Wedding crashers (for amonfire

[bindsthedead]

Belisaere in summer was a beautiful place. It would take years before the city was returned to its former glory, but the Great Stones had been repaired, almost all the Dead had been banished or driven out, and repairs and expansion of the aqueducts were underway.

There was also a wedding. The Royal Palace had been partially refurbished, with particular attention payed to the Great Hall, where the ceremony was being held. Broken glass had been replaced, ash washed away and burnt wood replaced with polished oak.

Sabriel herself was more occupied with her duties as Abhorsen than with arranging the wedding- particularly with her new guest to look after. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd done it, but at least Amon was alive- and though she knew no way to return him to his own world, she could help him start a new life in this one.

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[bindsthedead]

He didn't need to tell her twice. Symbols were quickly drawn up, and lines of golden fire ran between the four cardinal marks a few seconds before the first Gore Crow dived. Sabriel watched it writhe on the grass, Charter Magic eating through the body to leave only a little dot of writhing shadow.

Splitting a spirit into many fragments generally did its intelligence no favors- at least half the flock had dived after the first one, and golden flames arced above Sabriel's head.

"I suppose it's too much to hope that one of them will fall into the river," Sabrel muttered as she tried to calm the horses down and soothe her own rattled nerves.

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[amonfire]

Metallic and burning taste infected the back of his tongue once the gore crows broke through the treeline; the charter mark branded on his forehead a constant reminder of the constant as it was constant tang of Free Magic.

"You will never touch her!" Noatak bellowed in pain, barbaric as he drew the symbols for rest as he drew a wave from the water with his bending in unison to the magic inflicted upon him. A wall of water was thrown up and cascaded against the formation of gore crows that made a bee line for Sabriel.

Exploding in a burst of silver fire they never reached the shoreline as Noatak demonstrated the full fury of waterbending and the Charter in one fell swoop. Shouting like a madman he threw almost the entire current of the river over them. Nothing would come close to Sabriel so long as he drew breath; his mark a brazen light in the coming darkness.