Author Note:From me: Holy cow guys has it been a long time! But our dear author has been on vacation, and those dang blasted hotels don't seem to realize that wifi is a necessity! But we can't all buy it! *shakes head* Well, without further ado so that you don't have to wait any longer, here is Luna's author note!
Hola, people! Sorry about my rather extended seemed that we ended up in the only hotel in the US that doesn't have free wifi already… Well, regardless, I have it again, so now for chapter twelve! Enjoy, review, tell your friends!
And I'm just going to pop in again, neither one of us own anything!
But before you start the next chapter, a little refresher, previously Lanadra has been killed, the four go and start flying in some direction, hoping to reach the Land of the Dragons, and we find out that Caesar has issues with fire for some unknown reason.
Chapter 12 – Obsidian
We leave as the great sun is just touching the horizon in the west. Just before I took off, Caesar pulled a map from Rimume-ebrithil's black saddlebags and stared at it for a while.
"It's not on here!" he exclaimed. "We must've been going the wrong way for at least three days, because this stream isn't on here!"
We've been going due east, I reminded him.
"Yes, but we had to go further north. See?" he said, pointing to places on the map. "I remember that part over there, but then we went off into the uncharted part over here."
So we'll just go north for a while.
"Well, we had better get back on this map soon, or else-"
"Or else what? You'll set us on fire?" Calypso snapped. Caesar stared after her as she ran to Silba and took off.
"-Or else we'll only get more lost," he said slowly, a slight glint of fear in his eyes, even though she was long out of earshot. Once we caught up, I expected there to be a terrible-mind-stabbing-heated-argument, but there was none. Instead, cold-stony-silence filled the day.
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Four days and three nights have passed since our last stop of length, and icy-dead-silence just grows. The leftover deer-meat that Calypso dried with a spell is gone, our Riders are tired, and Silba and I must eat. But I see something on the horizon, something like a large lake, or the vast-great-sea near Teirm. I must investigate.
What do you think that is? Is there an ocean on the map?
Not on this one, Caesar replies, but there's another map. Let me check. I hear him rustling papers for a moment. Yes, it seems that the Land of Dragons is an archipelago. And it's a good way off, too. We'll need to resupply on the coast.
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We stop in a grove of trees near the coast where birds and deer are plentiful. Silba and I eat our fill, and Caesar and Calypso prepare another big-tan-point-antler-buck. Calypso takes the salt out of some seawater with a spell, storing some in a water skin Caesar made from the new buck-hide. Then we all sleep for a while. Twenty-four hours after landing here, we take off again, flying almost due north over the ocean. Silba enjoys the great-wet-sea, skimming the surface with her tail. Soon the ice-cold-silence between Caesar-the-partner-of-my-heart and Calypso crumbles, and we play games of riddles to pass the time.
Say my name and I vanish. What am I? Calypso asks.
Silence, Silba says. That's easy. How about this one? I see without eyes, I fly without wings. I light up the darkness and can make anything. What am I?
Thought, I say immediately.
Here's one I heard in Teirm once: a box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid, Caesar says.
A chicken's egg, obviously. Calypso, you should know this one: strong and stout, thirteen stars upon his brow, living stone sat shaping dead earth into dead stone. I add.
The late dwarf king Orik making a thardsvergûndnzmal. I heard that one in Farthen Dur. Eragon came up with it during the Great War, she smiles.
The dwarf king Orik making a what? Caesar questions.
A thardsvergûndnzmal. Really, Caesar, we learned about them in the third week of our studies with Lanadra.
And I still can't say it.
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Three long-exhausting-days-nights later, I see something ahead that looks like a tall, black mountain-spire. Caesar consults his map. "That's on here!" he yells gleefully. "It's on here! 'The Spire of Thorns,' it's called. And it looks like we're only a couple of days' ride from the Land of Dragons! Yes! We're almost there!" I angle down to the island on which the Spire sits. We were not lost.
Author Note: So? How did you guys like it? Let us know in a review!
Well, since that's done, now for the rest of it: Thanks to Sparxius, AwesomeDragonGirl, The One Who Has No Names, and live-love-learn-laugh for reviewing, CP for the use of most things I don't own, J.R.R. Tolkien for a riddle (did anyone get the reference?), and my friends and some random blog for the other riddles. Review! You'll get Aragon from LOTR!
Now this is sort of random, but Luna's words reminded me of it, a few days ago I was really excited to be in a lego store again, and I haven't been an avid fan of lego's in a while, but why was I excited? There were Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, the Hobbit, and Star Wars lego's! I was over the moon!
