Chapter four : To the Leaders
A/N) always thought of king Orrin like the sultan from Aladdin, a little goofy you know?
It had been a long and tedious day; she was tired and the presence of the boy before her just irritated her even more. He had the tendency to disobey her at the most inconvenient times, and this time was of the most importance.
There was an unofficial race between the Varden and the Empire; to find the missing egg. Whoever finds it will have the upper hand, a great advantage in the war. No time could be wasted; it had to be found. It was partially, if not completely Eragon's fault; he sent the blasted thing to who-knows-where.
Nasuada curtsied and touched her two fingers to her lip in the elfish greeting and the blonde boy acknowledged her the same way. She sat down, he followed her example and she began tapping her fingers on the arm of her chair; something she had begun recently, probably due to the stress of the Varden.
"Now, tell me Eragon, what brings you here so early? Surely you could not have the egg so quickly?"
"Milady, Saphira and I have not, nor has Roran. And I don't think any of the other caravans have either. But as we were flying over the desert I felt the presence of five slavers. I sent Roran to ambush them, free the captured and leave the slavers stranded, because I --"
"Eragon! How can you? You dare risk yourself for some petty slavers?" Nasuada cried in anger. Her guards rushed into her tent at her cry but where waved away by Nasuada. "Yes I agree, slavery is terrible and inhuman thing but you risked yourself. Did you every think of if you were caught?"
"Yes, lady Nasuada, I understand but if you will…," Eragon defended his intentions and Nasuada sat down for him to continue.
"When we ambushed the caravan we..." he paused with a smile on his face. "In the wagon was the third Dragon Rider…"
Nasuada stared at him, could this be true? The third rider? When she met Eragon and Saphira she felt joy beyond belief and hope, hope for the Varden and Alagaësia. When she heard of the second rider, Murtagh and Thorn happiness filled her but was quickly ripped from her by the fact that they had sided with the enemy. She had always imagined the arrival of a dragon rider, at times she would ponder on who it would be, often it was Arya and Roran but she would at times mused herself as one as well.
"Does..." she paused to clear her throat, "does Galbatorix of you him?"
"Her and I do not know. I fear she is though. I could not enter her mind and she would not yield it to me. And when I asked her if she was working with the empire she would respond with blatant answers." he waited for all this to settle with Nasuada and her reaction. To his surprise she did noting not even blink.
"Her dragon is small, if only a week maybe 2 weeks old. We have her caught in the wagon the same in which we found her. I should find Arya and the elves, if I can not breach her mind I will need the elves help as well."
"Yes, yes find any and every magician but Eragon don't, please do not let word of this out. I will fetch king Orrin and Jörmundur. Tell Roran to pull the wagon up to my tent and I shall meet you here as quick as possible."
Right outside her tent was Nasuada's guard, standing cautiously around Saphira, in the wet mud. As Nasuada headed to King Orrin's tent and her guard trailed behind, at her requests, though she hated being hovered over so much.
The Surdan King's tent was grand and in Nasuada's opinion it was too grand. It was twice maybe three times the size of hers; with rich red and purple fabric, the trimmings, which hung along the door opening and roof, were gold fringe like. On the tapestries were embroidered lions and unicorns.
Her head guard announced her arrival to the inside of the tent. From behind glass tubes and bubbling vials was Orrin, holding a splint.
"Lord Orrin there is an emergency; you must come to my tent. Please if you will follow me…"
"Ah, Nasuada!" Orrin face brightened with a proud smile, like a child's would when he got a perfect on a test. "Look what I have discovered! This black liquid here, will combust at even the smallest amount of sun light or flames! Ha-ha, isn't wondrous!?"
"Orrin we have an emergency!"
"Pssff! Is anyone dying?"
"No." Nasuada answered shortly.
"Is the Empire army at our gates?"
"No." She answered again.
"Well then what ever it is, it can wait. But this you must see."
On the table was a black stained glass box that had an opening at the top, which inside held a metal bowl. Orrin lit the splint he was holding and held it a foot away from the side of the box instantly the liquid inside burst in to flames.
"See! Amazing!" Orrin laughed. The flames began to spill out over the bowls edges and grow hotter and hotter at a dangerous rate. Orrin pulled the trap door close and let the fire burn out.
"The odd thing is; it can't be put out by water, hmmm odd eh?" Turing towards Nasuada, the king clasp his hands together and said; "now that was your emergency that needed to be dealt with?"
DISCLAIMERS: I DON'T OWN Roran, Eragon, Nasuada, Saphira, Varden, Surda, Alagaësia, Galbatorix, his Empire, King Orrin or Jörmundur
Chapters 4 and 5 are coming together because they are both tiny chapters and chapter six is alot longer and im not finished it yet o_o, so hopefully these two chapters will hold you off for a while.
and reviews are really, superdooper appreciated. i really want to know what you think about what im writing and if it's any good and some ideas. i want to get to know you guys and what ya like, so i dont end up writing something you hate and you go home crying, because that would be really embarrassing, for the both of us...yea.
also exams are coming up (end of jan.) so i might be a bit busy to update as quickly as i would like, but have no fear it will be done!