Pain's Mistresses: An Eragon Fan Fiction
Disclaimer:I do not own Eragon (obviously), nor do I own the Mord-Sith. Those honors go to Christopher Paolini and Terry Good kind, respectively.
Also, this is rated T for violence, and because the Mord-Sith are…kiiinda…shall we say, very good at pain.
One more thing. This is my first Fanfic, so if I'm really bad, feel free to tell me, but try and do it in a way that will help me improve. Thank you, and enjoy. (p.s. these Mord-Sith are based on the book, not the telly)
Chapter 1: The Cry
Whaaahh…whaaaahhh… The thin, reedy sound reached Intyl's ears as she grubbed for food in the undergrowth. She stood upright, hunting for the source. Creeping stealthily though the shrubbery, she closed in. All at once, she stopped, surprised. A piteous scene sprawled in front of her. A massive bear lay on its side, blood dripping from the dagger in its neck. The man holding the knife lay with his gut in shreds, a woman with similar injuries lying off to one side. And in the middle of it all lay a small child, bawling. After blinking several times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating from hunger, Intyl walked into the clearing and picked up the child awkwardly. Taking a deep breath, she put a small silver whistle to her lips and blew. An eerie, ringing shriek rang out across the woods, silencing the baby, who cocked his head with a little mewl of bewilderment.
After about five minutes, three more women walked out of the woods. "What is all this, Intyl?" one of them said. "I believe it is a bear attack, Cara." Intyl said dryly. Cara pursed her lips. "I can see that much. I meant what are we to do. We cannot help, since they are already dead."
"Not all." Intyl replied as she revealed the child. "This boy-child lives. If we leave him, though, soon he will not." At this, the three women spoke in unison. "No. Absolutely not." A tall, slender women continued. "Cara, be reasonable. We are Mord-Sith, not nannies. We cannot care for a child. We do not know how, even if we were so inclined."
"I will not abandon an innocent child, Anna. And have you forgotten? We are not who we once were. We have broken free of the king, and should we not abandon our old, heartless ways, at least enough for this? Nora, what it your view?"
Nora spoke slowly. "Well… I think we should keep him. But if we do, we must train him in our ways, but we should, of course, skip…certain…areas." The others, even Intyl, stared at her. "I mean, I know there's never been a male Mord-Sith, but only the four of us made it out of Urubaen…four, out of forty Mord-Sith…so should we not take every opportunity to keep our ancient ways alive?"
The others all looked at each other, then drew off a bit and sank into deep thought. After almost an hour had passed, by unspoken accord, they gathered again. Cara stood, and, gazing at each in turn, finally settled her stare apon the child. "So be it, then. From this day forward, there shall be five Mord-Sith. Let the child be called, Rahl."