A/N
Okay, so many loves I know........
Okay....so here's the total......And I believe you all have waited long enough to know who the OCs belong to….I'm nice like that ^.^
People:
Melantha(Meris)/Galathil (Is he going to return? Or is it just Meris' memories?)
Mutagh/Maita
Eragon/Arya
Dragons:
Saphira/Thorn
Veka/Therinshord
I know it has been far FAR FAR too long since I last updated. I have just had a lot of stuff happening at the moment.
ConstantWriter is now my BetaReader, and I apologize to him 'cause I couldn't be bothered to send chapter 7 to him lol. And I promise I'll read through the chapter before I update from now on!! Yay!!
I had sent him this chapter but didnt get it back when it was ready and I had people moaning about it lol so I went through it myself and changed some stuff and HERE YOU GO!!
Old wings and Torn Dresses
Chapter 8 – Grey stones and odd welcomes
….Somewhere in Alagaesia (Dot dot dot)
Maita lay on the cold hard floor of a cave that they had found; in a light sleep, next to her, about half a metre away a fire burned brightly. Thankfully the cave was tall and the mouth wide enough to fit Veka in. The cave was about 600 yards long and about half that in width. Veka took up most of the room, so she was as far back as she could go.
Mist was lying also, away from Veka. She sat nearest to Maita's sleeping figure, but was facing the mouth of the cave, wide-eyed and alert as if something was going to fly through the heavy rain and kidnap her master.
Just then the flames of the fire changed to a grey with tints of silver, and the smoke was no longer black, but white. Both Veka and Mist's head quirked up and stared questioningly into the flames. "Wake up Maita!" Maita jumped in her blankets.
"Wha?" She yelped, still half asleep.
"Look at the fire!" Maita scrambled out of her blankets and got her foot caught in the folds of the fabric and fell forwards, but she caught herself by putting her hands in front so her face wouldn't come in contact with the floor.
"Ha, screw you gravity!" she laughed while she stood up, she looked into the fire and the view she saw made her jump, "What in the name of Heaven's clouds is happening here?" Maita had been adding random phrases in to sentences like that for the pass few days. Veka looked at her and took a step forward, ready to fight anything that might be threat.
"Now if I knew the answer to your question I would tell you wouldn't I?" Veka growled. Maita took a step towards the fire, why was it this colour? Maita looked into the flames.
"Er…maybe it's something that one of us had put in it," Maita guessed as she worriedly scanned the burning flames.
"Well let's see, you were the one that made the fire…had put everything in it. And I of course know I didn't put anything in to it. The only other one here is Mist. Let's ask her. Oh wait, we can't…She's a horse!" Maita wondered why Veka was being so uptight.
"Jeez Veka, what the blazers got into you? You would think it was the time of the month for you or something," Maita smiled evilly, but before Veka could respond Maita spoke again "Wait," She held up a hand in signal to wait towards Veka. "I see something on the burning pile, though it's not alight itself," Indeed she did see something else, it was a rock. A grey, oval smooth rock. "Hey, I don't remember putting a rock in there. Why would anyone put a rock that size to burn? Hang on; rocks don't even burn...do they?" She asked herself, dumb folded with her hands of her hips; she then crossed her arms under her breasts and thought with her head tilted to the side with an odd, stupid expression plastered on her face.
After a few seconds her head began to come to the right angle and an expression of acknowledgment and awe spread across her face. A large grin split through her face and she pointed towards the grey stone happily and screamed with joy while jumping up and down like a little girl. Veka looked at her strangely, even Mist looked like she was wondering what had gotten into Maita…again.
"Are you okay Maita?" Veka asked her voice filled with concern. Maita stopped jumping up and down and lowered her arm. She turned to Veka, still with a huge grin on her face, showing almost perfect teeth.
"Look at it Veka! It's not a rock, I mean, it could be a rock…but I have never seen a rock so smooth and elegant." She paused. "And trust me…I've seen a lot of rocks," Her tone of voice changed to a strange one while both her hands cut through the air once.
Veka took a closer look and nodded, she was truly satisfied. "Indeed you are right. It does look to fine for an Earth Element. Could be possible that it was made with magic?" She asked disbelievingly, it was like she was trying to convince herself that this was indeed a rock.
Maita thought for a moment and furrowed her eyebrows; her grin had now faded into an unreadable frown. "Put the fire out," She murmured. Veka had a look of furrowed eyebrows, put she don't have eyebrows so basically it was just a thick layer of blue skin above her slivery eyes that glistened in the light of the fire.
"But we may freeze-" Veka started to explain but Maita cut her off.
"Do it! Trust me….we'll be fine," Veka took her word for it and breathed in, taking a lot of the cold air in as possible. After a few seconds the air came out of Veka's nostrils as thin smoke. She let it all out towards the decoloured flames and the flames began to get smaller and less heat was given by it, by the time Veka was done with the air the fire had completely gone out. The wood and leaves were burnt and charred, but the smooth stone in the middle just sat there, dominating the rest in the pile with its glimmering grey colour with white swirling marks. "It's an egg," She said disbelievingly, more to herself then anyone else. "Not just any egg, a dragon egg! Ah-hahahaha!" She giggled. Did another come to her? Or was she supposed to pass it on to someone else? Maita wondered if the egg was hot because of the area it magically appeared in a hot grey flash.
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……Furnost……
Meris gulped down the rest of the wine as the remaining villagers talked about the tale she finished telling about fifthteen minutes ago. Some of them were just laughing and joking amongst themselves. Eragon thought about her tale while he stared down at his half a pint of ale. People here acted like they were at some kind of celebration, so did Brom and Meris. Eragon didn't know what Meris was like, but he didn't think Brom as the kind of person that would drink alcohol in a contest against the Innkeeper.
Eragon wondered if the story Meris told was true, or if she just made it up. He also wondered if she had ever told the story of 'The Hobbit' by Bilbo Baggins. Meris climbed off the table with help from a happier looking Diem. She patted Diem on the back and she strolled over to the table that Eragon occupied. She sat down on the wooden chair that she did before and placed the empty wine bottle on the table in front of her. Eragon looked at her with an odd expression "Why don't you tell them the tale of 'The Hob-' Meris had quickly stood and leaned forward to cut him off with a hand over his mouth and a urgent 'shhh!…'
"Do not say that here!" she whispered urgently, she sat back down and she continued to speak in a hushed tone. "That book does not exist here. These people don't know about Middle-Earth, and they shan't. Because even if they have the slightest clue, everything will change," She finished and straightened up.
"Then how come you know about it?" He asked, if no one here was supposed to know about Middle-Earth and its histories then how could she know?
"Let's just say I've been many places," She gave him a sad smile; she stood and walked out of the tavern leaving him and Brom behind. The rest of the villagers didn't seem to notice until about an hour later when they started shouting.
"Oi, where's tat Meris 'on to?" said one man with a strange accent, much like Thad's actually.
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Meris strolled calmly through the streets of Furnost, she didn't know where her feet were taking her, only that they were taking her somewhere she didn't think she wanted to go. After about an 45 minutes she came to a shop that was all too familiar. The 'Ol'Shack' was written in fancy lettering on a sign above the door. Meris tried the door to see if it was unlocked, surprisingly enough it was. Meris entered the shop and straight away she saw two wooden manikins shaped like beings she loved and had known. Galathil and Therinshord, she didn't need to the plack to know that Thad had purposely spelled Therinshord's name wrong.
Meris walked over to the Manikins, Galathil didn't have his cloak, bow or his filled quiver. And then she remembered that Eragon had brought them off of Thad. Meris wondered how Thad came across the items, did he steal them? Or did he get legally?
Meris looked up at the Manikin that stood confidently in a fighting stance on a large wooden slab about a foot thick. Meris reached up a held onto the wooden –yet very detailed- hands of the Galathil manikin that should have been holding Aiedail but wasn't. Meris' vision began to go blurry as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She missed him all too much, far too much that it couldn't be very healthy. She couldn't hold the tears much longer so now the salty droplets flowed down her cheeks, marking where they have traced.
Meris climbed up onto the wooden slab, ignoring the dragon manikin of Therinshord that was wearing his armour. Meris looked at the Elf manikin as she stood next to it, still had firm grip on the hands, she didn't want to let go. Meris felt quite silly, but she didn't care, no one was here, no one would see unless they walked through one of the two doors. She took a step closer to the manikin and let her sorrowful head land on the smooth, yet somewhat rough with age; shoulder. Meris moved her head so her right temple rested on the shoulder, she cried as memories flooded back to her. Her free hand moved and now rested on the opposite shoulder as she tried to sob her worries away.
……Farthen Dǔr……
An Elf with short cut brown hair that and styled in an odd way sat by a large oak desk that was placed on the far side of the room. He felt a small itch on his right cheek and he scratched it, where his unfriendly scar had been placed and he rubbed a large hand across today and yesterday stubble. He looked down at the cream coloured parchments in his hands, trying to work out the population when the inhabitants of Furnost arrive and how that would affect the Vardon's resources. He was a professor, a teacher of somewhat. He taught on the knowledge and magic side of life but he also taught a students with weaponry and hand-to-hand combat.
A memory came to him, of Melantha Blackstone. Thoughts of her always invaded his thoughts while working, and always made it hard for him to work as his thoughts wondered, you have no idea how hard it is to teach while your thinking about a woman you loved. He sighed heavily, and quickly grew frustrated as his mind strayed and wouldn't return to the object at hand. He let out a sign of anger and slammed down the parchments onto the desk, he rested his once so handsome head on his other hand with his elbow on the desk, and he punched the desk with the side of his fist. He quaked in anger; he shouldn't have let her go how she did. The last time he saw her she was taken from him by angry wind from Heaven that had burst through the double doors. He was in that room, though the furniture had changed around and more was added to it.
There was a door to the left that had his bedroom hidden behind it –which he only slept in on certain days when he finished work to late to go home which was on the other side of this secretive fortress- behind its brown polished wood. This room was smaller then it was when Melantha had last set foot in here, since he had a wall built in the middle with door so he could have his bedroom next to his office. In front of the desk was a large brown bear fur rug, matching the colour of the doors and the desk. Against the left wall was a long red sofa with no back. On his right was a door that had a small bathroom behind it.
He had glass placed in the window to replace the big hole in the wall that always made him soaking wet whenever it rained, just like it did today. Ever since he had got the hole filled in with glass –about 49 years ago- it kept him and his office dry. A small lamp was placed on the corner of his desk; it had a small flame within it as it burned away at the small portion of oil. Candles on metal holders all sorts of lengths lined to the walls, not all of them were lit, just most of them. To give his office light that had refused to come through the window since thick rain clouds covered the sun.
All the candles were just plain, cheap and unscented –apart from the smell of melting wax- apart from one, a purple –never used- candle that rested on a small clay plate on the opposite corner on the desk, he looked up at it and tried to remember the day that Melantha had given it to him.
A shy knock on the double door on the far side of the room broke his sense of thought and he said "Come in" he said yawning. He flattened his fist and raised his head as he moved his elbow of the desk.
The door opened slowly as he ran a hand threw his strangely cut hair, his hair no longer covered his pointed ears so his odd ear stood out like bumble bee in a nest of ants. He no longer cared, for one of the things that knowing Melantha was that you should never care what people thought of you.
One of the double doors slowly opened and a head peered in. "Ermm…m-m-m-Mister Wyevale," Came the stuttering voice of Imkuli, he was a young dwarf that was his proud apprentice.
A teasing smile came on his face. "How many times do I have to tell you Imkuli, call me Galathil, not mister, even at work. It makes me sound old," He chuckled a little bit; Galathil knew he has to be patient with Imkuli. Imkuli was quite slow so he had to betold instructions task for task because he would get confused if he was told to do something and then something else without being reminded what it was. Imkuli came in holding a few pieces of parchments that Galathil guessed was information about his next class later on today, which Imkuli is also a student learning willingly under Galathil's sharp eyes. Galathil gave Imkuli a warm calming smile, he was like son to him, even though Galathil was a Elf and Imkuli was a dwarf.
Imkuli smiled back and walked in –after shutting the door behind him-, he wore his normal clothes, some stout farmer's breeches and cream blouse that was too big for him –probably because it had been Galathil's when he was a lad- and Imkuli also wore the dark green cloak that Galathil had also given him. When Imkuli's parents had found out about his disorder they gave him up, thinking it would be more difficult to raise a mentally handicapped child. They were going to take him to be brought up in a orphanage and since Galathil was Imkuli's godfather and teacher he couldn't let the poor lad grow up in the wrong kind of environment, so Galathil had gladly taken him in when he was about 4 years old and brought up him as known son.
Imkuli placed the parchments on the desk and explained slowly what they were. Galathil nodded at him. "Good job Imkuli. Your work today has ended, now you may go home and I'll meet you there later, is that okay?" He said at a certain speed he knew that wouldn't be much trouble for Imkuli's simple mind.
"But you-you walk me huh-home…wh-when you don't wo-work late," He protested, Imkuli's vocabulary was basic and simple, and he usually stumbled or stuttered on a few of his words. Which Galathil would help him to fix three times a week after work –if he ever had a chance to go home that is- and help him learn to read and write. Galathil had the utter most confidence in Imkuli, one day Imkuli would take over Galathil's profession and be successful. Galathil will not quit on him, not like how Imkuli's parents had.
Dragonxdiamond :::: Oooohhh….look at that. Now we all know he's alive but Meris, Brom and all that lot outside the Varden don't…wow. I wonder what drama would happen when the group reach the Varden. Or will I be so cruel and not let the two meet and just grief over memories if each other??
Lol…Im doing a poll!!!
What male celebrity do you think Galathil should have the appearance of?
Karl Urban
Josh Duhamel
Henry Cavill
Gerard Butler
Other (If so please say the name of the guy!!! XD)
Hahahahaha !!! Can't wait to get replies for this!!
You can review or PM me…I really don't care…!! I just need answers for this poll!!! Thank you!!!!!