Story 8
This story is a result of a mixture of a random mood and a boring Tuesday afternoon~!ENJOY!
"Roran." Elain said one morning. Roran looked up at the pregnant woman and she pointed outside.
A lot of people were gathering around a woman. She looked quite old, but at the same time seemed quite young. Taking it upon himself he went outside and everyone was silent, clearing a pathway for him to walk to the woman.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Brom." She said in e kind elderly voice.
"We don't take kindly to strangers who ask about the likes of them!" Roran felt wave of anger at Horst's outburst about his cousin.
"Horst, if you please." Roran began.
"I am no stranger." The woman piped up. "I grew up here in Carvahall with my brother. I left when I was sixteen. Came back when I was twenty one. I left only days later in search for Brom, ends up that he was here the whole time. So if you please I would like to speak to him. There are matters I need to discuss."
"Well ma'am you're going to have to discuss them with me; Brom left quite a few months back."
The woman sighed and nodded. "He went with Eragon- No! Knowing him he's probably leading Eragon through the empire… poor boy. I tell you that man can be as stubborn as a mule, and Eragon has to live with it! Poor, poor boy."
Roran brought out his hammer and everyone else followed, drawing weapons. "How do you know of my cousin?" He asked. Then the old woman looked up and from her hood Roran saw someone he thought he'd never see again, and he was sure surprised when he even recognized her.
"Aunt Selena?"
A few people gasped and she nodded. "Yes Roran, my nephew. It is I." Her voice was one of a strong woman now. "And I need you to tell me all the going on's that had happened before my dear Eragon left town with Brom."
Roran complied. Telling his aunt of the mysterious stone, and Eragon being quite careful of his palm and she only nodded. "It all adds up." She said when he finished.
"What does?"
She looked from her nephew to the rest of Carvahall. "Do you know what has become of your cousin child?" Roran shook his head in reply. "Figures, Brom never was one for explaining things properly." She sighed heavily. "Well I guess I will have to show you. I need a mirror child; a large one."
Roran got that mirror and looked back at his aunt expectantly. She smiled and went o the mirror saying words that sounds quite gibberish, the mirror turned into what appeared to be black glass, before shimmering and the image of a dark skinned woman with black hair appeared.
"Yes?" She asked in a strong, leader type voice.
The old woman bowed. "My Lady Nasuada." She said and all the people of Carvahall followed.
Selena then turned to the town's people. "This is Lady Nasuada, leader of the Varden. If anyone can show you what has been happening with your cousin it is her," she directed that at Roran.
She then turned back to Lady Nasuada. "I am Selena Daughter of Parsilian." She announces and Nasuada's eyes widen, and her jaw drops.
She then turns furiously to the guards behind her. "Go retrieve Shadeslayer immediately!" She demands.
"Introduce yourself child." Selena says to Roran.
He steps forward and Nasuada squints, "I am Roran Son of Garrow." He says.
She nods. "I guessed that much." She muttered.
"My Lady?" A very familiar voice asks from behind Nasuada.
"Eragon, come here." Carvahall gasps as Eragon comes on the mirror; he was no longer the Eragon they knew. He had changed much; he was more elf like and graceful.
Eragon looked from Roran to Carvahall to the woman that he had only ever seen in a picture on a slab of stone that his father had done.
"Mother?" He asked.
"Eragon my sweet, how did you know?"
"Brom gave Oromis a picture of you and I… I… well I look at it everyday just so that I could remember your face, and your eyes and every detail, so that if I were to see you, even from a distance, I would recognize you."
"Were are you hidden child?' She asked.
"I am in Surda, among the Varden, but I am leaving for the elves tonight,"
"Then, my son, I shall meet you there, and along with me will be Roran, and with your help I shall return to the home of ra'zac and we shall free the young woman that saved my life, for she only had one wish, that I brought her Roran to her. And that is what I shall do."
Eragon looked at Roran. "Brother, and do not deny that you are my brother, I shall got to what ever means necessary to help you save Katrina. I shall see you in three days time."
Roran nodded. "Then I shall be seeing you… brother."