Ok sorry people for the previous long update. We started working on this the moment we finished the previous chapter :) Also, TophFan totally ran away from the lovey dovey teasing scenes.
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Eragon quailed with nervous fear as Galbatorix rose with regalty from his gilded throne and scrutinized him carefully. His eyes were full of cold ice shards, which Eragon recognized instantly. Galdon was the first to speak, but even him, with his confident attitude, his voice cracked slightly with fear and apprehension.
"Father. Faolin and I found this man, Eragon, with Miyuki. He claims he is a dragon rider, and is from Alagaesia." Galdon explained, careful not to make even one slip-up. His face of stone was crumbling, bit by bit, as if the presence of his father was like a hammer in his face.
Galbatorix frowned at the mention of Alagaesia. "I see my good-for-nothing brother has been stirring up trouble again. Hasn't he, Eragon?" He teased questioningly.
Eragon's mind went blank. Galbatorix had a brother? And not just a brother, a twin?Eragon thought fretfully, projecting his thoughts to Saphira.
It seems so, little oneSaphira answered uncertainly. She swished her shining tail back and forth- it was her habit. Female dragons were like werecats; they were both vain but good in the heart.
He suddenly remember he had yet to answer the King's question. "Yes, your highness. He killed all the dragons in Alagaesia, as well as their rider's and seized power over the entire land. That is, the lands belonging to humans."
King Livien gave a great 'harrumph' and sat down. "He always was a show-off, that Galbatorix. Great idiot of a brother." He complained bitterly. "The Lord has cursed me to look like him."
Eragon inclined his head to show his agreement. "I did think you were Galbatorix at first." He said pleasantly.
"Eragon.." Faolin muttered warningly, but it was too late. King Livien immediately stood up, anger radiating in his body. His magical aura was just as terrifying as Galbatorix's sickly voice was.
"How dare you, son of a peasant, a farmer, compare me to my brother? The scum of my life! You have no idea what he has done to me, you scoundrel, rotten to the core. You have no heart, do you know that? It has been eaten away by thousands of spiders, crawling over your pathetic excuse of a brain. Do you know what you remind me of? You remind of Galbatorix. Always so arrogant, cocky, always the talented one. While my father asked him to show off for his guests, he asked me to serve the tables!" Livien yelled, his voice slightly cracking.
Eragon jumped up with shock, his hatred for his twin was strong as his connection with Saphira. He regretted voicing his feelings, but it was too late.
Galdon and Faolin seemed to disappear into the shadows, frightened by the outburst. The two guards and magicians opened the doors slightly to quickly slip out. Eragon was alone, with only Saphira and Arisu. The black haired girl was calmly examining her polished nails like there was not a raging battle in the room.
Livien continued, ranting on, "Do you know what else Galbatorix did to me? He befriended her. Yes, he befriended her. Always the ladies man. And do you know what happened to my poor, beloved wife? He ripped her apart and fed her to a girl he wanted to court. He ripped apart Galdon and Faolin's poor mother! Did he care that I cared? No! He just cared about himself. The girl he wanted to court died! The next day! She died! Just like that! Her body was never recovered!" He ranted, his face red with anger.
"King Livien. I feel your sorrow, I really do." Arisu interrupted consolingly, batting her eyelashes. To Eragon, it looked like she was a doll that Ismira used to cuddle. "Nothing is sadder than the loss of the ones we hold dearest to our hearts."
Whatever spell or charmspeak Arisu put in her voice, it worked. Livien immediately calmed down and sat on his throne again. "I knew you would understand, my lovely dear. If I recall correctly, you had a marvelous connection with her."
"Auntie was always my favourite," Arisu replied sweetly.
"Thank you, m'dear. You are dismissed. Please show Eragon to his guest chamber," Livien ordered, as if he was a different person, "I want to learn all about the current events that I have missed in the last few centuries!"
Arisu immediately took Eragon's arms and pulled him, a bit harshly, out the throne room, with Saphira following suit. "Come on slowpoke, don't make him change his mind," She muttered under her breath, beckoning to Saphira to move faster. "He's a bit weird ever since his wife died."
"Faolin and Galdon's mother died?" inquired Eragon. The rider instantly gave his sympathy to the two princes, at least they probably knew her before she went.
Arisu nodded. "It's ancient history, ancient relic rider. Galbatorix didn't really kill King Livien's wife. He was gone way before that. Our former queen caught some illness named "Galbatorix". I think that's where the fallen king got his name, actually since 'Galbatorix' is a very deadly disease, him coming from here."
Arisu thought about what to say. She was debating whether to trust a piece of information to the ancient relic, and decided to. "Naturally, 'Auntie' didn't like me much. Thought I was too 'boisterous' and 'rude'. Miyuki was her favourite. Figures." Arisu grumbled. "Oh yeah, it's time for the tour with you and Miyuki. And before you leave, let me give you a warning. Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Her" She growled pointing her sword, a dark purple blade with a amethyst inlaid at the hilt, at Eragon. Saphira gave a low growl, concerned for her Rider's safety.
Eragon immediately backed up. "Hey, I won't touch her okay? And how did your sword appear out of nowhere? You could have killed me!" He protested, eyeing the sharp, pointed blade that was positioned uncomfortably close to his neck.
Saphira shifted uncomfortably, the prospect of a rider getting beaten by a young girl was a disgrace, although being beaten by this girl might not be that dishonorable.
"Good" Arisu confirmed, and her sword vanished into a wisp of smoke. Eragon raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Oh. It's called Ventus. Miyuki enchanted it for me to appear whenever I want, in whatever shape I want." Arisu answered nonchalantly. "Let's go, ancient relic," She joked, and led Eragon up an elegant staircase that seemed to spiral forever to the surface of the ocean. The watery light was bright and lit up the palace, occasional shadows flickered ominously. The staircase finally came to an end and they found Saphira, already landed on the floor.
Did you fly up here?Eragon asked, impressed.
I had to at least move an inch!Saphira replied, jokingly.
Eragon grinned. "Let's keep on going, lead the way, Arisu!" He said happily. For no apparent reason, he was grinning.
Arisu took in his giddy behaviour and smirked. She spied a painting of fruits sporting melons and oranges, hanging on the wall. A sudden idea appeared to her. "Don't call me Arisu. CALL ME MELON LORD! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!" Arisu suddenly yelled, catching Eragon by surprise.
"Alright, Arisu" Eragon replied, shaking his head.
"Melon Lord" Arisu said curtly. "Come on Melon servant!" She beckoned with the new nickname she came up with.
Eragon groaned at his new nickname. However, he should count himself lucky. At least Arisu stopped calling him 'Theweirdestpersonihaveeverse enandlookstotallyidioticands tupid'". He shook his head. Arisu was twelve, after all. He followed Arisu, who looked as if she was a mile away already.
When Eragon caught up with Arisu, he opened the heavy doors, ignoring her 'Melon Lord' song she was blasting into his ears. He winced, Saphira was humming along with the black haired girl.
Ohhhhh the mighty Melon Lord was walking and walking,
She beat up her servant who was just like jumping
Kangaroos of countries wide and far
They came to see the sight of a melon servant bazar!
"Melon Lord?" Miyuki asked quietly behind them, causing Arisu and Eragon to jump. "I see you're in you're happy state, Ar-Melon Lord. Are you excited for the ball?"
"What? Don't be ridiculous." Arisu protested, crossing her arms with a pouting face. "At least you managed to switch to my new title. Servant Dum-Dum over there forgot the moment I proclaimed my power over him."
Eragon crossed his arms and frowned. "Don't patronize me. I'm more powerful than you." Eragon said grumpily.
Arisu snickered while Miyuki hid a smile. "Really, Melon Servant?" She asked teasingly. She summoned her sword out of thin air for the second time, stopping one millimetre from Eragon's heart, catching him by surprise again. "Really?"
Saphira growled with displeasure, accidentally sending a jet of fire at Arisu. Instead of getting burned, however, the fire merely congregated around Arisu, making her seem like a mad magician. She laughed loudly before dissipating the fire around her. "I'll take that as an accident, Saphira" Arisu laughed.
I'm sorry hatchling,Saphira thought to Arisu.
Woah! I mean, It's okay. I'm a fire user, Arisu thought back, slightly disturbed by someone other than Miyuki talking to her through her mind.
Arisu shook off her feelings of surprise and continued her narration. "Miyuki, would you mind guiding Melon Servant around Illibrith? I have to go, to...somewhere." Arisu started awkwardly.
"You mean with somebody named Tabor?"Miyuki asked. There wasn't any tone of teasing in her voice. She was dead serious, which made it even funnier to Eragon.
Arisu growled and held out her hand, usually to signify that she was going to pull her sword out of thin air. However, much to her chagrin, it didn't appear. She frowned with frustration until she realized that Miyuki was holding her sword, looking victorious.
"Hey! No fair! I'm not a 'cosmic energy' and 'necromancy' user!" Arisu complained, holding her hand out to receive her sword. Miyuki smiled and handed her royal purple sword back to her and beckoned to Eragon to follow her. "Let's go...Eragon" Miyuki said hesitantly, wondering if she should have adapted to Arisu's 'nickname'.
"What's a cosmic energy and necromancy user?" Eragon asked as soon as Arisu was out of earshot.
"Oh. They are the two most powerful of the six elements. One is not more powerful than the other and almost nobody is a cosmic user or a necromancer these days, well, other than King Livien." Miyuki explained as they walked down the hall, passing the painting with fruits on it.
"Wait, then why did Arisu say you were a cosmic energy user anda necromancer? How is that possible? What's so special about you?" Eragon pressed. This concept of magic was confusing to him, and he wanted to find out as much as he can- even if he recieved many headaches.
"Woah, one question at a time. It's not difficult! I will answer the first question. I don't know. I guess I'm just good at magic." Miyuki answered modestly.
Eragon folded his arms. "You still didn't answer my other questions" He complained.
Miyuki sniffed, "That is because the questions are unspecific. Possible? Everything is possible! I've known people who mastered allof the elements!"
"Are they still alive?" Eragon asked.
Miyuki didn't answer. "Your room," She said while brushing off Eragon's question with ease.
"Right." Eragon answered, as he opened the door. He gasped, his guest room was the size of the throne room of King Livien. The bed was made of gold, the pillows looked and felt like clouds in Eragon's hands. Interior design was amazing throughout every inch of space.
Miyuki's eyes widened, "Whoops, that's my room!" She pulled on the collar of Eragon's tunic, which was too high for Miyuki's short height. The rider was choked with misapprehension and lack of air- Miyuki's shortness added to the pressure.
Miyuki looked confused. "That's weird. My room doesn't look like this from the outside. I thought this one was supposed to be yours!" She closed her eyes, as if to see through any magical barriers.
"That idiot Tabor! How dare he, this is state business, not laughing matter!" She growled, pointing her finger, making the door to the room change completely into a glowing white arc that looked like a heavenly doorway.
"You really hate Tabor" Eragon remarked as he glanced down at Miyuki, whose eyes were closed, trying to identify any other tricks.
"What? I don't hate Tabor. I don't hateanyone. If I hated anyone, they'd be dead now." Miyuki answered coldly. " But I do dislike him intensely." She admitted.
No wonder Tabor seemed so afraid of MiyukiEragon told Saphira in his mind.
What? Who's this Tabor human you hatchlings are talking about? Saphira replied confusedly.
Oh. I forgot. You weren't thereEragon apologized. He then relayed all the revelations he discovered- Tabor and his sinister serpent, Diablo. He also told Saphira that Arisu seemed very taken with Tabor, although Miyuki seemed relatively undisturbed by this fact.
"Alright Eragon. This time, I will show you to your realroom, not some room that Tabor shabbily patched up. I'm surprised that he could even start using magic. It's been a long time." Miyuki suddenly said, jolting Eragon and Saphira out of their mental conversation. "Oh and by the way, I am disturbed."
Eragon looked at Saphira open-mouthed, who grunted, before following Miyuki down the richly decorated hallway.
Miyuki came to an abrupt halt. "Your room" She said stiffly, opening the door.
Eragon counted himself to be well-traveled. He slept under Saphira's wing, in the caves and mountains of Tronjheim, the leafy houses of Ellesmera, the mud and brick houses of Carvahall, and the lavish rooms of Nasuada's palace in Illirea. This room was different in every possible way.
For one, there were no floors. Instead, it was a cushion of air. In fact, it looked as if all the amenities were simply hanging in mid-air, above the elegant palace gardens. Where a roof should have been, there was a sun and many fluffy clouds. Eragon considered the dwelling he lived in Ellesmera 'open to the elements'. This room by far surpassed that. In fact, Eragon could swear he could feel a slight breeze in the room.
This room was also huge. If Shruikan was still alive, he would still have space to move around in this vast room. Eragon gaped at it open-mouthed for several moments, looking totally dumbstruck, oblivious to Miyuki's smirk that was hanging on her face.
Another interesting quality of the room was that it was full of paintings and sculptures. A closer look led Eragon to see the elegant design of Illibrith. The tapestries were floating on the invisible walls, as well as many familiar architectural structures located in Illibrith. There were many paintings of familiar characters throughout his life, including Arya, Roran, Garrow, Venir, Orik, and Oromis. Hrothgar and many other allies were painted prominently as well.
This room. It's...mine? Eragon asked in wonder to Miyuki and Saphira. Who made it? I mean, built it?
I don't know, hatchlingSaphira answered. She too was surprised at the room, it was perfect for a dragon rider.
"I don't consider myself a builder, Miyuki said hesitantly, "But I'm reasonably proficient at it."
Eragon stared at her. "You, made that?" He asked disbelievingly. "When?"
"When you, Galdon, Faolin, Saphira, and Arisu were with King Livien." She answered casually, flicking her long, white hair.
Eragon made a disparaging sound. "The day I discover your weakness, Miyuki, is the day I will finally stop thinking that you are too powerful." Eragon said, shaking his head.
He glanced around the room again. The room was rapidly changing, changing with the tide and ebbs of his life. Whether he liked it or not, the underwater city impacted his life in ways he can not comprehend.
This room was his true name.
Ok people, first of all, there were lots of Avatar influences for this chapter. Well, duh, TophFan is obsessed with Toph!
Second of all, yes, some of you may think that Miyuki is a Mary Sue (a perfect character, e.i. Arya), however, she does have some...bad...weaknesses. All in due time, all in due time..
We MIGHT not be posting any more chapters because our favorite English teacher is taking a position in New York, and we are writing a small tribute to her (a story) so all our time would go to that. Sorry!