Title: An End to the End for Dragons
Warnings: eragon and saphira. eldest spoilers. Pc (personal creation) insertion. I do not own eragon or any book belonging to any People.
POINT IN THE STORY: Four hours into the riot of sound and motion, Saphira dove out of the sky, her eyes sparkling with a queer aspect. She shivered and arched her neck, panting between her open jaws. The forest, she said, is alive. And im alive. My blood burns like never before. It burns as yours burns when you think of Arya. I . . . understand!
Eragon put his hand over her shoulder, feeling the tremors that rack her frame; her sides vibrated as she hummed along with the music. She griped the ground with her ivory claws, her muscles coiled and clenched in a supreme effort to remain motionless. The tip of her tail twitched like she was about to pounce.
Arya stood and joined eragon on the opposite side of Saphira. The elf also put her hand on Saphira's shoulder, and the three of them faced the darkness, united into a living chain.
What was the desire she had that brought her down to the camp, she thought, over come with the search for a mate and she came here. While in the back of her
mind she knew what drove her to them... to him. She sat the song ending hours ago everyone asleep save the elves that were to busy guarding the camp to give more
than the occasional glances to make sure eragon and her were still there. I don't feel that way about him he is only my rider and a friend, she said to asure herself. It
failed as that nagging feeling replied, I am you and you know you saw him as more than your rider. A tear forming in her eye revealed her defeat and her feelings of shame.
It was desire, shesaid to the voice as the voice said it to her. I love him, she said looking down at eragon, but he will never love me in the same way cause I'm a dragon.
She softly touched her nose to his forhead. "it doesnt have to matter that your a dragon". What to force him to love me, she thought to her innerself. When it didn't reply
she grew to the verge of cring. "No, if he wouldn't care if you're a dragon." said a voice.
She suddenly snapped open her eyes realising that voice was out loud. She quickly looked arround teeth beared in a growl. Whose there, show yourself, she
demanded seeing even the elves sleeping. What appeared to be a young boy in a dark hooded cloak steped into the open. "Here i am, but do not worry i don't seek to
harm you" he said in a way that sounded almost boastfull. How should i believe you, she said to the boy. The boy's eyes flashed in a way that it cut through her rage and
made her feel a twitch of fear. he slowly walked to her bored at her intimidating growl. "I left you awake so i could speak as though I were the only one hear". Not
backing down away from him she asked, who are you to want to speak to me and why? "I am called The Archiver," he said soullessly, "and I've come to ask if you want
your being not matter." I'ld never usurp his free will to do such a thing to him, but as she said it her eyes showed fear for not only did this boy this Archiver know about her
secret desire she wasn't sure she told him the truth. "I never said that," he growled out looking insulted, "I would only make the difference of species not matter." she
was cought off guard and let slip through her eyes how much she wanted it to be true.
Who is this Archiver. How can he do all he says he can. I know and you will too as soon as i get chap. 2 up. (Rateing is for exerpt im gonna add as a alternete path or their future.)
