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From Here Ever After	By : JokersGirl3 Category: A through F > Abarat Views: 1952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Abarat and its characters belong to Clive Barker. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Babilonium
- 2-Blane
- 3-Pixler
- 4-Low
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“No time!”
The strange girl said, glancing over her other, scarlet clad
shoulder. The crowd was parting behind them, rather forcibly, as
three large men with blue striped skin came charging after the two
girls.

“Get her!”

“Thief!”

“Pirate!”
They screamed, their faces suffused with an angry red, the tendons
and veins bulging in their necks. Celeste’s eyes grew wide and
round at that proclamation, though she really had no choice in being
a passenger. Was she a hostage? No. It really wouldn’t do much
to threaten these men with her safety. They didn’t even know
her. Hell, they probably thought her an accomplice. She couldn’t
help but laugh to herself at the situation. It reminded her of those
cartoons where one character was dragged resignedly along for a wild
ride. So now she was a resigned cartoon character. It fit with this
strange world.

They bounded along for
what seemed like ages, the screaming striped men never far behind.
Laughter and song and the jingling of the chain of baubles filled
Celeste’s ears. Smells assaulted her too, some pleasant and
familiar, like cotton candy and popcorn, some not so familiar nor
nearly so sweet. There was sweat and rotten fruit and raw meat.
Colors and shapes whizzed by and once again she wished she was
allowed to travel at her regular dreamy pace to take it all in.

And then abruptly they
came to a halt between two ratty old canvass tents that seemed
attached somehow to wheel-less wagons. They were probably used as
dressing rooms. She barely had time to decide this when she was
dumped unceremoniously on the ground so her abductor could take a
good look at what she had kidnapped. Celeste was about to complain
loudly, but stopped. At least now she could take a good look in
return.

She was tall and slim,
shapely for certain, but her curves were mostly hidden by a scarlet
shirt with bloused sleeves. She wore a veritable dragon’s hoard
of jewelry, gems, gold, silver, hoops and chains and pendants. Her
hair was wild and stood on end most of the time, dancing like flame,
the illusion added to by the faint blue feathers that danced in her
locks. Her skin was pale and shone like pearls.

At the moment she was
busy untangling Celeste from whatever she had stolen, muttering to
herself all the while, cocking her head this way and that as she
puzzled the knots. Next to this bird of paradise, Celeste felt drab
and insubstantial. She was neither very tall not incredibly round in
the breast. Her clothes were flowing and creamy, a skirt and peasant
top. Her skin, like this strange girl’s was pale as porcelain,
but lacked the pearlescent sheen. In comparison she looked the like
the underside of a dead fish and her hair, a pale, silvery blond,
seemed simply colorless. She felt at that moment as little more than
a white shadow.

It hit her with the
force of a blow. That’s how she had felt all her life. She
simply drifted by, like a ghost, unseen. She almost resented this
beautiful, colorful girl for being the bearer of this revelation. Of
course, in a world that seemed to reflect this girl, it would have
come sooner or later. She blew a low sigh and gazed down at the
dirt. That was still brown. At least something else was drab too. She
didn’t feel so alone that way.

“Why are you
looking so sad?” The girl’s raucous voice burst into her
self pity. “Look, I didn’t even see you, I didn’t
mean to plow you over. I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”
She said and Celeste chanced a look up at her.

“You didn’t
see me?” She asked softly.

“No. I was busy
running.” She explained simply, shrugging her shoulders
expressively. Celeste found herself grinning slightly at her. She
was so energetic, so straightforward. It was a nice change from
Chickentown. Despite her earlier resentment, she found herself
rising to her feet to try and make a friend. She’d need one.

“I really am
sorry.” The girl insisted, cocking her head to one side in a
decidedly avian manner.

“Its alright.”
She said, brushing her hair back from her face. “I’m
Celeste.” She offered, holding out her small, slender hand.

“Blane.” The
girl replied with a wide grin, shaking her hand enthusiastically.
“What hour are you from?”

“Hour?”

“Oh lordy Lou!”
She said, rolling her dark eyes. Then she froze and peered intently
at her. “Where are you from?” She asked again, hands on
her hips.

“Minnesota.”
Celeste replied, bewildered. Did this mean she’d at least get a
few answers to where she was?

“That’s not
in the Abarat.” Blane said positively. “You’re from
the Hereafter.”

Celeste stared at her
blankly a moment, and then nodded for her to continue. If she thought
she’s get some answers she was dead wrong. She got a torrent!
She had somehow found herself in a world where each hour of the day
had its own island, and it was always that time of day there, except
at the 25th hour, also called Odom’s Spire, which was a time
out of time. It was called the Abarat and the sea that had brought
her was called the sea of Isabella.

“You’re on
Babilonium right now, which is at six in the evening.” Blane
was saying. They had seated themselves on barrels and the girl from
Hoborookus, which was at one in the afternoon, seemed delighted with
her audience. Celeste was equally enchanted by the world she had
found herself in and soaked up every detail.

“Can we go see the
rest of the Island?” Celeste asked wistfully once Blane had
finished. “And the others too?” She wanted to take in as
much as she could, perhaps even stay. How could she return to
Chickentown after this? How could she go back to the small minded,
bitter, people who seemed to care more about chickens than each
other? No. She was better off here. To her immense satisfaction, her
new friend smiled broadly.

“Sure!” She
said. “I wanted a chance to see what my ship could do anyway!
C’mon, we’ll go get some shepherd’s pie and ale
before we start trooping about. I’m starving!”

Celeste nodded avidly,
suddenly aware of the churning hunger in her own stomach. Despite
this she felt a curious surge of joy. She was someplace new! Sure
there were things she’d miss in the hereafter, the music she
grew up with, her books and other things. But, it was a wonderful
feeling, being able to start anew.
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