Lords of Chaos
Chapter 4: Healings and Prices
A/n: This chapter is timeskipped from the last to after Saphira takes off with Eragon upon smelling the Ra'Zac. The chapter starts just as Eragon finds his uncle injured.
Eragon turned his uncle over gently wincing every few seconds at the moans leaking out of the older man's mouth. "It's going to be okay uncle, I won't let anything happen to you." Standing up and backing away from his father figure Eragon raises his hands out to the side at shoulder height and chants:
"I call upon the heart of power,
known by those who worship him as the Dragon God,
known by those who know him as Lord Heron,
known by those who love him as Harry,
I call upon the God of Creation
By my Dragon Bond, I call you,
By my knowledge, I call you,
By my Love, I call you.
As soon as the last word left Eragon's mouth the room lit up with a flash of pure black light that seemed to suck in all the sunlight streaming down from the holes in the walls and ceiling. As the light died down a figure of the same light sucking energy stood at the center of the room with tentacles of purple and silver waving calmly around him."So you have called upon me, Mortal, so by the Threefold Calling I have come, What is it that you ask of me?" Heron asked not even looking at the one who had called him so strongly, it was rare these days for someone to know how to call him but not that rare after all.
Eragon knowing that he couldn't have been les formal after the way he had been called suppressed the twinge of hurt that grew in his chest at being called 'mortal,' it was (for Eragon at least) a very sore point in their relationship. "Heron, I called you to ask the favor of healing for my uncle who I regard as a father." The young, male asked formally.
Snapping his 'head' around to stare at Eragon, Heron blinked a few times before looking around for the man he was supposed to be healing. Having spotted him Heron leaned down to inspect his wounds and winced at how painful it must have been for the man. "You know I must ask something of you to Heal him after the way you Called me, yes love?"
"I know, I couldn't remember if you had taught me any other way and I didn't know if I had the time to sit back and debate it." Eragon said softly bowing his head in acceptance."
"Yes, love but the magic has already decided it's price. For a full healing of your father figure you will need to take a journey with a story teller to the tallest dwarf mountain, without my inference." Harry said hand hovering of the prone form of his mate's uncle.
"What do you mean the magic demands? I thought you were the heart of magic? How does your own power demand something from you?"
"In the beginning anything could be done with magic, dear, in order to keep lesser gods from interfering too much in the lives of mortals I planted Four Rules in the very heart and spread it to every shread of magic usable. This is why magic decides the prices for itself; usually it asks for a sacrifice of life to save a life and it can't really do that in this instance. Do you accept the Price of this Healing?" Heron finished formally his hand of energy still hovering over the form laid out on the floor between them.
Eragon shut his eyes in thought his expression flashing from desperation to determination. "I will accept the Price for this Healing. When will I be able to see you again?" Eragon finished desperation once again coloring his voice, it had been many years since he had had to be away from his love for any significant amount of time.
"Once you get to the mountain I can come to you but until then I can only watch from afar." Heron said as green fire burst from his hand and reached out to cover the mortal in front of him in swaying green snakes of power visibly healing every wound they crossed over until they finally healed the last one and disappeared in a flash of golden light sealing the Price of the Healing. Now it would reverse if any part of the Price was broken.