Greetings from TophFan and me! We finally finished the story for our teacher! We might post it on FictionPress...We don't know. But was that a LOOOONNNNGGG TIME! It was so pressurizing; we literally wrote a chapter a day. I (Tophfan) will predict that you guys will skip over this, but this chapter is REALLY important, so please don't skio!
I don't think we have many fans or followers but thank you for your patience. Voila! The Seventh Chapter~
Disclaimer: Don't own it, how can we if Rapidreader666 nearly forgot how to spell Nasuada's name?
"Nasuada!" Vanir, the ambassador between the humans and elves, called urgently.
"Yes?" the High Queen asked from her desk, which was overflowing with ink pots, scrolls, and official forms.
"Queen Arya requests a meeting regarding the two rider eggs," the messenger said stiffly.
Nasuada groaned. Her life was busy, more stressful than when she was leader of the Varden. The officials were useless and argumental. Nasuada reached the end of her patience and, although it was the last resort, lowered their pay. Until they could work harder, they were receiving only ten silver pieces a month.
"What do you want me to reply to Queen Arya?" asked Vanir. As an elf, he could catch the smallest details, including signs of weariness that Nasuada was now showing.
"Tell her we will meet tomorrow at the pavillion," Nasuada replied, and then dismissed the elf.
"Nasuada, I feel strange," someone behind the curtains suddenly said, after Vanir shut the doors.
Nasuada's attention was now on her curtains. "What do you mean Elva?" she asked urgently. Was it another attack from rebellious territories? Galbatorix's former officers and loyal subjects were still targeting the Queen. Nothing more but a nuisance, but caused many injuries for her guards and citizens.
"I'm not entirely sure, but something...is looming over us," murmured the blessed witch child.
"Strange? How so?" Nasuada pressed.
"Well," Elva started, "I feel that this meeting won't go well at all."
oO0Oo
"What do you mean," Arya started, yelling at a cowering Vanir, "A meeting?"
"Well, you are to meet Nasuada tomorrow! Didn't you schedule the meeting?" Vanir replied, trying not to flinch as Arya glared at him.
"I did not. What is wrong with your memory?" Arya snapped.
"Nothing is wrong Queen Arya, maybe a cup of rosemary tea will help you remember?" suggested Vanir leaning forward with a nervous bow.
Arya was not feeling like her royal and calm self. Did someone, perhaps a traitor, poison her food?
"Cancel it immediately!" ordered the elf queen. The consequences of her outburst did not occur to Arya in her current state of mind.
"Queen Arya! It is too late, what is done is done. High Queen Nasuada will not be pleased," Vanir said firmly. "It will be good for you to keep up with current affairs."
"Don't tell me how to rule Du Weldenvarden! It isn't your duty," Arya hissed with frustration.
"Actually, as the ambassador for the elf race, I believe it is my job to make sure peace is the land's future- even if it means that advising the wise Queen."
Arya brushed off Vanir's sly compliment and replied, "I have the Council to advise me, what makes you so special?"
"Only my job is special, Queen Arya."
oO0Oo
The perk of a rabbit's ear and the caw of the evening bird echoed through the nostalgic forest. The spirit of the trees shivered; their peaceful life was earned after Galbatorix's reign, but something was amiss.
A twitch, a shudder, and a wave travelled through the earth. Only the animals could feel it, and they fled to Ellesmera, where the elves would protect them. The hoards of deer bolted straight towards the elven capital, only turning to avoid large
Cerium sat up from his position under an old birch tree. He was woken from his light nap when a nervous chipmunk crawled onto his chest, with its tail held high. Cerium was a relatively young elf, mothered by one of Queen Arya's associate. He held the chipmunk in his young hands and closed his eyes.
"Ah, so there is an earthquake or some ominous tremor heading here?" Cerium asked the small creature. His voice was laced with a smoothing spell, which he had practiced for months.
The chipmunk, while feeling calm, nodded its miniature head. Cerium frowned and stood up from his position. The chipmunk gave a cry of shock as it watched the elegant elf purse his lips. Cerium picked up a small rock and tossed it into the air. The rock glinted in the sunlight streaming in and strange glyphs glowed on the smooth surface. Cerium caught it with his hand and observed the glyphs.
The Menoa Tree.
oO0Oo
Arya angrily threw off her covers. Sleep was evading her, much to her chagrin. Her irritable mood set the council of Elders to disarray. The Queen was not only the ruler of the elves, she was also the heart of the race.
Arya.
The elf queen jumped up. What was that? Nothing in her grand room was any different. There was definitely no one in her room; she would have sensed its mental presence.
Arya, come.
Her body seemed to have a mind of her own. Suddenly there was a flashing pain in her skull. Arya slumped to the ground; her eyes fluttered closed. Before her eyes were a brilliant shade of green. When she opened her eyes, they were blood red, like the setting sun.
What? wondered Arya in a muddled state.
"Queen Arya!" shouted Vanir from a distance. "It is time for your meeting with High Queen Nasuada."
Without Arya knowing, she smirked. That smirk belonged to an emotionless creature; not an elf.
oO0Oo
Finally my wish is granted. Love is mine, finally. Finally. FINALLY!
The Menoa Tree sighed with contentment. It felt good to use a bit of magic after a few centuries. The numbing sensation warmed the wood of her body. Her branches felt free, and her roots felt like dancing a charade. Suddenly she sensed a presence, one that was young, and with plenty of strength.
"Who is there?" demanded the mystic tree. Annoyance was splattered in her voice.
Cerium step out from his position behind a neighboring tree. He muttered, "Sorry, Lilliep, for hiding behind you."
Lilliep, the tree sprite, molded back into her home with a fearful glance at the young elf boy. The Menoa Tree was known for her power and uncooperative temper. She silently casted a protection spell for the boy. She was fond of Cerium, because he always sat underneath her tree and broke her thousand years of solitude.
Cerium confronted the Menoa Tree with furrowed eyebrows. "What have you done? I sensed magical interference, which penetrated Ellesmera's field of protection. What do you want you old, rotting, tree?"
The Menoa Tree grumbled, You, youngster, have no respect for the oldest tree in Du Weldenvarden.
"Ha, like that is an achievement. Being the oldest tree in Du Weldenvarden is stupid," Cerium taunted. His childish and clever eyes shined mischievously.
You are irritating, but I've seen worse. Fortunately, I have the perfect idea to silence you.
oO0Oo
Nasuada thoughtlessly glanced at the flowers that lead to the pavillion. She had more preoccupying thoughts than the beauty of the delicate plants. With Queen Arya's short stay in Illirea, Vanir had brought pressing news on how Arya seemed to be a bit distracted, even human. Nasuada worried for the Queen's health, and wondered why the elves did not attempt to heal their queen before sending her to meetings.
Shuffling footsteps were heard, and Nasuada turned around quickly, to find the elf queen Arya. She was wearing a robe that was stitched with many arcane runes. They glowed as the wearer glided to Nasuada's desk.
"Arya, I trust you're doing well?" Nasuada greeted amiably. Much to her annoyance however, Arya seemed to ignore her completely, instead, prefer to gaze at Nasuada's scrying mirror. "Why do you need one?"
Nasuada stiffened. She had told the elf queen she planned to contacted Eragon via scrying mirror. In fact, she sent for a magician solely for this meeting. The high queen stared into Arya's eyes, and found a world devoid of emotion.
"Arya-" Nasuada started passively.
"Do not call me that name so flippantly you fatuous asinine," Arya said in a monotonous manner. She casually flicked aside a flower as if it were trash, it was not like she ever littered.
Nasuada recoiled in shock. What had happened to the wise, gentle, and calm elf queen? While Nasuada was recollecting her thoughts, Elva stepped out of her office's curtains to oversee the meeting. So far, it was different. Arya's personality changed drastically in the month.
"Let us proceed to the topic," Nasuada said after shrugging off her shock uneasily. She glanced at Elva, who gave her an approval nod. "We are planning to scry Eragon and I think you would enjoy seeing his face again," Nasuada said to the elf queen.
Arya's eyebrows arched and she pulled her lips back into a sneer. "Who's Eragon?"
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