Chapter two- Mirimel the mischievous
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Mirimel grinned as she climbed a very tall tree. Today was the day before her thirteenth birthday, and she was planning it to be epic. It wasn't even dawn yet, but she had been awake for a while. There was so much to be done. Miri tried not to giggle as she thought of her plans. First, she was going to put honey in her father's hairbrush, then she would put a trip wire in front of Blodhgarm's door. After that, she would put a spider into Angela's hand cream jar. Miri had something planned for each and every person at the school, especially Caidin.
He won't know what hit him. Miri thought mischievously. Caidin was her father, Eragon's second apprentice. The first apprentice was Hadoc. He was nice, but he was seven and a half years her senior. Caidin, however, was only a year older than her, and even though he was an elf and Hadoc had been born a human, Caidin was by far more unrefined, odious, annoying and immature than Hadoc ever could be. Or ever had been. Yes, she had something special planned for Caidin. Some special indeed.
Miri sat on a high branch and caught her breath, then she reached into a hole in the tree trunk beside her and pulled out a basket full of trip wires, hair dye and so much more. She grabbed what she needed from the basket and then put it back. Then, with mischief written on her face, Miri set out to do her best to cause havoc.
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Two hours later, Miri climbed into her second story window silently. Her work was done, and she had done it well. Now, it was time to get ready for her birthday. Miri walked over to her bedroom vanity and sat down. She rarely used it, but it had been a gift from her Uncle Roran. He had made it himself.
Miri looked in the mirror and nearly laughed at herself. Her waist length silver hair was incredibly tangled and it had a few leaves and twigs stuck in it, and her face was dirty. She smiled and plucked every single leaf and twig from her hair before carefully brushing it and washing her face. After that, Miri changed into nicer, and more importantly, clean clothes. Specifically, she wore a deep green tunic that was much too long in the sleeves and hem, but she kept it up with a wide woven cloth belt. On her lower half, she wore soft brown leggings and intricately woven sandals. She looked at the vanity again and spotted her satchel. As Miri reached for it, she saw a fairth of her and her father, right beside a sea shell sent to her from Eragon's friend Jeod and a comb sent to her from her adoptive uncle King Orik.
I remember that day. Miri thought. The fairth had been made by her father and given to her a couple of months ago. It was an image of her and Eragon standing side by side under the entrance to their home. Like all fairths, it showed how the maker saw the people in the fairth. Eragon looked exactly the same, but Miri looked incredibly mischievous and yet so innocent that she you almost didn't notice the mischief in her different colored eyes.
Suddenly, there came a yell from Blodhgarm's cabin. Miri burst out laughing and then walked down stairs to be greeted by Saphira's eye looking through the door accusingly at Miri.
What have you done now child? Saphira asked. Her only response was a laugh. Then, Miri walked closer and pulled up her long sleeve so she could put a hand on Sapphira's cheek.
"Don't fret, I'm taking the day off tomorrow so we all can enjoy my birthday." Miri smiled before adding on in a quiet and very conspiratorial tone; "Just wait and see what I have planned for Caidin."
Saphira shook her head slightly and then went to make sure Blodhgarm was alright. But Miri knew that Saphira would probably laugh as hard as Miri would at the prank. Neither of them liked Caidin very much, but they both didn't mind his Dragon; Elundir. Of course on Sapphira's part it was because Elundir was her egg, but on Miri's part it was because Elundir was just a really nice Dragon.
"Mirimel. What have you done this time?" Said Eragon as he groggily made his way down the stairs.
"Good morning, Father." Miri said as she promptly started preparing breakfast.
"Please tell me that you haven't killed anyone." Eragon ran his fingers through his messy hair and sighed.
"She hasn't yet." Blodhgarm said as he walked the door. "But Caidin might better watch his back."
"Good morning Blodhgarm, vor." Miri smiled innocently as she poured water into the kettle. "Did you like your present?"
"Wait, what present?" Eragon said as he looked around confused.
"It was very... awakening." Blodhgarm said, ignoring Eragon.
Awakening wouldn't be my choice of words, but then again, I wouldn't call a tripwire a present. Sapphira said humorously.
"Will someone please tell me what is going on?!" Eragon pleaded with Miri, Blodhgarm, and Sapphira as all three laughed.
Nothing that concerns you, little one. Sapphira said.
"But- " Suddenly, Eragon was cut off by a loud yell coming from Caidin's room. Two seconds later, he stormed into the kitchen, his long silver starlight hair that he was so proud of now tangled and covered with blue, slimy, and sticky gunk. He brandished his hairbrush at Miri, unable to find words to express his anger at first.
"You... you... you monster!" Caidin yelled. Miri just continued to laugh. Even Blodhgarm laughed. Caidin narrowed his eyes at them and then, seeing that he had no hope of winning this one, he went outside, presumably to wash his hair.
As the every one other than Caidin sat down for breakfast, Angela walked into the house and sat beside Miri, closely followed by Solembum, the werecat, who leaped up and lounged on Miri's shoulders.
"What kind of dye did you use on Caidin's hair?" Angela asked. Miri raised an eyebrow.
"Good morning to you too." Miri took a sip of tea before answering. "It was a combination of ink and various other dyes. I wouldn't be surprised if his stayed blue for at least a month."
"Isn't that a bit harsh?" Eragon looked at his daughter with a shocked expression on his face.
"If nothing was ever harsh, no one would learn any lessons." Miri replied and Solembum started purring. "Anyway, as I was saying," Miri turned back to Angela and continued speaking to her about the various plants she used at Caidin's expense. As they walked outside, Miri stopped and looked around at her home.
Either side of her was forest, but right in front of her was a drop off, not quite a cliff, but almost. When you looked straight in that direction, you could see Dragon Valley. Various cabins and huts that the elves and Dragon Riders lived in were scattered all throughout the valley. There was a stream and a lake to one side, and to the other was a mountain with a big, black, and crooked tower sticking out of the side like a poisoned finger. All around Miri, the leaves were turning into the colors of fall. Even though it was a muggy and pretty miserable morning, to her it was beautiful. Perfect.
Home. Miri thought, perfectly at peace. And then she saw a great unfamiliar green dragon swoop out of the sky, followed by a small grey one and a lavender one of about the same size.
