A/N - I really want to know who you think the dragon is, so before you start reading PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME!! I am not Paolini.
The image swirled into my head like mist, blocking out all to my eyes but the ether realm.
Who be you to call upon the power of this sword? A powerful voice resounded inside me head, speaking in the ancient language. What have you been named?
I thought about this. Did he mean the name given me by my parents, or my true name?
The first shall do.
Then it is Kyra. I said... thought.
Greetings, Kyra. My name is Bid'daum. I was the first of the Shur'tugen, the ridden. The Ridden? Why wasn't there tell of the Ridden in the history books. There I could only find the Riders.
Names fade with time, as you will learn, little hatchling, but this was not my purpose for contacting you in this manner. He paused here, waiting to see if I had any questions before he began.
Then why did you contact me? I prodded, asking him to speak of what he had wanted to.
A rumbling resounded in my head. It was really very odd to have a dragon laugh in your head. Especially one as ancient as the first Eragon. He lived a long time ago.
The rumbling abruptly stopped. Bid'daum looked at me in full seriousness.
Exactly how long ago did he live? He said, his eyebrows furrowed.
I thought a long time. Trying to remember the line of the Riders.
Well, I thought, Eragon and his dragon Saphira lived two thousand years ago; Anurin lived some odd millennia before him; and the first Eragon, and you, live millennia before that.
There was a long silence between us as Bid'daum took all of this in.
And what happened to the Riders? Where are they now?
They either left Alagaësia or died long ago. It was just then that I realized the loss we faced because of the dragon's non-existence in Alagaësia.
Just seeing the apparition of Bid'daum eased a pain in me that I didn't know I had. I found myself sad that the beautiful creature before me no longer graced the land and air of Alagaësia.
Bid'daum seemed equally as shocked at the disappearance of the Riders.
For many moments we mourned for the past. Bid'daum abruptly ended it.
There is no time to waste on deaths that happened long ago. The only way you could have summoned the Edursvar, Sword of Prominence, and the Zëis abr Wyrda, Key of Fate, is if you had a heart equal to Rider Eragon's. It means a great deal that you could even find this valley. Since Eragon's time, only three people, including yourself, have discovered it.
The first was a scholar. He wrote about the valley and published his work on it, gaining the title of a lunatic.
The second was a boy of eighteen. He was the son of one of the Forsworn, though of which, I do not know. Neither do I know what befell him when he left the valley, for it was never written in the history of this land.
Now you have come to be here. Why? And how were you able to call upon these powerful instruments? I cannot give you the answers to these questions because I do not know them myself. But I can tell you of their purposes and give you the power to use them.
I presume you know some of the ancient language as you have been able to follow my words with semi-ease.
Yes, I said.
Good. That will make this commune of knowledge much easier.
Edursvar, Bid'daum continued, was a sword forged by my Rider, Eragon from one of my scales. As such it is stronger than any sword it encounters, but it will only defeat if the one baring it is equally as strong. You will have to train with the best of swordsmen if you wish to become such. Here is my warning- Do not wield Edursvar until then.
Regarding the Zëis abr Wyrda, his voice became more cautious now, It is a tool only to be used when absolutely necessary. It points you towards your fate, here he paused again, but do not use it lightly. Your fate is not always what you plan it to be, rarely is it something good. The words used to activate this power are "Rigál pömnuria wyrda" (Reveal my fate). I repeat, do not use it unless you have no other option.
Edursvar's sheath is in the cave, but there is more than that in there. Please, allow the all but the sheath to rest in peace.
Bid'daum's voice started to fade. You may leave Du Vrangr Guntag (The Wandering Valley) whenever you feel you are ready, but remember, you may never return once you go...
When I awoke, I was drenched with sweat and the warm rain falling gently onto the valley from the gray sky of morning. Edursvar's hilt was clasped in my hand.
I sat up and examined the two artifacts. Now that I knew what they were, the felt heavy in my hands.
The Zëis abr Wyrda still hung on its red ribbon and, as I looked at it, the ribbon seemed just the right length to tie around my neck. I did so immediately.
I stood, slowly. My body was very stiff and sore.
When I was straight, I began a slow walk to the cave, the only shelter from the rain. I walked in and looked for some way to bring light to it. The sun didn't reach into its depths.
I searched with my free hand and found wood gathered there. A bit shocked, but too tired to be suspicious, I took some near the mouth of the cave and lit it with my magic. It barely took any of my energy, but I didn't have very much to begin with, so I was exhausted by the effort.
When it was crackling, I took one of the burning logs and turned toward the back of the cave.
The burning log fell to the dirt floor with a soft thud.
What did Kyra see that shocked her enough to make her drop her torch? Review with your best guess.