I am back! No problems, just a lack of motivation. But reading other's stories really inspire me, so here I am!
Gone
Ramvír
I woke up late, very late indeed. The magnificent sun was shining in all its glory and pride. The golden orb's light brightened the very day and I, already energized with the prospect of beginning my training, was delighted.
I was happy, but not all were.
A rumbling sound shook the tree residence perched on top of the Ebony tree. The house was of the purest black in colour; to help camouflage it in times of attack. The tree-house was stripped of comforts and luxuries. It contained the sandalwood bed, a table which was likely to be full in a few days and chair, and some cubbyholes. Ebrithil had given me a fairth, the concepts of which I still do not understand perfectly, which showed me with my last glimpse of Gil'ead, in all its rebuilt splendor, but as small and miniscule as the ants that roam around my feet, as seen from high above on Lacksh'an's back.
I do not like sun shining so brightly, I do think it will tarnish my scales. Growled the green and white dragon, who seemed to have doubled in size in the last few weeks, or maybe it was the last few days. Still the vanity of dragons had the element of a three-year-old's thoughts in it.
Ramvír laughed and rolled his eyes in amusement. "Don't be silly, you great big brute! The beauty of your scales is magnified tenfold when the sunlight shines on it. Had a good night's sleep?"
Lacksh'an seemed irritated and retorted; I am usually not referred to as a great brute, because people normally have the sense not to. But ah, you are not normal, are you?
"No, nobody here is, and ever will be. Let's go, we don't want to get late for the first lesson of my life."
Arya
This was going to be fun.
I had woken up in sync with dawn, just as the sun rose. It was not completely solid when it rose into view but like a watery image of the real lightbringer. I had been hoping to watch Eragon's actions from when he woke up, but to my surprise the leader of the riders was already awake. He sat deep in meditation his eyes shut in concentration and yet there was a calm and serene look on his face.
The very face I adored.
I silently went closer to him, hoping that he would not notice my presence, but I was wrong. As soon as I was close to him, he started and then said, "Oh, it is you, Arya Dröttning. You are welcome to join me in my meditation."
I was flustered, because this sort of behavior was not what I had expected from Eragon. But I did what he said, sat down of the lush green grass and opened my mind into the surroundings. Immediately, I was overwhelmed by the tiny glimpses and shimmers of life my mind could sense. Energetic, lively, bouncy, playful life. Everywhere and anywhere I threw my mind, I saw life, struggling to live, and eventually winning the battle. The simple this life was for them, a life without war, a life without politics, and a life without love. Simple, without sadness, but also without happiness…
The new riders had arrived and I sat beside them, learning, as I ought to, from the teacher of the shur'tugal.
Eragon had made protests, feeble protests to stop me from sitting with the other students, saying that they would be confused if the elf who taught them was learning herself, and that he was not knowledgeable enough to teach one far older than he, and that she would know everything that he taught her. I would not listen to him and sat with him, saying that it was just for the day. Fírnen had also gone with Saphira into the high mountains of Stenr abr Shur'tugal, accompanied by Gleadr and the younger ones.
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Third person
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Arya gazed silently as Eragon faltered and stammered in his first lesson.
It flustered her as to how such a young man, a child by elven standards, could manage the responsibility of teaching the riders, a task that even the most eldest had found daunting. The elf queen's thoughts were brought to a conclusion that the Halfling although young, had endured a lot and was far more knowledgeable than he looked.
Arya suddenly started. A mind, the ancientness of whom she could not comprehend was nudging gently at her mind. It entered her consciousness without waiting for her to reply and rumbled:
The young not-full-riders have a lot to say and ask, don't they, Arya Dröttning? It is unfortunate that they will have to feel the tremor of war, blood and sorrow so early in their life. It is ill-fated enough that they have to see war at all, for there were many dragons and their riders who saw in their line of duty peace, and nothing to rid it except some small skirmishes. Pitiable, are these younglings.
Arya could not identify the Eldunarí who had spoken to her, but was alarmed at the words she had heard. She was racing through the words again and again until she heard a voice calling for her.
It was Eragon. He had a concerned look on his face. At last, he spoke, "...Arya? Arya Dröttning? What happened? Your eyes were dazed and gazing upward and beyond…."
"I am alright, although I want a word with you, in private." Arya responded.
"Alright" said Eragon, frazzled by her behavior and at a loss of reasons. "Ramvír, Kelrick, you can go."
Arya had just begin pouring all the things the mysterious Eldunarí had told her when there was a mental cry so loud that they could not help hearing it even with their defenses upright.
It was Fírnen.
MY PARTNER OF TOOTH AND CLAW IS GONE!
A.N: sorry for the short chapters please R&R!
