Chapter 8- Myloto
A/N Its finally summer! I'm so excited! Cookies for everyone! I hope you like this chapter. Myloto was inspired by Coldplay's Paradise, I would recommend listening to it. Please review! Review if you are excited for summer! Review if you don't like summer! Review if you are neither happy or sad about summer!
Disclaimer: I own nothing... So sad...
She walked alone in among the battle, the only one moving. She saw the carnage of her youth, of the battle between Riders. As she walked, a low and mournful tune played across her mind. She saw two dragons fighting and knew in her heart that they were father and daughter. She saw their fight of exponential power and watched as the green daughter dragon struck the dying blow, even as the black father swung his massive paw at her and broke her neck.
"Arya." She awoke to the whispered sound of Eragon's voice. "Arya, wake up. We must have been drugged because I can't use magic to open the door or contact Saphira."
She looked around and found herself in a dark, damp stone cave. Three long cracks ran along the far wall, and there was a plethora of thick iron bars running vertically instead of a wall where the door was. She shifted her weight and peered behind the bars. They were in what looked like a secondary tunnel, lit every few feet with torches, with a larger tunnel on the right side parallel to the right edge of the cell they were held in. Along the walkway there were several alcoves with serpentine figures inside them. In the cell directly in front of them there was a beam of light streaming in from an unseen window on a slumped figure. As Arya watched, the figure stretched and sat up.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Eragon turn his full attention to the figure.
"Oh! Hello there! They don't usually put new people near me, so forgive me if my conversation is a little rusty. I'm Myloto. I've been here for my entire life." Myloto waved in a friendly manner. Eragon waved back. "You probably want to know why you are here, and where you are. This is the fortress of the Menace of the North as he calles himself. He lives here with a few choice servants, concubines, and his current student. Whoever the current student is, he or she will be coming around to give us our morning meal soon. When he comes, be very respectful and whatever he does, don't say a word. If you w-" The sound of footsteps cut her off and she looked down the hallway.
A young man wearing a dark cloak came down the hallway with two plates in his hands. He slipped the food carelessly under Myloto's door, flipped back his hood, and walked over their shared cell. He crouched down and sneered. There was a long scar running down his face. "What do we have here? Is this the famed Eragon Shadeslayer?" He said mockingly. "And who's this pretty little trinket here, hmm. Might you be willing to share?" He stuck one dirty finger near Arya's face. She lunged forward, faster than the human eye and bit him, drawing blood. Then, before he could react she spat in his face.
The man tossed the food at Arya. He stood, turned on his heel, and walked back the way he came.
"That was very brave. What's your name?" Myloto asked, having finished her food.
"I am Arya." She figured it couldn't hurt. Myloto would clearly not help their captives. She picked up the food- a loaf or bread, some cheese, and a pitcher of water that had spilled some of its contents on the floor. She split the food between Eragon and herself. She ate quickly and stood.
First she checked the bars. After finding them to be sturdy, she began doing the Ringmar. As Eragon finished he stood and joined her. Afterward, they sat in front of the bars.
"Do you want to hear a story? I make them up to pass the time, but there's never anyone to share them with." Myloto asked hopefully. Arya nodded her consent, as did Eragon.
"Once there was little bird, who was flying high in the sky. But then one day storm clouds came. They smothered the little bird's world with darkness, and drove the bird away from her family into a small cave. The little bird was in the cave for a very long time, all alone. Then two other birds came to the cave. They became the best of friends while they were in the cave. Then, one day, the clouds cleared. The three birds flew out into the sunlight. They flew up high into the cloudless sky and lived, forever happy with each other." Myloto sat back, smiling. "What did you think?"
Eragon was the first to speak up. "That was beautiful. Would you like to hear one from my birthplace?" Myloto nodded eagerly, clasped her hands, and leaned forward. Eragon cleared his throat and began.
Arya turned her back on Eragon's sleeping form. She looked across to see Myloto looking at her intently. "Why are you so sad?" She asked.
"Why are you so happy? You're locked up in here for so long." Arya asked, genuinely curious.
"I know there's a world out there, and I know that every day the sun will rise. They don't know it, but sometimes I hear the birds singing, and once in a while snow will drift in. I was out there once. I remember it." Her eyes seemed far away, in the fields of childhood. "I would make men out of the snow and play with the animals. I had a fort in the forest near my house. And when I came back in, all wet and cold, my mama would make me soup. I miss my mama..." Myloto looked sad.
"I miss my mother as well." Arya said.
