Raxmon glanced back behind him and wished he had not as he saw Narssia right on his tail almost, her eyes blazing with anger over his little harmless payback on her. With a snort, he leapt forward and into the air, unfolding his golden with black underside wings to get away from Narssia before she hurt him for real.
Narssia hissed as she saw this as a challenge and quickly sped up, hoping to overtake Raxmon before he could actually start flying. She banked to the left as a sudden burst of golden flames rushed toward her. This panicked the young female and she wheeled about, turning back around since Raxmon had decided to turn his fire on her.
Racing along the dusty ground the two young dragons chased after each other, each turning their fire on the other when they had gone far enough in the opposite direction as to prevent them from wandering off all alone. One dragon sent a burst of fire almost at the other one while it turned and flew in the opposite direction, thus creating a boundary as to how far they can go. The two started to enjoy this and while Saphira observed for some time, she eventually walked in-between them and made them stop the game.
We must leave hatchlings. I truly did not want to stop your game but we must be off. I hope you understand, the mighty blue dragoness explained as the two landed and nodded equally, understanding what was done and knowing that they might never get to enjoy this type of play again for some time.
We understand. We will come shortly Saphira. Bowing her head once again, Narssia turned her eyes toward Raxmon, a lingering fear hidden beneath her yellow eyes. Ready for this?
I must be, there is no other way to avoid this and turn our backs on those that have befriended us. We must be ready with all of our strength and might, after all consider it a new challenge for us. Raxmon blinked slowly, his eyes flickering between Saphira's retreating frame and Narssia's muscular body.
Nodding in agreement, Narssia turned and advanced toward Saphira, her mind set on the path that they would take together despite what fate might lay out before them to trust their followed swiftly after her, having held back only to calm his wandering thoughts and quick beating heart. Only the future laid ahead of both Narssia and him, a future that would provide them with experience more memorable then what they had together so far. Spreading out his wings with a mighty roar, Raxmon leapt over Narssia and climbed into the air, his wings beating in perfect harmony as he went toward Eragon and Saphira who awaited them so that they could be gone from this heat barren place.
Raxmon, conserve your strength! Narssia snapped bitterly, growling slightly at his display of hatchling-like behavior despite his age of a year old in the world from where they came.
You want to get up here with me, do you not Narssia. You cannot deny it, I know you and I know how your mind works so get up here with me and enjoy the perfect air!
You know me far too well my scaled friend, Narssia growled back, baring the front row of her teeth in a light smile.But however, you are mistaken about me joining you. I for one wish to conserve my strength for our journey back as Saphira says it is a long trip that will last at least a week.
You lie for I have heard from Eragon that it will last only a day and that is isn't that far away as one would think but he refused to tell me where it is even with my pleading for information so there. Smirking in satisfaction, Raxmon dropped from the sky and folded in his wings as he landed just an inch before Narssia who halted immediately and hissed in displeasure.
You monster, she growled, her yellow eyes gleaming with anger as Raxmon stared at her with pride in his eyes after disproving what she had said and landing just inches from her snout.
No dragon could had possibly foreseen the attack that Narssia laid upon Raxmon for his trick nor could any dragon had managed to make her out in the fight as she was merely a blur. A deep slash to the left shoulder, a bite mark of the tail, a thin scrape along the outside of his right wing, Narssia was basically everywhere in this fight, dodging any kind of counterstrike that Raxmon tried to do to get her to stop. Raxmon was simply too slow to counter Narssia's fierce blows to his body although he tried desperately to both avoid and counter her powerful strikes and deep wounds that she inflicted upon him.
A deep powerful roar echoed from nearby as a blur of blue slammed into the two young dragons, pinning them beneath two clawed paws as Saphira landed with disapproval clearly showing in her sapphire eyes. Snapping fiercely, Narssia tried to escape but Saphira merely put more pressure into her clawed paws that kept them down and she glared at each in turn, her eyes flickering between the two of them as a deep growl rose from her throat.
You two fight like just born hatchlings. Stop this quarreling at once before you hurt yourselves or I will intervene to stop this before it gets out of hand. You are proud creatures and yet you fight like dogs of the earth, snapping and ripping at each other. Certainly you need to be trained in combat before going out onto the fields of war and fighting against the black king and his dragon or Thorn and his rider Murtagh.
Saphira blinked her eyes expecting an answer from the two silent dragons as they gazed up in fear at her. A dragoness as powerful as she was could certainly crush them beneath her claws and not care about it, both smaller dragons realized in horror and they began to quiver in fear.
I think you have made your point Saphira. There is no need in terrifying them for the rest of their lives with you pressing down on them with your powerful claws, Eragon commented as he watched the scene carefully as he sat on the dusty ground, ready to stop Saphira if he must.
Catching another look at the two, which caused them to press further into the dirt underneath them in pure terror, Saphira sighed and lifted her clawed paws, freeing them from her powerful grip.
Fine, you hold a point little one, Saphira noted, turning her head back toward her rider for only a moment before turning it back to the two still quivering smaller dragons, I am sorry for my behavior but I don't want to see you get hurt. I have never mated in my life and I treat you like my own children when you are not and for that I am sorry. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me please do it. I would like nothing worse then to lose you both because you are mad at me so please forgive me of my actions and forgive each other for what they have done. Narssia, you mostly of all since you started the attack.
Drawing up her head out of the dirt, the black dragoness glared sharply at Saphira before rolling over onto her legs and standing up, unfolding and flapping her wings to rid the dirt from them.
Why would I forgive that which you have done to me? You believe that the dragon race can be saved during this war but you are wrong. The dragon race is doomed to die out and with it the age of the riders! Narssia howled as her fear turned to anger as she turned her eyes to Raxmon. Our fight is not over. I have more I wish to do to you and yet will not at this time because I am humble and respect dragons older then myself.
Saphira growled softly as Narssia's words echoed through her mind, This dragoness was a clear danger to herself. What made her think that she could just say things like what she had said and get away with it?
I fully believe that you hold no reason for me to remain here other then to be drawn into a pact with others that I care not for and as such from here on out I no longer wish to be in your presence, Narssia snarled, turning her head back around and baring her teeth at Saphira in anger before hissing and whipping her head back to take off.
"Narssia please, allow us to make it up to you . . ."
Eragon, who had stayed silent until this point, stood up and advanced toward the now anger-filled dragoness. Even Saphira took a step forward but Narssia glared as she glanced back at them.
This land is a miserable place for dragons to call home. I would rather die in a fight then remain in this miserable location of dust and dirt. Such conditions are unfit for a proud creature as we are.
Snorting, the black dragoness turned her gaze back to the dust out before her. Was there anything else here except for dust and dirt? This place was fine if you were a brown dragon but not a black dragon as she was.
I would rather be out here on my own then stay with either of you! Narssia roared, spreading out her wings and leaping into the air, her wings flapping and carrying her away from the three as tears collected in her eyes at the thought of leaving behind Raxmon to fend for himself with this cruel dragon and rider who had betrayed her trust.
Watching Narssia leave as he rolled over onto his stomach, Raxmon felt a stab of guilt through his heart. He could had prevented her from leaving but yet he did not. What friend does that to another? Certainly there had to be a way to reconcile this, right? Lifting his head, Raxmon gazed at Saphira, his eyes flickering over to the distant form of Narssia flying away, his movements conveying more of his emotions then mental thought could at the moment with his plea to go after her and makes things right between them and her. Realizing his thoughts Saphira shook her head sadly, wanting him to stay with them instead of going off as Narssia had.
"She has made her choice and we must respect it Raxmon," Eragon commented as his hand held tight around Brisingr's hilt as he walked over to Saphira and Raxmon.
But I could go after her and get her back before she does something that she will regret. You have to let me try! What risk does that impart on us? Raxmon questioned as fresh tears came streaming down his face as the realization of having to be away from Narssia impacted him stronger then he had thought it would.It brings more of a risk then you could imagine Raxmon. We are at risk just by being here and that is why Eragon and I had planned on leaving before now but you and Narssia got into the fight and now she has left us with only you. Saphira sighed, knowing how much it hurt Raxmon to be away from Narssia as she had felt the same loneliness when Eragon left her only weeks ago to go to the dwarves.
We have to try and stop her though! Why can't you see that? Narssia is a much a danger to us as this Thorn seems to be!
Snorting at learning this, Saphira seemed interesting in hearing about how Narssia was as dangerous as Thorn was given the male's rapid growth and strength from the multiple eldunari that Murtagh certainly had.
Tell me hatchling, how is Narssia like Thorn?
She is quick to anger and bares a grudge longer then any other dragon I have met. Her attacks are as powerful as mine, although she commands greater variety over what she can do with them then I even though we are the same age. I truly fear for our lives now as she is angry at two of the three of us but I believe she will wait before turning her anger to us over what has been done, Raxmon explained, the tip of his tail twitching as he spoke about her power.
Raxmon held himself from letting a sharp growl go as he felt the stinging pain of his wounds left by Narssia start to finally pain him. Glancing down, he observed his bleeding shoulder as blood oozed from the fresh cut and yelped as he moved his wings slightly along his back to a more comfortable spot although there was no comfort to be found while his injuries pained him. Perhaps she had left him a warning? Perhaps she wished for him to stay with those that she now hated with her entire being?