This story contains my own characters and most of the amazing writer, Christopher Paolini's people.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Christopher Paolini's characters.
I hope everyone enjoys my story. It was a spur of the moment thing:)
Summary: One minute, she was moving. The next, everything was still; Down to the leaf falling from the tree tops to the earth. Not knowing where this journey would take her, she accepts the only thing offered, and with a flash, knew no more.
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Motion That Froze
Prologue: Decisons
Our story begins on a damp night in early September, deep the country of the state of Oklahoma. A woman came home from her hopless dinner, and proceeded to feed her beloved horses.
Yet, far away, no where near the state, or the country, or even the world, a woman crouched over a basin full of water, blood trickling from a small cut on her cheek. Her black eyes burned with urgency and her red lips moved quickly, chanting in her own language.
Danger was in the land, and her only hope was to call for someone else, someone with no ties to this land to choose the fate of this world, to join the side he/she believed in. It was the only way to win this war. To add strength to one side that the opposite side did not and could not posses, because of the decision of the chosen person.
With all her strength, she thrust her mind outward, past her own land, to one that no one knew. Perhaps she would not live to see the one whose heart could change the fate of this cursed land. Perhaps she would. But she would have the pleasure, the honor, of being the chooser.
Outside, in the pooring rain, there was great commotion mixed with screaming and the clash of swords. Beyond this womans home, a battle was waging between the forces of the Empire and the Varden. At the head of the Varden, a mighty Sapphire Dragon strode, driving fear into the hearts of their enemies, and along side ran a man who looked neither human nor elf. His sword glowed brightly with anticipation and glee of the battle it fought and magic shot from his palm to hold the enemy at bay.
But for the enemy, for the Empire, a man wielding a sword with a blood red ruby in its hilt and astride a magnificent Ruby Red Dragon advanced on the sapphire dragon, ready to fight for leadership, glory and power. The battle had already lasted hours, and it was time for the two riders to finally meet face to face in battle, to decide the deadly outcome.
With dark magic on the one's side and Elven magic on the other, both sides were evenly matched. What would happen if someone were to be interjected in between and pull one side ahead of the other?
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