are you babbling about?" "THE GIRL!!!" His grandmother flinched at the venom in his voice and the anger she could see in his eyes. "WHY didn't you TELL ME???"

"Calm down child, it was for the best..."

"THE BEST?!? I have been suffering for what I have done! Regretting the choice and mourning that I would never see her again AND SHE WAS ALIVE THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!" His grandmother bowed her head, waiting for her grandsons rage to pass.

He could be such a fool sometimes, letting that girl take hold of his heart the first time was folly enough but to let her do it again would put all their hard work in danger of extermination. She would have to find a way to turn this to her advantage. 'Oh yes' she thought to herself. ' I will use this silly hereafter girl to help me accomplish what I have been planning all my life.' As she turned back to Carrion she noticed that he was gone. 'Silly fool, not even bothering to say goodbye to his own grandmother' she thought sulkily as she continued stitching away on her army of the Night.

Carrion stalked away fuming. She had no right to withhold such information from him. He would find a way to take his revenge but first he had to check up on his guest.