Hello lovely readers. thank you so much for continuing to read my story. It means the world to me. I hope I can continue to keep my writing well thought out and update regularly. With everything going on in my life, it means a lot to me to have so much support from y'all. So once more, thank you all so much for reading!

This chapter filled me with excitement as much as it did Mora. I love the bond I have with the character and I hope to God that she doesn't seem too mary-sue to you guys. Please let me know what you think of this chapter! I really wanna know.

Until next time darlings,

Kyra


Sometimes breaks are needed, in the case of Mora, a break was well deserved. Eragon has started his training with Oromis and Mora had been tasked with writing and singing a song during the blood-oath celebration. As both her and Eragon were the newest riders, they were being instructed in how to honor the ancestors in song and poem. Mordes was very excited. She had heard stories of this celebration happening and she hoped for it to go smoothly.

She knew the dragons of old could heal wounds, present or past and she hoped they would do so for Eragon. She had learned of his injury when he came to Ellesmera, for he had been struck down by it a few times. She felt compassion for him, not pity. She wished for him to gain the strength they needed to win this war. As far as she knew, his training with Oromis and Glaedr was going well, though he was a bit...slow.

Mora looked down at her piece of parchment and sighed softly. She had no idea what to write for a song. She could always copy something from her former world, but what? She usually had listened to heavy metal and rock, maybe some celtic music every once and a while, but still. She suddenly stood and then cracked her back, neck and knuckles. She had an idea, it was well, it was quite risky but what's life without taking risks?

Daeris came immediately to Mordes' call. Mora was grateful for her dragon, she was the best friend anyone could ask for. "And what, little one, are you up to now?"

Mora snorted and raised a brow to her dragon, an amused expression on both of their faces. "I am not always geting into trouble am I?" she asked her dragon. The beast just snorted back at her before nudging her with it's head. "Fine fine, I concede. I am usually getting into trouble. I just need inspiration for the song I am to preform at the Celebration." She said.

Daeris nodded, to the dragon that was actually a good thing. Though knowing Mora for her entire life, she knew how danger and trouble just seemingly swarmed her rider. "If that is all you are wanting to do. Danger follows you no matter where you go." She said to her rider, making the other roll her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, kindly piss off darling. Actually I did have a question for you. How are you and Saphira getting along? How is she getting along with our resident grumpy dragon?" Mora asked, a smile on her face, her features serene for once.

Daeris shook her head with a small sigh. "Saphira and I are fine, but I fear she is trying to gain Glaedr's eyes. She believes that we are the last dragons left in the world. She knows she has to fight but still she wants to mate with Goldie and lay eggs before it is too late. I fear the same as her, that we are the last of our kind." The dragoness finally broke down and confessed to Mora.

The young elf nodded softly and then sighed slightly. "Trust in me little one and have some faith. I believe truly that there are many more of us out there, we just do not know yet where to look." She said to her dragon in a comforting manner, lightly petting her dragon's snout. "Out ancestor's might know more, and I plan on asking them at the celebration about knowledge of more dragons. It cannot hurt right?" She asked softly.

"I would usually be excited to know this sort of information, but there could be repercussions. What if the Oath-Breaker finds your true name and bends you to his will? Then he would know and there are two things he could do, destroy them, or break them of their will and have an army of dragon riders at his command." Daeris spoke softly but ther was an edge to her voice. Mora's heart broke in that moment. She knew what that knowledge could do if it fell into the wrong hands, and she cared for all life, even the ones that have yet to be.

"for once my little hatchling, you are wise." She said before sighing softly. Suddenly a song from her world popped into her head and she looked at Daeris with wide eyes. "I know what I am going to sing!" She yelled before leaping away from the dragon and frantically searching for the parchment, grabbing a quill and scribbling down the lyrics. Her dragon watched on with raging curiosity, wanting so bad to know what her rider had come up with. Judging by the gleeful expression on Mora's face it was going to be a great composition.


The day of the celebration was finally here and Mora was very excited. She could barely sit through Oromis' lessons leading up this day and her teacher had to laugh heartily. He was proud of his students. Mora had been his pupil for many years now, and Eragon, while he was slow, he had a heart of solid gold. Mora and Eragon got along swimmingly and whenever Eragon had a fit due to his injury, instead of showing pity, Mora sat with him and sang to him. The words she chose swam with comfort and healing.

If they didn't have to fight a war, He and the Queen would be searching for the perfect suitor. He meant perfect. Her suitor would have to be strong, ferocious and have a gentle heart towards life and her. He would have to sent from the heavens for they would accept nothing less. Oromis stood and the stretched looking at his pupils. "Go, get prepared for the celebration. It is a big deal." He said.

Apparently Mordes didn't need to be told twice, the shadows swam around hers and Eragon's and suddenly they were not there anymore. Oromis was never going to understand why both the light and shadows came when Mora called. Normally he would be concerned about her affinity for the shadows as that would never bode well for anyone, but the light also guided and helped her. The light embraced her as well as the dark. Mordes was seemingly the perfect balance between them and for everyone's sake the elder rider hoped it stayed that way.


Mordes was excited for this Celebration to happen to closer it got. She immediately departed when Oromis gave the go-ahead. She had to get ready. The light and shadows came at her calling and with their help she crafted the most beautiful dress she had ever made. The dark fabric fell on her body and was the softest material she had ever felt. The top half of the dress was sleeveless and among the fabric there were stones set, sparkling as if they were stars sewn into the dress. The bottom half was form fitting, showing off her hips and long legs and along the seems the gems sat as well.

She had a train flowing out around her, sparkling as if the stars and moon itself was the train. It seemingly floated around her, not touching the ground. Her crimson hair was braided and pulled up into a rather pretty bun, pins holding it up and gems set in her hair. These gems though were the deepest black anyone had ever seen, though they seemed to shine as bright as the white ones. Her eyes were done in silver and dark hues, her eyes glittering in excitement.

If her human family could have seen her now they would not have recognized her. She looked like a goddess and for once, she felt like it. She grabbed the parchment that the song was written on and then made her way out of her home. Daeris gazed at her and for once the dragon was rendered speechless. Her rider was beautiful. Mordes was always beautiful, but right now she looked as if had descended from the heavens. "You look, you look gorgeous little one."

Mora smiled at her dragon before motioning softly. "Shall we head to the party?" she asked, a soft and serene look on her face. There was excitement there as well and for once, all was right in the world. Daeris nodded and then walked besides her rider. She dared not fly her to the area for fear of messing up the outfit Mordes was wearing. They reached the clearing and all at once, all attention was Mora.