Okay guys! Here is the second chapter. No introductions needed. :D and yes I know the last chapter was pretty short- I'll try to make this one longer.
NOTE: I OWN NOTHING BUT THIS PLOT. THE CREATOR OF ALL THESE CHARACTERS, PLACES AND ALL ELSE IS THE WONDERFUL RIDER CHRISTOPHER PAOLINI.
Ismira lay sleeping peacefully on her cot in her temporary hut while her parents gathered the wood Roran had cut down over the past few days. They had pulled all the debris of Garrow's old farm away were starting to build the foundation of their new home. Katrina stared at the gold Eragon had given them when he left as a parting gift and she sighed. Roran turned at the sound and walked over. He sat himself next to his sleeping daughter, opposite Katrina. On his there was a hole in the tree trunk, where rain water had gathered just before he and his family arrived with Arya and Firnen a few days ago. Roran made a rough calculation and predicted that if he kept up his current efforts, by the end of the week, he should have finished the walls and have started on the roof. But he wanted to finish the house by the end of the week as there was still heaps to do before he and his family could settle in to Carvahall once again. Suddenly, a man neither elf nor human entered his and Katrina's minds. They were not magic users but nevertheless tried to put up a fight.
Peace Roran and Katrina. It is I, Eragon. How is the house?
Mine wishes to my cousin. How is it that you have entered our minds? Is this real or just us dreaming about our dreams and wishes?
Nay it is not fake. It is real enough Roran. This is a spell of Arya's making, you simply say the words used for scrying, then you say the person who, you're trying to scry's true name. I have spent some time trying to figure out your true names. Roran, yours was easy to guess but Katrina, yours wasn't.
And what is mine and Katrina's true names Eragon Shadeslayer?
Ah! Eragon murmured a phrase in the ancient language and Roran shivered even though it wasn't cold. He then whispered another phrase in the ancient language and it was Katrina's turn to shiver. The most odd feeling came to her. She felt warm and scared and exposed. It was as if her entire being was being show-cased in a performance. It felt like she could see herself through other people's eyes.
And how about Ismira? Got her's yet?
No Roran. If I had she would be included in this conversation and experiencing what you lovebirds are. I must go now Roran and Katrina. I promise to keep in touch and good luck building the house.
Go in peace my cousin and good luck finding a suitable home for the Riders.
Aye. Good luck raising Ismira Katrina, not that you need it! With that, Eragon severed the connection. Roran and Katrina gazed at their still sleeping baby.
"Time to wake her up," Roran said glumly.
"You go," Katrina replied.
"No you go, you're the..." Roran started. He stopped when he saw the glare that Katrina was giving him. They burst out laughing and Roran strode to the cot to wake their child up.
It was sunny the next day, and Roran was working on the walls of the house. Midday came and went. It was well into the afternoon when an elf came riding up the path to their farm.
"Greetings Roran Stronghammer. I believe I knew your cousin Eragon and I am Vanir the ambassador of the humans and the elves." Vanir twisted his hand into the elves gesture of respect.
"Greetings Vanir, what brings you to our little town?" Roran asked.
"We will have to wait for Queen Arya before we start." Vanir replied.
It was not long afterwards that a green dot was seen coming closer to the farm. Firnen had had a growth spurt since Roran and Katrina had last seen him. Arya jumped off and landed gracefully onto the cobblestone footpath.
Vanir, Roran and Katrina bowed but Arya motioned them to get up.
"What may we do for you, Queen Arya?" Katrina asked.
"We need to discuss something. May we enter your temporary home to talk about this matter? Vanir, I hope you have brought them?"
"Yes," Katrina and Vanir both answered. "There, my Queen," Vanir pointed to the saddlebag that was tied to his horse.
"Excellent. Now may we go inside?"
Katrina led them inside their temporary tent that was protected by Arya's magic.
"So," Arya began "We are here to discuss the matters of your child Ismira, Katrina and you, Roran. As Eragon is Roran's cousin, we, the elven council and I, strongly suspect that you and your family may be a potential Dragon Riders. But, Ismira is not old enough to be a Rider yet. Nevertheless, we would like her to touch every single dragon egg we have here with us and see if what we suspect is true. However, we need your permission to do so first."
"Yes but what happens if one hatches for her? It will not change the fact that she is still too young to be a Rider." Roran asked.
"Ah yes. She is just 1 years old but her thoughts are fully developed."
"You mean she is like Elva in the sense that she is... abnormal?"
"No she is not abnormal, Katrina, no more than you or I, but she has been accelerated in thoughts. I have an idea to use magic to change her birth-date and make her grow quicker. She will be the same as any child that is the age that we change her to. Of course, we shall only proceed with your permission."
Roran and Katrina both nodded. "For Alagaesia. At least if all of us are Dragon Riders we willbe with each other."
"Then let us proceed."
