He awoke with a small start, searching the area around him with careful eyes, and after identifying that nothing was amiss, he sat himself up, careful to not wake the Ahamkara sleeping beside him. He heard the crackling of fire in the early morning, seeing the old man, Brom, staring at him with very suspicious eyes, seemingly deep in thought on some subject concerning the Hunter sitting across the fire he had set up, probably to warm everyone while they slept.
The Guardian sighed, hoping he could have put of the line of questions that were sure to come, and he stood up, carefully, as to not wake the other dragon and her partner, who were in a very deep looking sleep.
They both sat down near the fire, the crackling bringing an idea to the Hunter on how he could possibly speed this interrogation along, the only downside was that the old man could take it as a sign of aggression, which wouldn't end well for anyone.
He lifted his hand towards the flame, using his Light to bring a small amount of it into his palm, slowly morphing the tiny ember in his hand into a fierce inferno of Solar energy, causing whatever little amount of light the fire was casting in the dawn to be drowned out because of the brightness of his flame.
Brom was mystified, staring at the flame in his palm with fascination, the unnatural Solar Light filling both of them with a calm that betrayed the serious nature of their talks.
"It's called Solar." The Hunter said, dropping his hand directly into the fire, and letting the energy consume the small flame, making the fire become one of Solar energy.
"It allows me to channel the power of the sun into my palm, what you just saw was one of its more… Mundane uses." He finished, completely removing his hand unscathed from the reborn fire, which would most likely continue to burn for a long time should they not put it out.
"You speak of it as though it isn't magic." Brom said, looking at the Hunters unburnt hand with a small amount of wonder, possibly from seeing something like that.
"So is that what you did to me the night we met? Used magic to contain me?" He also asked, dodging the question like a pro, of course, the old man seemed to have noticed his little trick, but he set it aside for the moment.
"Yes, I spoke the words for constricting in the Ancient language, they didn't seem to stop you at the time, but even then, you broke my hold over you as though it was nothing, and I think I see why now." He said, eyes once again drifting to the Solar fire that was warming them inside and out.
His eyes met the Hunters once again, and he asked a simple question.
"This is not magic, is it?"
The Hunter gave a nod, not wanting to interrupt whatever else the old man was going to say
"Whatever it was, it was powerful, beyond any simple flame, stronger even, I have never once seen a flame that could not be controlled by saying its True name, but yours resisted. How?"
The Hunter gave a confused look, whatever these True names were, they were seemingly a lot more importance then he could understand.
He looked towards the flame, watching it crackle and smoke, filling him with a calm that only Light could bring, burning away the stress of yesterday, and almost making him forget about what Io had experienced.
He sighed, looking towards the old man who seemed to have a grasp on what he was thinking.
"Solar energy is unlike anything you will ever see, only a select few can channel it, and even fewer can do so to the degree I can, it's a power that can do many things, warm you during the night, cast out almost any Darkness, and, if the situation calls for it, defend you from evil." He finished, looking towards the river near them.
"I cannot tell you why you cannot control my fire, maybe your magic just isn't compatible, or maybe my flame and any normal one does not share the same… True name you called it?" The old man across from him gave a nod, allowing him to continue. "But you say with this Ancient language, you can use magic? Because if so, I would like you to teach me and the boy." The Hunter said, staring into the apprehensive eyes of the old man across from him
Brom sighed, looking towards both the sleeping Eragon and the sitting Hunter, going through a mental battle in his head, debating on whether or not they could be trusted with the power magic gave.
He looked towards the Solar fire, seeing the strange boy who held a strange power, he held a deep feeling that conjuring flames without the Ancient language was the least of his power.
"I suppose it is both of your rights, eventually you will both need to learn magic, all Riders do after all. If you are strong of mind, and you can handle the power magic gives, I shall teach both of you." He said, looking towards the slowly rising sun in contemplation.
"Yes, I shall attempt to teach you tomorrow, hopefully you can absorb the knowledge as well as these dragons can absorb food." He chuckled at the end of his little joke, finding a humor that Aiden failed to see, but he gave a small laugh to be nice.
"Aiden, she's waking up." Stitch said, causing the small smirk that had settled upon his Hunters face to turn into a frown, looking in the direction of the rousing purple dragon, shifting her eyes around hesitantly, probably trying to find her missing Hunter.
He gave a small mental nudge, pointing her in the direction of the campfire. She looked towards them, eyes still clouded from sleep, but she could clearly see the Solar fire and the two people sitting next to it. She walked slowly, most likely still tired because of how long she had spent awake, but she still managed to keep herself up long enough to climb into her Hunters lap and settle down next to the calming fire.
He laughed a small humorless laugh, petting his friends head and slowly letting her drift back into sleep, hopefully without any lingering nightmares about yesterday and what she had seen.
Brom also seemed to hope for the same, if his eyebrows and sympathetic look were anything to go by.
While Io was asleep, he needed to ask some questions to said old man, because there were a few things that needed to be cleared up.
"So Riders, can you tell me a few things about them? From the way you spoke of them, they were quite important, and I'm not that good at remembering if I have heard stuff like that." He lied, hoping that Riders weren't such a big topic that everyone knew about them.
While Brom lifted his brows a little at that statement, he didn't seem to be surprised that the Hunter didn't know much about them, which was good as it meant he could have some leeway when he asked questions about them.
"Dragon riders were people who had the fortune of being chosen by an unborn dragon to be partners, few know this, but dragons only hatch for those who they are destined to be with, it is a great honor, and at times, a great burden." He said, looking at the Guardian to check if he was paying attention.
"Riders are gifted many things because of this partnership, a new life partner, an extended life unless unnatural causes end it to soon, and, most importantly, magic for those who can harness it."
"While casting your mind out is also included, it is very common for those who bother to search into it, but the king takes away any who shows promise in the field, meaning not many are brave enough to attempt it." He finished, looking towards the Hunter, finding not a look of shock or awe from being told he could gain near immortal life, just interest, and a small look towards Io.
"How long does it take for dragon to mature? I don't think Io would appreciate me riding her at the current moment." He joked, watching the tiny dragons ear twitch at hearing her name.
Brom gave a small smirk, before answering the young Hunters question.
"Most dragons can be ridden after almost five months of birth, at six, most can breathe fire and mate should the need arise, of course their flame starts out small and weak, but once they become used to it and they grow their lungs out, they can keep one going for a few minutes." He claimed, looking at the Hunter and his dragon in humor.
The Hunter certainly was interested in that tad bit of information, if he was correct in his assumption that Saphira could not yet breath fire, then she must have been at least five or four months old, maybe somewhere older, but from all the reports the Vanguard had on Ahamkara's, even the powerful wish dragons had not been able to grow that fast.
"Any ideas Stitch?" He asked, not trusting the accuracy of a report done by Shaxx was like not trusting Eris Morn to be cryptic, it just didn't happen.
"Not that I can think of, this conversation is already taking me a while to get behind, I mean magic, really?" His Ghost questioned, voice skeptical.
"Oh please, what we do could be qualified as magic Stitch, we just happened to find a name for it, these guys seem to have a whole language for things, maybe that's the laymen's term for whatever magic is, who knows." He said, thinking on the night he had been imprisoned by the old man, and how it had felt strange to say the least.
"Whatever you say, but I'm going to keep a look out for whatever this stuff is, don't want it getting another shot to surprise us." He finished, most likely going into "Research mode" to try and figure out magic.
"Alright, enough about that, how can I learn me some magic?" The Hunter questioned, rubbing his hands together as though he was about to lift something heavy.
Brom didn't seem to find his casual speaking about magic to be funny, but he also seemed to find it funny, somewhat, which was a win in the Hunters book.
"What you ask could be taken as ignorance, asking for such power so blatantly could also be taken as an insult. What you're asking for is dangerous, the only reason I have even told you any of this is because you are a Rider, but that does not give you any special privileges. We won't just jump into these lessons, magic is dangerous, use too much, and you run the risk of exhaustion, or if used excessively, death. For now, we will start small."
The old man bent towards the ground under the seat he had procured for himself, rummaging around the ground for a few moments before he brought up a very tiny pebble.
"This is a rock." He said, watching the incredulous Hunter with amused eyes, his own silver brows lifting in amusement towards his look.
"It may not seem like it, but this rock has a name, a name that transcends any that you could give it, a name that gives you complete and utter control over this rock, and any other you could find." He paused once again, making sure the Guardian was still paying attention, before he continued. "Stenr is the True name of this rock, and with it, I control it." He finished, throwing the small pebble towards the Hunter, who caught it whilst examining the rock he had been given.
"Now, hold the stone in your palm, and say these words. Stenr Reisa, do not just say the words and expect something to happen, you must feel deep inside yourself for a power you have never felt before, grab it, pull it closer, and then use it.
Aiden gave a nod, what the old man described seemed exactly how he used his Light, only he couldn't just use that apparently, he had to find some other power hidden within himself, something he had never…
He blinked, before his gaze became intense, searching deep inside himself, finding what he normally did, His very being, his Light, but that wasn't what he wanted, so he looked past that, searching ever deeper into himself until he found exactly what he hoped was still there.
When Vex lady had taken him to this place, she had forcefully pumped his body with a power he had never felt before, filling up every cell with energy, it had felt like he was constantly being burnt by Hive fire, only much much worse.
Whatever that energy was, some of it was still inside him, not the raging inferno that it had been, but enough to tell him that what he felt wasn't a delusion because of the pain he had endured, she had put something in him, and he only found it now that he was looking.
He focused on that energy, trying to grab it like he would his Light, but it eluded him, always moving away from his touch, somehow being protected by something he could not understand, but he was nothing if not determined, he kept at it, constantly seeking out the power he had been given, but each time it got away, causing his irritation to grow.
"Why not try grabbing it with your Light?" Stitch asked, surprising him and causing him to lose his focus on the energy that he had almost captured.
"From what he said, our Light doesn't seem to be compatible, would it be a good idea to do that inside of my body?" He asked, brow creased in concentration, because the damn energy kept getting away.
"Then don't try it, that stuff is inside you bud, just gotta grab it." Stitch said, seemingly finding humor in his Guardians struggle.
He huffed, finding himself somehow exhausted even though he hadn't done anything, and thought on what Stitch had said, it was certainly worth a try.
He gathered Light inside himself, shifting it around until he found the energy that had been eluding him for some time, he focused on it, surrounding it with his Light slowly and cautiously, weary of any negative reaction it could cause, and unaware of the shocked intake of air coming from the outside world.
His Light slowly enclosed on the energy, drawing it towards his palm, which he now noticed was glowing in a small purple light, illuminating his hand in a small glow, but he couldn't focus on that for long, he returned towards the power he had contained, capturing it and bringing it into his very being while saying two words.
"Stenr Reisa"
The stone in his hand didn't slowly rise or start to wobble upwards, it simply flew through the air, going speeds that would make a Jump ship jealous, and disappearing into the air.
The Hunter looked towards a shocked old man, finding his mouth open wide and his eyebrows buried in his silver hair, appearing even more surprised than the Guardian across from him was.
All was silent for a moment, before the old man got up, muttering something along the lines of "I need a nap" before he disappeared behind a sleeping Big Blue.
The Hunter only gave a small shrug before he set his hand into the Solar fire, warming them up before he started petting the purring Io once again.
After a few minutes of silent petting and warming next to the fire, Stitch decided to speak up.
"You know you probably just did something impossible for these people, right?" Stitch asked, no doubt giving his Hunter a look inside his Inventory.
"Yep, but I'm not gonna worry about it, I just used friggin magic!" He said in his head, giving a cheeky smile to whoever would bother looking, which was no one.
"Just wanted to check, hope you enjoy the insane amount of questions, oh and by the way, watch out for the rock." He finished, blocking off Io's mental hearing for the next part.
"What do you mean watch out for the ro-" A loud crack was heard, along with a very loud yell of pain, for a small pebble had fallen from its high altitude to crash into a unaware Hunters arm, denting his armor, waking all of the little campsites occupants, giving the tiny little Ghost a good laugh, and punishing his Hunter for possibly breaking the old man.
Today was certainly going to be a good day for the little Ghost
"Traveler damn it you little shithead!"
A good day indeed.
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Today had been tiring.
With Brom having taught Eragon about magic and its dangers, Saphira speaking almost constantly inside of his head to Io, and the occasional look towards his precious Bolt caster from the old man who still hadn't been informed of how he pulled it out of nowhere to slay the Urgals earlier, he was about ready to just slump to the ground.
Apparently the monsters had a name, much like the Fallen and Hive.
He was walking again, having taken off his Ahamkara bone wrist guard because the pebble he had magicked into the air had put a massive dent in the metal under the bones, and his arm, meaning it would require him to fix it, or find a place he could say he had them fixed, either one worked.
The only good thing about today was that Io was having a good time riding on his shoulder, and that his beautiful cloak was no longer covered with terrible dirt.
The boy still kept staring at his leg.
"You had to expect this to happen, they probably haven't ever seen someone with a metal leg." Stitch spoke, making a frown appear on his Hunters face, completely ignoring his Ghost partner.
"Are you really going to give me the silent treatment? Stop acting like a Kinderguardian." He said once again, still receiving the cold shoulder from his linked friend.
The Guardian focused on Io, speaking aloud so the Little Light didn't get ideas about speaking.
"So Io, find any good animals in the forest lately?" He asked, catching the attention of Big Blue and her little partner.
"Yea! I found a mouse, and it was awesome, I haven't had something like that in so long!" She chatted excitedly, including the other linked partners into their discussion, Brom had decided to not be included in their talks unless it was important, for some reason.
Aiden found a smile appearing on his mouth, Io had a way of making that happen somehow, but he didn't really mind, it was better than her focusing on the town they had recently left. He shifted his focus over towards the other Rider and dragon, seeing the grins upon their faces also helped to cheer him up a little.
"So Brom, where are we headed next?" The Hunter asked, looking towards the horse riding old man.
Said old man looked at the small little caravan, checking to make sure that everything was well before he responded. "Our next stop will be Daret, it's a small town, but it should contain all that we will need for the journey onward." He finished, looking in the distance to something the young Guardian could not see.
The Guardian nodded, he had no idea where Daret was but he still nodded.
"If you can get your hands on a map I might be able to tell you where we are, even though it won't be as accurate as our satellites" Stitch said, closing off his voice to Saphira so she didn't think someone was inside the Guardians head.
He remained silent, only giving him a brief burst of understanding through their link to confirm that he had heard, before he once again blocked off contact with his Ghost.
"Hey Brom, do you have a map I can borrow?" He once again spoke, catching the attention of the old hermit and causing him to grumble something along the lines of 'dumb kids', but the Hunter got his map, which is the real victory.
He starred at the map, finding a small little section marked Daret, if this map was accurate, they were possibly only a half day away from their destination after their setback at Yazuac.
"Got it, we should be there in about fifteen hours, hopefully this won't be dragged out for too long, I have to empty your inventory of all the junk you put in here." Stitch said, voice bordering on smug when he felt his Hunter tense up in anger.
"You touch my collection and ill have Io scratch your favorite shell" The Hunter said, adding in a very large burst of seriousness while he glared ahead at nothing to get his point across, but Stitch only gave a laugh and probably a small victory dance.
He really shouldn't have humored the Ghost, the little bugger knew that if he messed with his collection he would end up regretting all his life choices, but then again, he also should know better than to even joke about getting rid of their stuff.
His happy thoughts were once again dragged through the mud, the Guardian was sure his Little Light didn't mean to, but it was still a dick move either way.
Io was of course oblivious, all she knew was that his collection was important to him, and that not even Stitch was to touch it.
He banished those thoughts from his head, they didn't belong in this peaceful setting, besides, they were going to be setting up camp in about nine hours if the group wanted to get some good rest for tomorrows outing.
"Aiden, where are we going anyway?" Io asked, turning her neck to look into her Hunters eyes.
He thought on that, until now he hadn't really cared where the group was going, he just joined in because the old man seemed to know something about dragons, and there was an older influence for Io to learn from, because neither Stitch or himself knew how to raise an Ahamkara.
"You would have to ask Brom about that, he seems to be knowledgeable on most subjects, but wait till we set up camp, he looks pretty distracted." The Guardian finished, Io noticing that the old man did seem to be rather distracted by something.
Nine hours of nothing but walking wasn't going to tire him much, but it would still be rather boring, if only he could skip ahead to that point…
Wishful thinking.
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He blinked, finding himself in a small campsite with a fire raging near his feet.
He looked around in confusion, finding the sky to be filled with stars and almost all of the camps occupants sleeping.
"Stitch… what the hell just happened?" He asked quietly, hoping his Ghost had an answer.
"What are you talking about? You've been sitting there staring at the fire for twenty minutes man." His Ghost said, voice mixing confusion and a small bit of irritation.
"Don't tell me you don't know what happened! One minute I'm walking and the next I'm here!" He sent back, voice confused and panicky, because the fact that even Stitch didn't feel the change was concerning.
"Whatever Aiden, get some sleep, you obviously need it" And with that, he cut off their mental conversation, trying his best to keep the confusion and joy from his Hunter.
He had felt the change of course, it was a strange occurrence, but usually his Hunter didn't notice, too busy messing with guns or his ship and on Nessus, it was surprising he noticed the recent time skip, but it was well overdue, if his Hunters concerned mumbling was any indication.
He gave a small laugh, before he went to work on cleaning their inventory, because it was actually filled with junk, like a random bottle that said something about a Cola, and a strange cowboy doll.
What had his Hunter been doing while he was busy?
After finding a used tissue, Stitch decided he REALLY didn't want to know.
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When all of the little groups occupants got their things together and once again set out on their trip to Daret, a small problem made itself known.
"I'm not leaving her"
"We cannot bring her into a town the might be infested with Urgals, it is too dangerous!"
"Nothing will touch her if I'm there."
"Nothing will touch her if she stays with Saphira!"
Both shouting men glared at each other, one holding an unsure purple dragon, and another clutching a wooden stick to keep himself from beating the other.
"You cannot always be there for you dragon boy, it is best you learn that now before it hurts you later." The old man said, eyes narrowing and glaring at the young Hunter, ignoring the concerned looks being sent his way by Eragon and Saphira.
"If you think that I'll leave her alone after what happened at Yazuac then you understand less than I thought." The Guardian said, staring directly into the old man eyes and daring him to challenge him.
All was tense, even Saphira seemed to be concerned that the two forces would clash, not a word was said, only an intense battle of wits to see who would back down first.
While the old man was good, not even he could beat the patience of a Guardian such as him, so with a grumble and what was most assuredly an insult, he left and got on his horse, gesturing for Eragon to do the same while they went towards the town that could slightly be seen in the distance.
Aiden released a sigh, he hadn't honestly been expecting to win that battle, but he supposed his experience with stubborn Warlocks had prepared him for this moment.
Saphira was staring at him with a mixture of admiration and another emotion he couldn't decipher, not that he was actively trying, for he had things that needed to be done while he had a chance to be away from his 'teacher'.
While Brom was certainly excellent at the Ancient language, there were some things that he simply couldn't teach, like the ability to conjure several elements from all the words he had taught the two Dragon riders
Saphira watched him with interest, he had only barely shown her all the he had accomplished with his magic talent, which wasn't much since the old man hadn't given him enough words to learn yet, but he was getting there. He spoke softly, conjuring a floating purple flame above his hand, watching it glow brightly and somewhat illuminate the forest they had moved to.
It really wasn't that difficult, with his experience with Light he had a massive advantage over Eragon, he was used to channeling strange powers through his body, even if this one needed a language to be used it was still similar to how Light operated, except this power could be used for much more then what Light could, the only drawback was that it was much weaker.
Saphira was watching him intently, just as mesmerized as he was by the flame in his hand, flickering in the small amount of wind the forest let in to their clearing.
All was normal for a long while, a dragon anxiously checking her mental connection to Eragon, Io chasing around random butterflies, a handsome Hunter playing with his knives, and Stitch being a dick.
Basically, a normal day.
But like most things in Aiden's life, it got weird.
Everything froze, the knife he had thrown, Io chasing her butterflies, even Saphira and her large frown were suspended in some form of stasis, but the Guardian was more focused on the immense presence he felt appear behind him.
He whirled around, grabbing the knife he had left in midair and bringing it to the neck of a very amused Vex lady.
He blinked, only having a second to be confused before him and his knife were sent flying by a powerful blast of kinetic air, launching into a tree and putting a Hunter shaped indent into it.
"Ohhhooo I'm gonna feel that shit in the morning…" He groaned, finding that his knife was imbedded in the tree next to him, serving as an excellent way for him to shakily stand and glare at the very rude Vex lady.
She giggled, after flinging his precious self into a tree she decided it was cool to giggle.
"You Guardians are always the first to attack, it becomes less amusing after the first few hundredth times." She spoke, her voice still carrying whatever ethereal quality that sent a shiver down his poor hurting spine.
"Usually, ugh" He grunted, pulling a large splinter out of his armor. "When something appears behind you, it also wants to kill you." He finished, throwing away a pebble that had somehow gotten inside his boot.
She rolled her eyes, face holding a smirk that under normal conditions, the Hunter would have found inviting. "I am glad you discovered them so soon, usually it takes my Chosen longer to find their Path." She spoke, glancing in the direction of Big Blue.
Aiden narrowed his eyes, the way she had said Path was different, whatever it was she meant when she said that, it wasn't a normal everyday path that you went gallivant along, he would need to think on that one however, as she was now approaching him.
She was still floating, only now she seemed less physical, although the Hunter was not fooled, Oryx and his shadows weren't physical, but they still almost killed him on multiple occasions.
She stopped before him, looking him up and down and finding nothing of interest, until her piercing gaze landed upon his hand, where his gedway ignasia was, the thing with the oval and a dragon in it that was apparently important to Riders.
"Ah good, I had hoped that you were bonded by now, but it is so hard to get accurate readings inside that dreadful Vault, now, unto the business I originally came here for." And with that, she smacked him upside the head.
He keeled over in pain, clutching his head which had suddenly gained an intense sensation of someone stabbing him repeatedly, only this time there was no Crucible and he was alone with someone who could probably erase him from existence.
The pain was bad, but not as bad as it had been when Vex lady transported him to this planet, but it still wasn't something he would enjoy having happen again, especially since he now felt a small burning in his chest.
"What… What the hell was that?" He asked, looking to the Vex lady and glaring at her with all his pained might.
She smiled again, only this one held actually affection, and the Hunter had no idea what to think of that
"I simply gave you a gift, adding it in with the other gifts I had given would have brought unnecessary pain to your already strained mind, so I waited until you had recovered enough from your ordeal." She finished, watching the struggling hunter attempt to stand with his knife in a tree as a support.
"Well, thanks I guess, still haven't told me why I'm here though." He grunted, holding onto the tree until his dizziness left him and he was able to stand normally, looking at the lady with caution.
"You will need to be better then what you are now if you wish to be able to fight the coming evil, Aiden, what I have given you will even the odds, so to speak."
He narrowed his eyes at her, she seemed to know something that he didn't, and if anything could upset him at all, it was Stitch and someone not revealing that they knew something important.
"What did you give me? I don't really feel any different." He stated, throwing off his suspicions for the moment.
She smiled again, irritating the young Hunter for reasons beyond him, and responded very simply.
"When you need them, the powers will reveal themselves, but not a moment sooner."
He sighed, something he was going to be doing a lot if Vex lady continued her cryptic answers, but he honestly didn't have much of a choice here, whatever she had done had trapped him completely inside her little stasis bubble.
He didn't want to think about the possibility that she literally stopped time.
"Well, thanks for being the new Eris Morn, anything else I need to know?" He asked, cleaning some of the dirt off of his armor from being catapulted into a tree.
"Nothing at the moment, I needed to give you my gift before I left, enjoy the time you have in peace young Aiden, for it will not last." And with that, she was gone, leaving a annoyed Hunter, a butterfly chasing Io, and an oblivious Stitch and Saphira.
He sighed, finding himself once again in the spot he was sitting before Vex lady visited, catching the knife that came very close to stabbing him in his leg.
He looked towards the little bit of sky showing through the trees, contemplating what had been said and what it meant for his future.
Something was coming, and judging by what she had said, he would have a hard time without whatever gifts she had given him, he didn't know how to take that honestly, but he knew something for a fact.
He heard Io give a large laugh, finding Saphira and her playing a small game of tag, with Io winning because she was such a tiny creature in a large forested area.
Whatever was coming, would be no match for a protective Guardian, he would make sure of it.
"Aiden, why is there a finger in your inventory?" Stitch asked, voice very concerned.
He should probably deal with that before things got awkward.
Author note things
Hollydoor: Ha! You think this guy all mighty? Get prepared to be very amused when he continually gets his face beat in by an irate Io, once she gets to size that is.
VGBlackwing: Sunsinger you say, well you may or may not be disappointed in the future… maybe, I honestly have no idea what I'm saying right now. Thanks for the review though!
Robot Sparky: Thanks! Hope you enjoy my next few chapters of terrible Guardian influences!
Xeano: Well, Io is a girl, so I can see why you would voice her as one. As for Ahamkara and their concept art, I choose to discard that stuff, as concept art is just that, art made upon a concept that isn't fully fleshed out, as for her color, who doesn't like purple?
D3rpman1015: Hey thanks! And I hope your story does good, quality Inheritance stories are hard to find in my opinion, so I figured I would take a stab at it.
General ramblings.
This was a fun chapter I think, ignore that time skip thing, it was just something I wanted to do because I honestly had no idea how to make a full day just disappear without putting those little squiggly lines in, and good news! Vex lady is back, and she really likes making our valiant Guardian feel pain.
As for the mysterious powers she gave him, will he be able to figure it out once the time comes? Find out next time on Dragon ba- *Cough* An Ahamkara's Rider!