FORGET-ME-NOT

Summary: The story of how Lirael's sword, Nehima, came to be made. What if Nehima was a real person? What if she wasn't forgotten?

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, did not make up Nehima's name. Garth Nix did that. Oh, yeah, and anything else in here that has some sort of relation to the trilogy does not belong to me.......it rhymes!!!

Chapter One

A girl walked out of the shadows. Her face was pale, almost silver in the moonlight. Her vibrant green eyes seemed to glow with an unseen brilliance, and her white-gold hair cascaded down her back. She stood still and listened to the wind.

"Nehima," it called, and then said her name yet again. "Nehima."

Nehima strode purposefully into a house. A man was waiting there, the Charter marks around him fading away. "You heard me, Nehima?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. "Now, you must stop all this nonsense!" he cried, pointing a finger at her.

Nehima answered sweetly, "What nonsense Father? What has displeased you so?"

Her father said, "You know what nonsense! Thirty-two Charter stones were broken by you in this month alone! I forbid you to leave this house, seeing that you refuse to be reunited with the Charter."

Nehima's face fell. "But, Father –"

"No buts, Nehima! You will do as I say! Do you understand?"

She looked at the floor, not meeting his eyes. "Yes, Father," Nehima said.

The next day her father left the house, putting the strongest Charter-spell of binding and closure that he knew upon it. Inside, Nehima smiled and spoke a Free Magic spell. Her father was one of the most powerful Charter mages around, but she was stronger.

Ten minutes later, a young woman climbed out through a window, a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

A/N: Hehehe, a cliffie!!! Ooooo, I feel so evil! Anyways, please pleasE pleaSE pleASE plEASE pLEASE PLEASE review!!! Its very simple, you know. If anyone here doesn't know how to review, email me and I'll give you instructions.