Alright Everyone. It's been a while, but after reading so much fan fiction in my cubicle, I finally am inspired to write some more. The plot twist is afoot, yall!!!!!! Whoohoooo! I know you've all been wondering about Kira, Kira, Kira, and yes, the whole, "We want more Kira!!!" Yeah yeah yeah, Well, I've finally gave you what you all want. Kira!!!!

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Chapter 7- Midnight Visitor

The full and bright silver moon illuminated the great open field, it's intense and generous radiance reflected off almost every dark green blade of grass. Her bare feet planted firmly against the fresh, cool dew, finally shifted slightly after standing still for so long on the hill side near her village. She was wearing her sleeping gown, a long, thin, flowing gown that wisped with the slightest breeze. But it was not a slight breeze she felt that night atop that glowing hillside. A harsh, strong wind swayed her, but her agile, feminine shape held her fast. Her long, raven-black hair whipped around her soft fair face, getting in her deep ocean blue eyes, every once in a while. Her eyes looked ahead at the bright starry night, the infinite universe reflected on pools of what can only be described as the deepest blue the ocean can possibly behold. Her full, rosy mouth was turned into a frown, slowly exhaling her deep, warm breath, instantly wisped away without a trace into the cool wind that flowed around her.

Kira's small, pert nose caught the fresh scent of midnight and with that, she knew he was close. She could feel his strength, from many miles away; she always could. Her secret person. Her clandestine. He would come to her in her dreams, vivid and lucid, while she slept in the house of her assumed relatives. She stood there on top of the hill near her village to find him.

Would he appear this time? she asked herself. Would he take me with him? Out to where, oh, where ever it is he went. Or would he leave me here again? Again.

The wind blew again, this time harder, enough to pull her back and almost stumble. She fixed her posture. She had been waiting out there for him for almost two hours now, the midnight moon now high in the sky behind her. He'd always appear whenever she had the dreams of him. Always. But she now tired of staring in one position for so long. She hadn't even noticed the moon, with her staring out in the opposite direction. She finally changed her view and stared at the moon now, still aware of the other side of the sky.

The moon.Zen.

She bit her lip thinking about him. The grayish-white globe reflected off her dark blue pupils, penetrating her thoughts.

They shine in the darkness, just like his eyes.

Her heart fluttered just thinking about him, then the painful memory of his absence swelled up inside her.

He's been gone for so long. It will almost be two years now since he last kissed me good bye. Oh, to just be in his arms once…

Her thoughts caught as she stifled a long sigh, let out slowly, only to be caught in the rapid wind once more. A crystal tear was forming in her dark eye lashes, twin to the same tear she shed when she last saw him as he left. It trailed down the gentle rise of her high cheekbones only to be caught on the corner of her pouted lips. She took one more big sigh and stared at the sky behind her. Zen was always going to be on her mind, it was inevitable.

Then she heard it. She felt his presence! She turned around and looked into the sky. There he was! Just like in her dreams. Soaring through the sky! Her heart raced and she pushed back the painful memories of Zen, deep in her heart just like all the other wonderful and painful memories of him.

There, against the star paned skied flew a dark spot, getting bigger by the moment. Her eyes lit up and her emotions reversed, and she forgot all about Zen, for the moment. The spot eventually got bigger and wings could be seen spouting from the growing spot.

Kira's eyes lit up and her constant pout turned up into a parted smile, her white teeth shining between her full lips.

Slowly the shape took form, from a dark flying form, to a magnificent dragon, flying closer and closer ever second to the moon lit hill by the village. At the dragon got closer to her, she could see the familiar face of her rider, his face ravaged by wars and turmoils of time, but strong and bold.

Finally, the mighty dragon, with shimmering bright and deep blue scales shining under the moonlight, landed with precision and finesse. The rider, now full visible, smiled and skillfully jumped off Saphira, the mighty dragon he rode. He was several meters away from Kira and slowly walked over to her.

Her heart beat faster and tears of joy welled up inside, deep inside her heart. He was finally here! She ran as fast and swift as she could to his now smiling face and open arms.

A powerful embrace took place on that hill. So tight and full of love and kindness. He bent down and kissed her head as dug her head into his comforting chest.

"I'm here, Kira. I told you I'd be back," said Eragon.

All Kira could muster, past her tears and joy, was, "I missed you so much, Father!"


Alright, Kiddies. Sorry this Chappy was short, but It was only a glimpse of what was happening else where. Kira is now here to stay! (And so is Eragon & Saphira) Stay tuned for more after these messeges!