Haha! My first Eragon fic! Read, review and enjoy!
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(A/N) author's note
Purity of Blood.
Chapter1: The start of a terrible friendship.
Pointless.
What was life anyway; a confusion of emotions and mad honour- ridden conclusions. People could go on for years without really realising their true porpoise, their true calling, their true identity. Without being able to find where you truly belong, life would be meaningless. It's just so….
… Pointless.
I sighed and cursed bitterly. This was so the last time that I ever volunteer for ANY assignment ever again. Beneath me, Shadow- storm snorted a stream of smoke showing clearly his annoyance from flying 20 miles in 8 hours. His mighty wings drove as closer to our destination, but not fast enough and so I was starting to get very, very hungry.
Touching my mind with his, I calmed him and reassured him that we'll be there soon enough. He snorted once again but I could feel his trust. I looked up at the sky, thousands of tiny flames dancing on the beautiful sapphire sheen made one acknowledge how unlucky some where to not be able to fly, to soar through the air with the same simplicity and agility of a falcon.
If I ever, ever try to persuade you again to leave on a quest ever again, kill me, it'll be far less torturing, I groaned ( thought actually, to Shadow- storm) I hated flying without food for even two minutes.
Shadow- storm chuckled, his voice rumbling through his throat. Rich, strong and full of vitality would be what some would describe him as, if they live long enough to recount the tale. You need rest little one, let us land the rider can wait, He advised. At any other time I might have complied but our mission was of out most importance and could not be delayed. Face hardening with re- found determination I shook my head as he steered out of the way of a towering tree. This… Eragon must be found and delivered to the "Council of Elements" (A/N I know, tacky but it fits in!) before the summer solstice. I was not going to fail my people.
I had jumped through 74 different worlds and dimensions, always looking for this particular dragon rider, but never finding him. It has grown to become extremely troublesome and tiring but giving up was not an option, it was worse than failing.
Muttering some words, I used up some of my last reserve of magic and called up a rotating picture of Eragon's head. I scowled. How was I supposed to find such a simple looking guy in between all those people in a battlefield? Impossible right? I looked up, angry at the entire freaking world for making me suffer like this. Then I saw it. A gigantic cloud of noxious gas was tainting the perfect blue sky. Adding to that was the strong smell of…
Blood, we both thought simultaneously. Finally, we found this Eragon's hiding place. Smirking with victory, we glided, as fast as we dared, towards the spot.
We heard them before we saw them.
Damned loud humans, no wonder they never win wars what with shouting as if they're freaking demented or something… I grumbled (you would learn by now that I'm not very nice if hungry…) Shadow- storm laughed, accidentally shooting a jet of flame as he did so.
We both stared dumbstruck, mouths wide open.
O-o-oh dear…
From beyond, we heard a voice cry, "Dragon! Dragon! Shadeslayer, help!"
Then came the arrows. Cursing so freaking harshly that Daddy would be proud of me, I steered Shadow- storm clear out of the way of the hail of death. I could have used magic, but what's the fun in that?
Making a vow of killing them all later, I reached out with my mind and contacted the leader of this little party of brainless twats, A.K.A The Varden, and found it only mildly guarded. Humph, and she's supposed to be the "leader"?
Cease fire! I am but only an ally, fire at me if you wish but be ready to lose a helping hand! I called out, trying to sound as trustworthy and true than I actually could. I could feel her surprise at how easily I was able to break her defences. HA! Foolish human, none can defeat my superior powers!
After a while she stopped squirming and relented as the message sunk in. Shadow- storm did a triple spin backwards so as to avoid being pierced like a porcupine. I flinched as the wind tore at my face, intent of over throwing me to the awaiting land below. Groaning, I lifted up my right arm and called out for them to stop. When no answer came, I shrugged. Oh well, I tried. So now I gots to kill them…
Smiling, I drew my arm up to my face, arm outstretched. I felt the magic rise in me, form into a ball in my palm and just itch to be released.
Sayonara losers, I thought, happy with the thought of these idiots dead.
Then the arrows stopped coming.
I blinked once, twice then thrice. I felt a presence tugging at my mind then let it draw in, frowning.
Stranger, you may land in Varden land, please be careful not to crush my soldiers, the presence said. Humph! As if Shadow- storm or I were so ungraceful so as to "crush" anyone… okay, maybe just one.
Shadow- storm landed, as graceful as a swan, and crouched so that I may descend. They all stared in awe at shadow- light, as if it were an "alien" or something. I rolled my eyes; humans can be so-o-o easy to entertain.
I coughed, getting the attention to me (okay, so I'm a little bit of an attention seeker, so screw me, isn't everyone?!). I held my head high and adopted a regal pose, just to make them all feel so freaking below me. I smiled in what I assumed was a friendly manner and said, "I request an audience with your… leader. Also, hurry it up. I haven't got all day you know!" I snapped, still holding the air of royalty in place.
Moments later a dark skinned female stepped forward. She walked with an air of command so I assumed she was the Varden's leader, Lady Nasuada. Her hair, the colour of black diamond, glistened as it caught the final beams of the month's last full moon; individual strands seemed to absorb the light so in the end her hair seemed to shine like a halo, encircling her head.
Her eyes bore into me, as if trying to read my very soul. Her eyes were frightening; they were the deepest of brown, nearly black. A void that would change from black- hole- like to welcoming in an instant, according to whether you were friend or foe.
Her eyes narrowed as she took in my appearance, as if she disapproved. Hello?! I mean what she staring at? It's not like I'm ugly or something. I adjusted my stance and looked towards her haughtily. If she wants a staring contest then boy has she got one coming.
Something flickered in her eyes, amusement I think. She swept her gaze from me to Shadow- storm. I had to hand it to her, most people either flinched and lowered their gaze, finding out that they really had to go to the bathroom a minute later or started screaming and spouting bull- shit about how the god's were angry and they should worship us, all whilst they ran around in circles. But n-o-o-o, she just blinked twice and then resumed annoying look- at- me- I'm- so- powerful stance. I had a sudden urge to make up some stupid spell like "ABRACADABRA! Bitch be gone!" there was something about this girl that triggered female rivalry, don't know what but I'll sure be glad when I leave this dimension behind me.
I tried putting on my most radiant smile. "I wish to speak with Eragon, it is of the most importance and can not be delayed any longer. Please grant me an audience immediately." Uugh! Speaking in this old English was driving me nuts! Still, I kept on a sincere face as I awaited their replay. Nasuada opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, there was the sudden sound of wing beats. We all looked up, all expectantly. I smiled.
Not bad, nice dragon, crappy rider but it'll do. I told Shadow- storm. He fixed an unwavering eye on the descending duo whilst nodding his finely sculpted head, firmly agreeing with me. When they landed, the boy Eragon dismounted and fixed his gaze on us. He bowed his head, as did the dragon, Saphira.
"And an audience you shall have." Eragon stated. I smiled, broader this time. I just knew this would be a start of a BEAUTIFUL friendship.