Title: Revelations
Author: Marik 18
Summary: Ismira Katrinadaughter has been raised knowing that her uncle is gone forever. But when an egg is introduced into her life, someone is taken from her. Now, will she risk everything to bring him back, or will the threats of the land make sure she never sees him, or home, again? I do not own anything, and many spoilers on the way. If you have not read the series, where is your shame?
Thank you for all of the Reviews. I know I haven't really answered any of your questions, but I'm about to.
Someone in June asked how Ismira would not recognize her Uncle. And I did write that he would scry her often with riddles. However, when I wrote that, it was assuming she had never seen Saphira in full, so a dragon the size of her home castle when Fírnen was about as big as the courtyard is a bit scary, and she did not see the Rider till she was in front of him, and only then did the slight memories began rising. She recognized him, but had not met him, like meeting that Uncle you saw as a kid, but haven't seen in years.
Venus5-Gryffindor, in answer to your question, Murtagh will make an appearance, very soon, but as for the identity of the stranger, I cannot say.
Boekenworm, you bring up fair points. And I agree that doing so is pretty stupid. And in answer to the point you made about her traveling companion, all I can say is that he is very secretive. And in this world, names are pretty powerful things. As for why Ismira left, it was to try and find her Uncle, as well as to prove Jeromir innocent, and because she is a teenager. Teenagers tend to make huge decisions on a whim.
And Best OC Maker, You're about to find out. Here is Chapter 6, Questions
Chapter 6: Questions
"DRAGONS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" On the ground, people ran away from the flaming show up in the sky. Ismira ran out of her room, ran past the empty main room of the inn, ran to Amethyst, grabbed her swords and strapped them on, and rode her horse bare back to where the dragons were fighting.
"Saphira! Zyabor! Xyaibox! Fakam! Tyam! Jopus! Fírnen! Stop fighting!" Ismira rode hard, and only stopped when she saw the dragons separate. They all gathered again, except for a dragon that flew higher than the rest, bigger than anything she had ever seen, and a slightly smaller dragon that could only be Saphira for her size quickly climbing after the first dragon.
Ismira felt useless, sitting on her horse with two swords on her. "Young one! Go back to the inn!" Ismira turned and saw the stranger, running forward, bare chested. His abs shone in the light of all of the fire falling from the sky, as well as the lanterns and torches around from sweat. "And what are you going to do? Show your abs to make them stop?" Ismira remarked sarcastically.
He ignored Ismira's sarcastic remarks, and began muttering under his breath. Ismira looked at him, in his sweaty glory, muttering and focusing on the dragons above them, and was dumbfounded when the dragons minus the highest forgo'd the hunt and returned to the cliffs above the city. Ismira returned her gaze to the stranger, and noticed he was sweating slightly more. The final dragon began flying towards the north, and the stranger seemed pissed.
Ismira turned toward the stranger, and realized that what he just said, as well as the minor things they spoke of, was all he had ever said to her. She ransacked her memories for any words beside when they met, when she started drifting to where he was looking, as well as the history of The Flying of Dragons. And she realized besides those few spoken words, the weeks that they had spent traveling together was mostly her talking.
Quickly turning to ask the stranger a question, she realized that he was gone. A quick spin showed him walking back toward the inn where they were staying. She raced to his side, slowed Amethyst down, then dismounted, and barred the way of the stranger. "Tell me. Now. What did you do? And why have you not spoken to me for so long since we began traveling together? And what is your name?" The black haired stranger looked her dead in the eye, and she noticed a slight glimmer of red in his eyes.
"Move." Ismira looked at the stranger, a bit surprised and frightened that he had suddenly grown so angry. The force in his voice as well as the way he stood showed proof of a metal in him that could only be made out of fighting for a living. She had never seen this in him before, and she was worried that if they got into a fight, that she might not be able to beat him. Seeing he wasn't armed, she gained her composure, and unsheathed her weapons an inch. She smiled slightly, feeling confident in her own skills. "I suggest being kinder, since I could easily strike you down." The stranger noticed the swords, and began chuckling to himself.
"As with all of Eragon's kin. Thick headed and believe themselves superior." The stranger then leaped high above her head, and landed at the next street, then continued walking, whistling softly and thinking at how dumbfounded the girl must be.
Behind him, Ismira was astonished, if not dumbfounded that a normal human could jump that high. She guessed that it might be magic, then raced after him yet again, mounting Amethyst to catch up quickly. Enough of this, she thought. Time to know who he is. When they were outside the inn, Ismira leaped off of Amethyst, landing on the stranger, pinned him down with his knee to the small of his back, and one of her swords to the mans upper back.
"Now, unless you want to lose your precious tail and get a wound in your back, you'll answer my questions." The stranger struggled to get up, surprised not only by her foolishness to attack him in such a manner, but her strength in keeping him down. He grunted as he was forced down onto the cobblestone again, and gave in. "I spoke to the dragons. That is why they dispersed."
Ismira began to process this, thinking quickly while still holding the stranger down so that he wouldn't try to escape. If he spoke to them, then that means that he has a mental attack and defense strong enough to go toe to toe against Arya's defenses and withstand her mental attacks. After realizing that the stranger had not continued talking, she pushed her blade against his skin, drawing a few drops of blood. "Keep talking."
The stranger grunted a bit at the slight sharp pain in his upper back, and let out a breath that Ismira did not know he was holding. "I didn't speak with you because I do not trust you. I did not know if you were an assassin, so I did not give my name, nor spoke with you, as a kind of test." Ismira quickly thought that was a stupid answer. "That's so stupid." She replied. "If you did not speak because you don't trust me, then why didn't you let me go on my own way?" Ha. Now I've got him. The stranger slowly tilted his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"To put it simply, I was your insurance. If I left, then the thieves who had been following us since I first found you would have rushed in to steal all you have and ravage you and leave you for dead."
"I have been trained for such things. I would have been just fine if you had left me alone."
The stranger continued looking at her, and simply responded with "20 –vs.- 1 is something no one fresh out of training is ready for. It is something most seasoned soldiers are afraid of."
Ismira couldn't believe his words, so instead of thinking about them, pushed the blade into his skin in a different spot. "Now. Tell me your name."
The stranger calmed down and looked into her eye. "Ask your Uncle. He knows who I am. And he is on his way as we speak." Ismira was confused. How can this stranger know about Eragon? Before she could ask what he meant, he took the opportunity she left him with, rose up quickly, and quickly ran into the inn, and disappeared. Within seconds, Eragon was running down the road towards the inn.
"Ismira! Are you alright?" Eragon ran full speed, and quickly picked up the girl before she could answer, putting her on her feet, and checking every inch he could see, then using magic to check what he couldn't see. After a few minutes, she managed to get him to stop worrying like a mother hen, laughing the entire time. "Uncle. I am fine. But how did you know I was here?"
Eragon smiled slightly at how worried he was for his niece, remembering a time when he was worried over like that, and answered her straightforward, as he always did with her. "Saphira and the other youngsters told me they could hear you calling their names. And Roran told me that you had left Carvahall."
The stranger forgotten, she smiled and giggled. "Of course father would tell you." She smiled up at her uncle, and only then remembered the stranger.
"Uncle, do you know of a man that has grey eyes and black hair?"
Eragon seemed perplexed by the question, then gave her a questioning look. "I know of one such person, but he has not been seen for 18 years. He disappeared into the wild after the downfall of the mad King." Ismira looked confused, because that description only fit one person. Eragon looked down at his young niece, and grabbed her shoulders.
"Ismira. I need you to tell me how you got to the capitol so safely and unharmed." Ismira looked up into her Uncle's eyes, and saw something there that she had never seen before. A look of concern, breeding from excitement.
"I... A stranger found me and followed me. We didn't see any one who tried to stop us after that. Why, Uncle? Do you know who that was?"
"Where is he? Where did he go?" Eragon shook her, seeming unable to control his excitement for much longer. Ismira pointed into the inn, and Eragon ran into the inn. Ismira attempted to follow him, but lost track of Eragon when he ran up the stairs. When she managed to get up there, she found Eragon in her room. He seemed to be recollecting himself, and looking around for any trace of another person entering or exiting.
"Uncle. What is the matter?" Eragon ignored her, went to the open window, and saw someone riding toward the city gates on horseback. Eragon quickly jumped out the window and pursued the figure on foot, leaving Ismira alone in her room to ponder what to do. Sighing, she closed her door, locked it, stored her weapons, and then went to bed, knowing Amethyst would stay nearby.
In the morning, Ismira awoke early, put on a dress that she did not know her father hid in her saddlebags for her. Looking like the average woman in the Capitol, she put a dagger in her boot, considered taking her weapons, decided against it, and then walked to the castle. She smiled to the women and men she walked past, keeping an eye out for anyone who would try to sneak up on her.
Ismira made it to the castle gates safely after an hour, gave her name, and was allowed in. She was directed into a side room, large enough to fit most of the original Carvahall citizens during the war. In the room, there was a dark brown, almost black, round table with three chairs sitting around it, as well as a tapestry of an ancient battle. On the tapestry, Elves and Dragons were seen fighting each other, so much blood and death evident as well as the hatred in the eyes of the combatants. On the next wall, there was a picture of a young Elven youth finding a white dragon egg. Ismira seemed interested in this tapestry of the battle, and began looking it over, trying to understand the significance of this moment. The other tapestry was obvious. A war between Elves and Dragons, but she could not remember why they fought.
"The first war." Ismira turned around at the new voice and smiled at Nasuada, wearing a flowing gown as she always did when she was playing the role of Queen. Bowing slightly, Ismira, smiled, rose, then walked over and held her friend. "It is good to see you Ismira. How were your travels?"
"They went relatively silent, so very well. What did you mean the first war?" Ismira turned back toward the tapestry and looked at it. "I thought the dragons and the elves worked together. Since time immemorial."
The queen looked at the tapestry and cringed a bit at the hatred that was so evident on the faces of the elves as well as the eyes of the dragons. "When the elves first arrived, they started conquering lands that they wanted for their own. This got them into conflict with the dragons. The elves wanted Du Weldenvarden as their home, which happened to be a huge part of the territory of the dragons. So they went to war. But that is all I know. If you want a detailed explanation, ask your uncle or Arya. I'm sure they can tell you."
Ismira nodded, then turned and smiled at a young made who just came in with a silver tray with tea. Ismira sat alongside Nasuada and they started having tea. "Ismira, you never did tell me exactly how your travels went. Tell me everything."
Ismira nodded, and began her story after Jeromir was taken. She spoke of crying in her room, deciding to bring him home, then of looking into her private armory and deciding which weapons and which sets of armor to bring. After that, she spoke of how her father surprised her with equipment and gear, to which Nasuada commented, "That would be like your father," then Ismira continued. However, as soon as Ismira mentioned the stranger with grey eyes and black hair, Nasuada froze.
"Nasuada? Is everything ok?" Ismira looked concerned for the elder monarch, and reached across to wave her hand across her friends face when she suddenly reached out, grabbed Ismira's wrist in a death grip, and stared at Ismira in the eye.
"Where did you see him? Where was he?" Ismira tried to break free, but Nasuada was surprisingly strong for a woman of her age. However, before Ismira could answer, the bells begin to ring from around the city. Voices, muffled by the castle walls, begin to shout.
"It is t… … … … The Flying of Drag… … … … Hurry and find your sea… … …" Followed immediately by cheering and roars of approval. Ismira looked at Nasuada, who had regained her composure. "Come Ismira. It's time for the Festival to begin. And we mustn't miss the main event."
Ismira seemed dumbfounded, then followed to the roof, where she could see the dragons preparing for the race. All of the dragons were showing their usual attitudes by their Riders'.
Zyabor, the orange dragon, stood looking toward the horizon, and then looking towards the other dragons, then toward his Rider. She smiled, almost hearing the kind yet nervous voice ask if his Rider was sure that they could do this.
Xyaibox, the purple dragon, just lay on his belly, seeming almost bored, his Rider by his head and seeming almost laughing at what the poor Rider called "laziness."
The twin dragons, Fakam and Tyam, were at it again; literally head to head, jowls out and growls could be heard. Ismira laughed when she noticed their Riders' doing the same, and she knew that the personal contests between those two pairs would never end until one of the four died.
Jopus, the newest of the dragons, which also meant the smallest, shone brightest as a bronze shield, standing proud among the other dragons, seeming ready to prove how he was better.
Saphira sat with her head up, seeming to smile down on her "children" as their quarreled amongst themselves, when it was obvious, at least from her perspective, that she would win this race and take the championship title from Fírnen and take it with her when she returned to her new home with Eragon.
Fírnen, the reigning champion alongside Arya, just lay next to Saphira, the evident proof of how much they missed each other in his actions and their tails almost playing with each other.
"Oh look at those two. They seem to have missed each other more than Arya missed Eragon." Nasuada smiled and started laughing at her own tease of the man, to which they both heard a call from where the dragons were. "I heard that!"
Both women laughed, then relaxed into their seats, smiling, as the race was about to begin. All Riders' mounted onto their dragons, and the dragons prepared for the race. As the dragons prepared to move, a shadow passed over Nasuada and Ismira, and they both looked up to see the underside of a dragon. Ismira began to fear, completely oblivious to how Nasuada was taking the image. The dragon turned, a Rider obviously on the dragon's back, and the new pair just circled above the city, out of sight from the dragons, and out of range from the Riders' to notice them.
Ismira turned to warn the Riders', when a spell made a huge explosion outside of the city, meaning that the race was underway, and the dragons took off. Immediately afterward, the new dragon roared, and dived.
Well. Sorry that this took so long. School and family started getting in the way. Thanks for sticking with me this long. Umm.. I don't know exactly how to continue with the story, so I'm open to any ideas anyone has. Thanks again for the support, and may the sun be ever at your backs.
