Shur'tagal Weohnata Rïsa
James woke to his fathers voice. The voice that terrorised his childhood. At the age of 16 he still cowered beneath him, his body still shook and his heartbeat still hammered before him. Whenever he heard that voice he turned into something useless, unable to move for fear of a bashing. His father always had these uncontrollable fits when he or his mother did something wrong. For thats what his father told him. He knew his mother must have done something wrong because James knew that he was innocent of blame, he did everything father asked that night.
As he lay there in his bed with his blanket wrapped tightly around him, as if to provide some protection he heard his mothers scream. Unable to do anything James laid there hyperventilating when the thud of his mothers footsteps followed by the louder thuds of his father travelled closer towards his room.
His door flew open and his mother flew inside and attempted to close the door. Her breathing was ragged and came out in bursts of sobs. "run" she moaned. as she tried to hold the door. Her efforts were short lived as her father knocked the door back and bowled his mother over. "NOOO"she screamed. "Leave him please" she cried. A gasp escaped her then and in a she whispered something unknown that couldn't be heard. His mother hit the ground and a pool of blood growing around her. His father stood there holding a knife, a manic face stared him down. something inside James broke then. It was something that had always been sealed and from that he felt an energy fueled by pure anger.
James screamed then, and it was a horrible scream for it contained all the resentment and hatred and loss that he had. He longed for one thing, his fathers death.
All that anger seem to pour out of him and he actually felt like he was losing energy. And yet it seemed that energy was going to his father, a look of pain creased his forehead. When James felt so weak he could barely stand his fathers head quite literally popped like a balloon. He couldn't process what he just happened. It could have been shock or exhaustion for he couldn't stand. James collapsed on the ground and as he was about to pass out all his anger dissipated; and what was left was longing. Longing for a different life, one where he could be happy. And the last thing he saw were different streams of colours wrapping around him.
Eragon's POV:
Anxiety gnawed at Eragon as he finished talking to Nasuada through the enchanted mirror. There is nothing you can do eragon, so why worry.
Because Saphira, how am I suppose to train a new generation of riders if there are no riders, the eggs didn't hatch for any dwarves or urgals and have been with the humans and elves for another year and still nothing. His sigh of frustration also voiced to Saphira through his mental link.
It took twenty years for me to hatch, every year I was transported between Du Weldenvarded and the varden. Give them time Eragon. Let them choose who is right for them, had I chosen someone else the outcome of the war would most likely be very different.
Her calming voice and organised logic calmed Eraon down slightly, yet his anxiety still tightened around him as if to sqaush his body of life. Go talk to the eldunari, they will calm your mind little one.
Eragon heeded her advice and made to leave his office, with a glancing look back he surveyed the office. everything had a purpose, a wooden desk, plain furniture. he never wanted anything lavish and expensive.
There is not much more I can add onto what Saphira's already said. Stated the gold dragon. They will hatch Eragon, of that I am sure.
Thank you ebrithil, I just feel like time has ceased to flow. Day in Day out, the same thing happens. Nothing changes and I feel like I need to be helping in someway.
You will, just give it time, you know your purpose, have patience and be content in waiting for the time being.
Finishing his connection with Glaedr Eragon turned to walk away but an explosion knocked him backwards. Eragon was a disorientated but he managed to stand up and face the explosion. the area was covered in smoke and situated directly inbetween the two rows of shelves holding the eldunari and the eggs. He knew the eggs or eldunari wouldn't fall because he had placed spells so that in the event of an earthquake of some sort nothing would break. Yet as the smoke cleared and he saw the boy lying in a crater similar to the one he found Saphira's egg in, a single egg from the highest shelf rolled and fell. Hitting the ground with a resounding crack next to the boys head. Eragon could see no damage to the egg, it was in fact the marble floors which were damaged.
Eragon drew Brisingr to be safe and started to approach the boy, he took him to be roughly 16. Fit, but not well muscled compared to most boys his age. Eragon contacted Saphira to come as fast as she can. As Eragon footsteps echoed through hall, they boys eyes tore open and he gasped for air as if he'd been drowning. He looked around the room with a look of utter confusion. He saw the egg and reached out to it, which sent adrenaline coursing through Eragon's veins. STOP! Eragon screamed, fearful for damage to come to any of the eggs. Sprinting forward he hoped to get there in time and as he was about to jump on the boy he heard a crack.
James POV:
He knew not where he was, he was surrounded by hundreds of stones, coming in every colour there is. He didn't much care for their beauty he just wanted to get home, father will be furious. Then he remembered that dream that he had. It felt so vivid, so real and he still felt that longing and sadness for something better. Looking over to his right he saw one of the stones next to him. But this one, in his opinion was far more beautiful than the others. it was predominantly a light shade of green, flecked with blue and he found it odd how similar they were to his eyes. Maybe it was because of that, that he felt the need to touch it.
Reaching out with his left hand he sought to touch the stone when a shout to stop vibrated through his ears. Ignoring it he touched his hand on the stone and he heard a resounding crack!
lines split through the stone, no not stone, an egg! He'd never seen an egg this size before. it was about fifty cenimetres in length on the long end. The egg continued to break and split and a peace of the egg popped up. Inside was something he'd only known of in stories and movies was, well it was a dragon. The baby dragon matched the egg in colour and was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The dragon looked at him curiously and talk a wobbly step towards him. James touched it with his left hand and felt an icy energy course through him. The pain continued for several seconds longer and James related the energy to that of his dream.
As the pain subsided he felt something else touch his mind. It was intelligent but alien, and contained an aura of curiosness and happiness. Emotions flowed through him that he couldn't remember feeling, it was beautiful. His entranced like state would have continued had not a man's voice interrupted him. "Who are you?". It was filled with wonder and joy. Turning around James studied the mans face, it was sharp and angular and probably the most beautiful person he's ever seen, yet he was accompanied with pointy ears. Surprise and wonder swirled around his brain as it dawned on him that this man was an elf. However James noticed the sword in the elf's hands and feared for his new friend and wrapped his hands tightly around the dragon.
The elf noticed it and stated calmly "I won't hurt you, my name is Eragon Shadeslayer, I am a dragon rider like you've just become, now tell me, who are you"
Eragon POV:
The boy was fearful that much he could tell but he managed to stutter out "J-J-James, sir. May I ask where I am".
"Mount Argnor", Eragon replied. A steady rhythm of beats signified Saphira's arrival. "Now don't panic James, but my dragon Saphira will arrive any second. Do you hear that? She's quite big, it's amazing how much they grow. I remember when Saphira was that small. One day your little dragon will be her size, where are you from James?
The boy was shaking with fear as if he expected me to attack him, Eragon wondered what type of upbringing caused him to be like this.
"The Sunshine Coast, can you tell me where Mount Argnor is?" the boy questioned.
Eragon was perplexed, he'd never heard of this 'Sunshine Coast' before and he'd travelled all across Alagaësia. What confused him even more was his clothing, he hadn't taken notice until now but it was nothing he'd ever seen before. He had long pants of a dark blue fabric he was unknown to and his shirt was pure white also of a mysterious material. But on the shirt was a blood stain and he knew not who's it was.
Saphira glided through the sky landing just outside the hall. The boy's eyes flashed across to hers and didn't move. A dragon was an amazing thing to behold but also daunting when faced with something so large. She was as beautiful as ever with her saphire blue scales refracting the light and sending sparkles everywhere. Saphira walked to stand before them and the boy's dragon was extremely intrigued by her.
"James are you injured?" Eragon asked.
"No, why?" replied James a little worried.
"There's blood on your shirt" and with that James looked down. Noticing the blood something seemed to click within him. he started breathing really fast, his eyes moved a million miles a second looking for a way out. "James if you don't slow your breathing you will pass out", Eragon said. But he didn't seem to hear him. His breathing got faster still until he just collapsed. The small dragon appeared worried and rubbed his head against the boy. Eragon frowned, concern showing on his face. Saphira can you carry him to the infirmary.
Of course little one. It seems you got what you asked for.