This is an unofficial sequel of the Crossover story Dragon-Bound By DONOVAN94.
Even tho I will try to write it in a way that makes it easy to follow for those that didn't read the original story, I strongly suggest anyone interested by this sequel to read the masterpiece that inspired it because it is nothing short of the best fanfiction on the site.
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Sometimes I wonder : Does my father miss me as much as I miss him ?
But right now, I have important matters to attend to ! «
He lunged and the mineral family met its doom -or multiplied depending on the perspective- in a flurry of sparks.
« Did he just say 'Grrrr !'.. he's so weird, he only has two legs and plays with rocks because he can't catch mice, what a loser !.. »
« And look at his wings, that looks painful ! I guess if I didn't have fore legs, I would use my wings to walk too.. »
« Did you know he doesn't even have a rider ? »
« Hey, guys let's mess with him ! »
« Hey purple freak ! »He turned his head around sniffing for a magic trace left by the telepathic link :
«Who said that ? »
No answer came.
He looked down at the unscathed peeble who just lost its whole family and narrowed his eyes :
« You stay right there ! »
He went to meet the closest dragons to his location, three hatchlings, born a few hours ago during the last ceremony, they were already bigger than him despite that he was already three years old.
« Was that one of you that just insulted me ? »
« Ew ! look guys, his lips are moving ! »
They chuckled..
« You think I can't intercept telepathic conversation, I have years of practice with magic »
He answered using his own telepathy, bulking his presence in their mind and forcing them to look at his eyes using dragon spell for added effects.
« Ahah guys ! he think he can intimidate us ! Our riders are elves, Freak ! Good luck beating us at magic »
He looked past them and saw three stuck up elves drinking together at the pot after the ceremony and banquet.
« Then, I'll bite you ! It's super effective on elvish chairs ! »
He lunged at them but they threw him off his talons with a flap of their wings..
« Did that freak just compare us to furnitures ? »
Ugh ! He had gotten up :
« Four legs, weird sticks on their back, not quite big enough to sit on but will be sat on anyway and keep falling.. you fit the definition of elvish chairs perfectly ! »
They weren't happy.
Aureye was panting, clawing at the ground trying to keep up against the wind.
The apparent leader and meanest one, a golden male, threw him off with another flap.
« We're not falling !We're flying ! »
Another powerful gust..
« You're falling ! Again ! And again ! »
And again.
Another of the hatchling, a smaller red one, joined the fun, trying to have the gust of his wings caught under the wings of the even smaller purple dragon.
He was succesful and Aureye was thrown on his back.
« Nah you're the ones falling continuously, that's why you flap, if you weren't falling you wouldn't need to flap. I on the other hand am just break-dancing safe on the ground.. »
Now they had it with him :
« Well, time to win this argument, you forked tongue freaky 'terriblest' shit ! Let's see how safe you are as you 'break-dance' towards the edge of this cliff ! »
« Oye, dude ! What if he can't fly ? I mean look at those shitty stumps he has for wings ! »
« Flying is overrated ! It looks dumb anyway ! »
Now Aureye was crying.
But suddenly the assault ceased as another red dragonling crashed the golden one in the back and pinned him down.
« How dare you do that to my brother ! You have a death wish !? »
« Calvar ! Bro ! »
It was indeed Aureye's brother : Calvar. Apart from each other, they also had a sister, a very bright little dragoness called Mythriel and their mother was none other than Saphira.
Ruling out uncle Eragon and especially uncle Thorn wouldn't be very fair either.
However the golden bully wasn't phazed at all, he smirked on the inside :
« Fetch.. »
Then blasted a wave of fire towards the little wimpering form of our protagonist, who was blown away past the edge of the cliff from which it was customary for the just-born dragons to take their first flight after the hatching ceremony.
The other young dragons were all amazed that their golden friend was already capable of blowing fire except Calvar of course who rushed towards the edge ready to jump and save his brother.
The sonic wave following a blue-ish blurred figure flying down the edge blew him backward, interrupting his course.
The golden hatchling realized he made a mistake when, as he tried to slither back to his rider inconito, a huge talon, follow up of a proportionally huge red leg, blocked his path and when the owner of said appendage snorted at him, blowing him off balance and throwing him on his flank.
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The issue was quickly settled, it was alleged that the golden hatchling had fed off the hatred his rider had for native Ardan drakes and they were forced to take a secretly hypnotic anti-bias seminary telling a version of the history of the dragons of middle earth painting them as victims of oppression from the free folks.
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« Mom, when will I be able to fly ? »
The purple drake, saved yet again by his mother, felt inadequate, even though neither Calvar nor Mythriel were able to fly yet either despite that the had six limbs like the other dragons as they took that aspect of their anatomy from their Alagaesian blood of their mother's side.
« Don't worry, sweetie, your father was excellent in the air, your wings are just the way they are meant to be. »
He looked at her with a questioning mind and she realised she didn't answer his question :
« Your father said you shouldn't leave the nest before twenty, but you three seem to be growing fine, you should be able to get it before ten. »