Hey guys, even though I think only a few peoplehave actually read this,But, Sorry I didn't update till now.I'm a bad person I know. Any ways, I told you the chappies would get longer and they did. YAYAYAY! So now enjoy!
Disclaimer I don't own Eragon But I do own my OC's.
Helena awoke in a tangle of roots that conveniently had a depression that fit her body. She looked around. All seemed tranquil compared to only hours ago. She looked into the distance. Through healthy live trees peaked the sight of burnt trees and forest. Above all that she saw the sun was just starting to clear the hills. It must be early morning, she thought. Another thought that was alien to her mind, entered. Discover the morning but also discover yourself.
"Who are you? Show yourself," shouted Helena. Whipping around to find the humanoid, she saw her own hand. Now usually who cares if you see your hand, but it gave Helena fright. For Helena's hand had become white on that day. In fact all her skin was white, and so was her hair. She looked into a small puddle of water and gasped. Her lips were as red as blood and, even no she knew she wore none, it looked as if she had mascara on. Last and the most shocking to her was that her eye color had turned to gold.
"What has happened to me," asked Helena. I simply gave you what you wanted, spoke the alien voice again into her mind. To answer your earlier question I am the Menoa tree, and I have been watching over you since last night. I have great power and have been alive since almost the beginning of elves themselves'. You wanted power to kill Galbatorix. His death is something I also have pinned for awhile, and even more strongly after he burnt down part of my beautiful forest. So, I took parts of many species to make you . From the Urgals I took strength, From dwarves I took the ability to see well in darkness, From elves I took their swiftness, and their quickness in mind, and from the human you once were the qualities of endurance and faith. Together I put them to make you better and to increase the chance of you succeeding. I have four other gifts for you. Unfortunately, I cannot show you my next gift I have to make you see through other methods.
By now Helena was thoroughly confused. Small and large question raced through her mind. She looked at the Menoa Tree which was clearly the largest and tallest tree in the forest. From all the tree had done, she thought the Menoa tree must have a limitless amount of power.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a small rumbling behind her. She spun around quickly on her toes to see a pile of mud, leafs, and earth lifting from the ground. It formed into a shape with a crude likeness of a bulky man. The monster came at her swinging its large arms. She dodged this way and that. She seemed to be faster but only by a little. How am I going to fight it, she thought , I've never fought anything in my life. Helena attempted a weak punch at the mud monster. It didn't do anything that Helena could tell. The monster reacted by shoving her with the palm of it's hand. So, she retreated back and into a dead end. She looked around for retreats, but couldn't find any. Suddenly she was filled with a strange power and a single word occupied her mind. Helena shouted out that word, "Jierda!" The monster in front of her broke up and fell to the ground in pieces. A good (OMG OR WTF) sort of moment.
I did magic. Guess that's the 2nd gift of the Menoa tree. Does that make me a magician or a wizard or even a witch? A wave of fatigue hit Helena which almost brought her to her knees. She leaned against a rock for support. She eventually, made her way back to the Menoa tree now even more questions floating about her head.
The Menoa tree once again addressed her through minds. Now you have used magic. You will need to practice to be able to use and do more with it. Now before your many questions, dig through the roots right in front of you. Not exactly trusting the tree, Helena dug through the roots. After a while her hands slid over the hole feeling leather. She pulled out what looked like a small sheath and dusted it off. It was a sheath and it was black with a red ruby in the middle at the top. It had an adjustable strap to latch around your waist. But what was truly remarkable was the dagger inside. Helena slowly pulled the dagger from its sheath. It had a red blade. Its handle was red and black and the colors spiraled up to the top which was the color of gold. The guard ( the little piece of metal right after the handle that keeps a hand from slipping onto the blade) was black and shaped like a dragon with its wings spread. The dragon its self had gold eyes. Helena knew this was a real treasure. The craftsmanship was impeccable and the metal and jewels would be very expensive to acquire at the market.
This is one of the last daggers the elves crafted. The blade will never rust or dull. It will never break and you can store energy in the eyes of the dragon and in the ruby on the sheath. You can also hide the knife under your skirt by strapping it to your leg, finished the Menoa tree.
"Thank you," Helena said for this was a priceless gift.
From the hole in the ground came a squeak. Her attention immediately became focused on the source of the noise. A strange black, red, and gold stone had been uncovered in her search. It squeaked again. Helena recoiled from the strange noise.Don't be afraid. This is another of my gifts to you. Helena slowly lifted the stone from the hole and scanned it from her palm. Cracks were beginning to form on the surface. Realizing that this was an egg she set it down in front of her. Soon the creature was free of its shell, but it was nothing like Helena had expected. She thought it was a bird or a snake, but it was a baby dragon with red scales like gems. The scales on it's underbelly were gold along with the spines on the dragons wings. The dragon's spikes (the ones down its back and the one on each wing) and horns were ebony. Its true the dragon wasn't what she expected, but it had it's own strange beauty. Helena reached out to pet it. When her hand reached the baby dragon an icy wave stretched up and down her arm causing an unexpected pain. After a few seconds, which seemed like minutes to Helena, the pain stopped and Helena slowly returned her breath to normal. She looked at the palm of her hand. It was glowing in a small circle on her hand. It stopped but still left a very pronounce mark.
Gedwey Ignasia, explained the Menoa tree. Helena looked from her to the dragon. A question rose in her mind.
Will it shock me again if I touch it?
The Menoa tree answered, No. The dragon is now your life partner and a deadly foe to all your enemies. SHE … is cunning, intelligent and at the moment, hungry. There is a wounded rabbit a little distance from the other side of me. Kill it by smacking it with the flat of your blade. Then present it to your dragon. Helena looked where the Menoa tree instructed and found the rabbit barely alive. She took out her dagger and just stood there marveling at its beauty. Then brought the flat of it's blade down onto the rabbit's skull. The little life left in the hare left in that moment. She picked up the carcass to give to her dragon.
As she walked she felt a different consciousness brush up against her own. Suddenly she was filled with fear. As the other presence disappeared, she had been made aware of the vastness around her mind. As her fear grew, walls of protection slid up around her mind. After a few minutes she calmed down and her walls slowly lowered. She add new questions onto the list of others she was going to ask the Menoa tree when time permitted.
The dragon was exploring when Helena got back. She picked the baby up and set it down beside the dead rabbit. It hungrily ate. She watched with almost loving feelings. "What is her name?"
Whatever you want it to be, the Menoa tree answered back simply. A name, thought Helena. She stared at the dragon and felt gratitude from the dragon through their new mental link.
Revenge. "That's your name… Revenge." The Menoa tree didn't seem to think that was a good name, but it didn't say anything about it.
Now for my last gift, stated the Menoa tree, I will be your guide and teacher.
"How, asked Helena, "Trees don't move, and I don't know where my quest may take me."
I have thought this through. Take a seed from my branches. Helena walked over to a lower branch and looked for a seed. She found a few of them. They where brown, and shaped like almonds. They where only a little bit bigger than normal almonds too. (But that doesn't mean they were almonds!)
She reached up and picked one. She started to bring it to her, but her arm was suddenly frozen. The whole tree seemed to glow. The light slowly drained into the single seed in Helena's hands. When all the light had drained into the seed, Helena could finally pull her arm back. The seed was still a glow. Again the Menoa tree addressed Helena, but she felt it come from the seed and not the tree itself. Helena, I have transferred my consciousness into this seed. This is what you promised to do for me. You must take me back to this forest once we are done even if there isn't a forest left when we come back. A deep sadness was felt by Helena through their link. I must now rest. I have used up much of my energy. Keep me safe until I awaken in a few hours. Its kind of funny I haven't slept in years. It drifted off to sleep.
Helena searched for a consciousness inside the tree. Their wasn't any, and from that she knew it was dead. So, Helena scooped up the dragon and placed it on her shoulder. She took the red ribbon from her hair and tied it around her neck. She tucked the seed securely between the ribbon and her neck, and started to head for the edge of the forest.
To get through the forest she had walk through the burnt waste land Galbatorix had created. She did her best just not to think about the horrors of the last night. When she came near the edge of the forest she noticed a tombstone. Curiosity lead her to the front of it. It was shaped like a cross with a circle over it. On it was her name. It was all to much. She grasped the tombstone and started to weep. Revenge flew to the top of the tombstone and tried to figure out what had so disturbed her rider.
A young slave girl who had noticed the fire last night, came to explore. Maybe she could figure out what had started the fire. She heard sobs in the distance. She crept carefully and quietly so she wouldn't be noticed. She hid behind a dead tree and looked upon a pure white skinned woman crying on a tombstone. She accidentally snapped a stick while trying to get a better view, which made an awfully loud noise. The women stopped her crying, and looked right at the slave girl. The slave girl, terrified, ran off screaming "it's a ghost!".
The word "ghost" rolled around in her head. The unfortunate truth, it fit her so exactly yet so simply. I will be a ghost to my enemies. I will live under the alias "Ghost", to Galbatorix, until I reveal myself to him right before I slit his throat.
Hope you like, now I'm going to bed... sort of. Any way have a happy Turkey Day tomorrow (aka Thanksgiving Day). Unless you don't celebrate Turkey day then just have another happy day! One more thing italics equals thoughts or comunication between minds. (redone)