Darling readers of mine, I do apologize for leaving you hanging. My life has been hectic as hell. Got a new job, started college, and jeez, I need a break. thanks to all who have favourited/followed and those whom have commented. I am glad this story is catching your attention! Without further ado, here is the next chapter!
Kyra
Many months had passed for Mora and her family. Things finally settling down after that huge fight. Arya had done more research on the freedom fighters known as the Varden and had decided to join them. Due to Mora's other-worldly knowledge she was ready for the small fallout between mother and daughter. The queen wasn't mad or anything at her eldest daughter, she was worried. Her bond with Mora also became a little strained as Islanzadi assumed the young dragon rider would follow in her sister's footsteps.
Mora had no reason to. She knew that soon after Eragon came, left and then returned briefly, her teacher would die. She knew that her duty to the riders was to learn as much as she could about their history, their gifts, anything that was relevant so she could continue Eragon's learning. Oromis could tell that something was starting to weigh at his student and no matter what he did to try and get Mora to talk to him, she never would.
The young elf in question was currently sitting in the forest once more, in a clearing by a small pond. Her silver eyes stared off into nothing as she contemplated her meaning in the universe. She was doing it to pass time, yes, but also because she was genuinely curious. What was her role in this world? Teacher? Fighter? Ruler? None of these things she was really suited for.
"Come on! Get a grip of yourself! Mora, you need to be strong. Worrying gets me nowhere, but at the same time, I can't help but be worried." She muttered softly to herself, rubbing her eyes. She felt the comforting touch of her dragon and sent a small feeling of gratitude back. Mora was so very grateful to her dragon. Daeris had saved her from so many things, including herself. There have been many times where Mora wanted to throw in the towel and just get on Daeris and ride away.
"God dammit, fine!" She said to herself, standing up and drawing her sword. There was a feeling of anger and despair inside her. The only way Mora realized she could get those to go away was to train to the point of exhaustion. It worked, but it was only for a short time, then they would come back. she knew she should talk to Oromis or Glaedr, but then they would ask questions that she couldn't answer. Mora stood with her sword drawn and then went into a flurry of motions, not attacking anything but making sure she was getting all of the stances right.
Daeris watched from her perch as her rider went through the motions of sword fighting and the dragon sighed. She worried for her human, there was so much angst and anger filling Mordes. There was an old soul in her young rider, and a knowledge that was hurting the young elf. With that in mind, Daeris flew into the air and then towards the Craigs, knowing that she needed to talk to Oromis, so together they could get to the bottom of what was hurting Mora.
By the time Mora got back to the craigs, it was later then usual and there was a sheen of sweat on her brow. The sight that greeted her was surprising though, Oromis, Glaedr and her beautiful dragon were sitting in a semi circle. She raised a brow before shrugging, if this was an intervention she knew she could bullshit her way out. "Sit child." Oromis said softly, his eyes soft and understanding. "Daeris says there is something weighing you down, you can tell Glaedr and myself."
"I cannot." Mora said, declining the offer to sit. She was knew that once she sat she'd be compelled to stay.
"why child? Ever since your sister left you've been more agitated." Oromis said, Glaedy snorting softly in agreement.
Mora debated for a brief second before sitting, her body nearly collapsing at the weight of her thoughts. "I have been having visions. Premonitions if you will." She said softly, not able to look her teacher in the eye. "I have seen yours and Glaedr's deaths and many more tragedies." Mora said softly, sighing heavily.
All three in the clearing paused as the infromation sunk in. "What have you seen?" Oromis asked softly, his tone understanding, which threw Mora for a loop.
"I am not the only dragon rider. Galbatorix has three more eggs. Arya will steal one and ferry it through the nation. It will hatch for a human boy named Eragon." She said softly, before holding up her hand to keep them quiet. He is the son of Brom though no one will tell him that as they've sworn. Which is stupid and a little smart. The second is hatched for Murtagh, son of Morzan, The last to my sister." She said softly, her eyes staying to the ground. Everyone in that clearing could feel the guilt and anxiety roll off the young elf. "There is so much more that I have seen but am not able to process."
"Why did you not tell me of this earlier Mordes?" Her dragon asked a puff of air leaving her as if she was sighing.
"I know what the future holds. That is very dangerous if it gets into the wrong hands. Knowledge is power and power wins wars, like the one we are about to be in. There are also so many unknowns now thanks to me. In my visions I didn't exist, so I've thrown myself for a loop. What do I do? I have no certain place in this world Daeris." Mora said softly to her dragon with their bond. She blinked when she realized that while her and her dragon were conversing, so were Oromis and Glaedr. "I am truly sorry for keeping this from you."
"Do not apologize. I know what thoughts ran through your mind when you had these visions. The main thing you were trying to do was protect Glaedr and I. You are worried though that the oath-breaker will learn of you and your ability somehow." Oromis commented before standing and pulling the young elf into a hug, knowing that she needed it at this moment. "I will train you even harder especially in your mental capabilities. You need to know how to defend your mind as well as your body."
Mora was grateful, she had no idea how Oromis was going to respond but this was a the best outcome she could have ever thought of. "When do you want me to start?" She asked softly.
Oromis let her go and then smiled softly. "Tomorrow, for now go home and rest, you will need it."
