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.
The song that she sings is not mine, it is from the Celtic Women. It's titled the voice if you wanna check it out on youtube. I own nothing from Eragon and the rest of the series, I only own my rider and her dragon!
Until next time darlings,
Kyra
Mora kept her cool as she knew all eyes were on her, and for once she actually didn't mind the attention. Eragon and Arya made their way to her and she embraced both of them.
"You look stunning sister." Arya said, giving Mordes a once over. She knew that the dress and accessories were made from magic and for once was a little jealous that her sister could call on the two elements and they would come. Arya didn't dwell on that though as tonight was a celebration, not a pity party. She knew deep down that her sister was meant for great things.
"As do you sister, It is wonderful to see you not in a battle outfit or on guard. Eragon...you clean up nicely enough." she said, her tone teasing. The young boy looked sheepish and then shrugged slightly.
"you do look amazing Mordes. I am glad to see you here." Eragon could see and feel the excitement in Mora as she looked around at everyone who had gathered. Her slivlery eyes looked back at Eragon and a smirk played on her lips.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked, holding up her piece of parchment, knowing Eragon was tasked to come with something as well. Eragon shook his head and then shrugged.
"As best prepared as I can be." He answered honestly.
Mora giggled at them before looking out at all that had gathered for the celebration. The pre-song jitters were starting to get to her but she enjoyed the butterfly feeling in her gut. "I have faith that this will go better than expected." She said, a mysterious glint in her eyes. Many of those who were to preform had done so, It was now down to her and Eragon, which made her roll her eyes.
"You should go first Eragon Shade-Slayer, after all, you have done more to earn respect than I have in battle." Mora said with a smile, her expression completely honest and open.
"No, I want to go last." He said, his face white in fear. Mora could tell that he was terrified and with a smirk she pushed him forward slightly.
"Think about it this way little one, should your writing be horrid, then it will be forgotten as soon as I start." She said trying to make him feel comforted and show that she was willing to cover for him.
Eragon was surprised to say the least. Most races were proud and expected perfection in everything done, and the fact that Mora was willing to go after him to cover up any errors made by him warmed his heart slightly. He nodded and then smirked right back at her. "Or I could say that it failed because I had horrid help." He said, making sure to insinuate that she had helped him.
Mora let out a soft titter before narrowing her eyes, accepting the challenge. "Well then, what are you waiting for!" She said, pushing him forward once more before stepping back. She waited patiently and as Eragon was reciting his poem, she felt moved once more. Her song was going to be the icing on top of the cake. As she looked around at everyone, she could tell they were moved as well.
To her it seemed that as soon as Eragon started, he was finished and a small overwhleming feeling came to her...it was finally her turn. She cracked her knuckles and her neck slightly, trying to work out her jitters. She stepped forward as Eragon stepped back, her silver eyes looking over everyone who had come to the celebration. "I wrote this song to commemorate those who have guided us from beyond the grave. Our ancestors guide us in my many ways, a gentle push in our souls, a whisper, or even words on the gentle breeze." She said, her tone soft but powerful.
Daeris made her way up to her rider and with their magic working together, a soft melody seemed to form from nothing. " I hear your voice on the wind and I hear you call out my name. "Listen, my child," you say to me "I am the voice of your history Be not afraid, come follow me Answer my call, and I'll set you free"
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain, I am the voice of your hunger and pain, I am the voice that always is calling you, I am the voice, I will remain. I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone, The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow, Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long, I am the force that in springtime will grow.
I am the voice of the past that will always be, Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields, I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace, Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal. I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain, I am the voice of your hunger and pain, I am the voice that always is calling you, I am the voice, I am the voice of the past that will always be, I am the voice of your hunger and pain, I am the voice of the future, I am the voice, I am the voice, I am the voice, I am the voice!"
The elves were moved, some could be seen with arms in the air, others with tears falling down their cheeks. A gentle breeze blew through the area while Mora was singing and everyone who was there had felt their passed on loved ones with them. For a brief second they heard their voices on the wind. The young elf's voice seemed to bring forth their ancestors, calling to them to bring peace and love in the bleak times.
Even Eragon, though human, had felt his ancestors on the wind. He had heard his uncles voice as well as Brom's. The had whispered their love and happiness in how far he had come. The grief that he held in his heart for those two slowly faded away. There was a calm that filled his heart as well as a renewed determination to win this war so that the two he had lost would not have been in vain.
When Mora had finished and the sounds of her magic made music had softly died down, she opened her eyes. The sight she saw, she was not prepared for, nor was she at all prepared for the onslaught of emotion that could be felt. She moved back slightly, letting all present know it was time to proceed and once she had, a gentle breeze caressed her softly. She heard both of her parent's voice, as well what could only be her Elvish father's.
"We miss you so much sweetie, but thanks to the magic you have weaved, we now know that you are alive and well. We are so proud of you, and the life you have made for yourself. We will always be your parents. While you may not be aware of just how powerful you are, know that whenever you need us, we will always give our advice." Hearing her mother and father's voices nearly made her break down. They still loved her, and she could count on them for advice always.
"You have grown my little shadow. Do not fear, while you may not recognize my voice, I am your father from this world. I have watched you struggle with burden of future knowledge and I am so proud of how well you take care of our family. You are truly meant for this world."
The surprise that filtered through her was not expected and hearing his voice on the wind, she nearly had a heart attack. She looked up at the sky and smiled, filled with peace and strength. This night had been one of the best, and it can only get better from here. She relaxed fully and the once more her eyes closed, the young elf taking in all the emotion that could be felt, at first she had felt grief, but now, she felt calm, strength even.
Her eyes flashed open and a fiery determination filled her. Her eyes sparkled with the strength of her will and a single thought filtered through her mind. "I am ready. For my loved ones, I am ready to deal with whatever may come my way."