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Zyana woke the next morning with a small smile on her bright red lips by the sun bearing down on her fair skin, warming her right through. She heard the quiet snores of her dragon beside her, and her smile widened slightly as she rubbed her eyes and sat up. The tiny dragon beside her growled quietly in protest, but Zyana ignored her and made her way over to her dresser where she began rummaging through her belongings, trying to find something suitable to wear.

After sifting through several gowns, she laid eyes on a bright blue dress with violet lining and small darker purple flowers along the nape of the neck area, making them look like a necklace. She put it on and relished the feel of the fine silk as it ran over her skin. As she tied the lace at the front, she turned to face the mirror and was delighted to see that it fit her perfectly, the long skirt falling from her hips elegantly.

After admiring herself for a few moments, she began working on her hair which she tied back into a long raven coloured plait that fell half way down her back.

She heard faint footsteps approaching her tent before Arya entered hurriedly, a chirping Ilian perched happily on her shoulders. She was wearing an emerald gown that complimented her eyes and fair skin perfectly, and wore a proud smile on her face as she laid eyes on her sister. "You look absolutely wonderful Zyana!" She exclaimed as she shifted uncomfortably in her dress.

"As do you Arya. But you really should stop fidgeting; you need to learn to feel at home in gowns, we have to set an example after all." Zyana laughed.

"I know, I know. But I don't think I will ever be able to even walk in this thing," Arya pulled at her skirts agitatedly, sighing. "Let alone ride!" She took a seat next to her sister and began playing with her own hair, pulling it up into an elegant bun with two small curls falling in front of her pointed ears.

"How is the speech going?" Zyana asked to take her sisters mind away from the discomfort she felt, and it seemed to work. Arya rested her head in her hands and sighed loudly. "I was actually going to make it up as I go; I'm better at thinking in the moment. How about you? Have you decided what you are going to say?"

Zyana shrugged. "I have some idea, but I'll word it better when I'm actually up there."

Arya nodded her understanding and turned her gaze to the two dragons on Zyana's bed. Ilian had managed to wake the other hatchling and they were now playing happily together, seemingly forgetting all about their riders. Both girls shook their heads before Arya turned towards Zyana.

"Do you have a name for her yet?" She asked, but Zyana shook her head.

"Not yet, but I will know what her name will be when I hear it." She said smiling, not taking her eyes from the two dragons for a second. After some time Ilian got bored and sat upon Arya's lap, making himself comfortable in her skirts. He turned his gaze to his rider and hummed loudly before the amethyst hatchling jumped next to him, biting him forcefully on the tip of his tail. He growled at her quietly, and she shied away slowly. After a few seconds she would try again and earn the same response from the emerald hatchling, but after half an hour of the same treatment, Ilian became bored and ignored her, making her cry out in annoyance. Not liking the way the other hatchling was treating her, she created a small gust of wind that pushed Ilian off his riders lap and onto the floor with a small thud. Ilian puffed smoke out of his nostrils angrily before jumping back to Arya and curling up into a small angry ball.

Both Zyana and Arya laughed quietly when the amethyst dragon finally gave up, sulking into her riders skirt slowly. "My, she is feisty isn't she?" Arya said to her sister who nodded.

"Unfortunately." Zyana giggled, earning a small glare from the dragon in her lap. "I mean that in the best possible way, little one." She retorted quickly, but the hatchling just rolled her eyes.

Arya chuckled quietly before saying her energy and spirit would be the death of Zyana.

Energy. Zyana thought to herself. Spirit. Spirit energy! She looked at the tiny dragon in her lap who was now staring at her intently. "Ohrana." Zyana said aloud earning a low hum of contentment from her dragon. She repeated the name a few more times and turned to a smiling Arya. "It is perfect!! Spirit energy, I couldn't have thought of a more fitting name even if I had wanted to!" Arya said loudly, her smile widening with every word that left her mouth. Zyana returned her smile and heard footsteps approach her tent. Alarmed, both girls rose, cradling their dragons in their arms and watched as the flap opened to reveal Murtagh and Eragon.

They looked as if they were about to say something, but stopped in their tracks when they saw the two women standing regally in the middle of the room. Eragon's mouth dropped open to form a perfect 'o' shape while Murtagh stood in the doorway, unable to speak or move. The girls exchanged glances quickly before asking what it was they wanted. Murtagh shook himself out of his reverie, blushing slightly before saying, "Nasuada says that she is getting the crowd assembled, so you have around five minutes." He looked at Eragon who had not moved a muscle and elbowed him in the ribs. "Ouch." Eragon grumbled before blushing profusely.

"I... Er... You..." He stuttered quickly, unable to form a coherent sentence. The elves smiled slightly and placed their dragons on the ground beside each other.

"Thank you. We were getting bored just sitting here, the dragon's aren't very good company." Zyana laughed motioning to the two hatchlings who were once again wrestling roughly. "That is all that they want to do. It was cute for the first seven hours, but now..?" She shook her head. "Does the crowd know why they are being called?"

Murtagh shrugged. "I think they might have some idea because they've seen Ilian with Arya, but I don't think they know about..." He turned his eyes towards the amethyst hatchling. "Do you have a name for her yet?" He asked Zyana, his brown eyes staring at her intently, making her blush slightly. She smiled warmly towards her dragon then turned back to Murtagh. "I have."

The tent fell into silence for a few seconds before Murtagh broke it. "Well? What is it?" he asked.

"I'm afraid you will have to wait to find out, just like everyone else." Zyana replied, her eyes dancing at Murtagh's shocked expression. "What? You can't do that! I'm your friend! Tell me!"

She shook her head smiling at him cheekily. "Nope. My dragon will not permit that."

He sighed and shook his head knowing there was no point in arguing. "Fine, you win this once, but next time, you won't be so lucky." The smile on Zyana's face widened triumphantly as she picked up Ohrana. "Oh, we shall see about that." She said as she exited the tent with a laughing Arya close behind holding Ilian.

Ohrana squeaked happily at seeing the world around her for the first time and her rider pulled her close, hugging her warmly. The hatchling struggled and Zyana released her slightly before stepping into the pavilion where the announcement was to be made. Eragon and Murtagh smiled wishing them luck. "You will be fine. You always are." Eragon said, blushing slightly before leaving to find Saphira. Murtagh smiled at Zyana warmly. "Good luck to both of you. The Varden will be proud to have you for riders." His cheeks coloured slightly before muttering, "You look beautiful."

Zyana was relieved when he ran out the door so quickly he had missed the colour rising in her cheeks. Arya turned her sister toward her and laughed at her flushed expression. She looked as if she were about to say something when Nasuada's voice echoed through the crowd calling Arya and Ilian to the stand. Zyana wished her luck and ran through her speech one more time before she was confident she was ready.

She looked at Ohrana who was eyeing the room around her curiously, sniffing at the items that lay scattered around. Seeming to know her riders gaze was on her, she turned to Zyana immediately and ran towards her, nudging her legs. Zyana picked her up and sat her on her shoulders before she heard the end of her sisters speech and the crowd scream in exhilaration. As the crowds cheers died, she heard Nasuada call her to the dais, and took a few deep breaths as she checked her appearance.

"Are you ready Ohrana? This is it." She asked her dragon who hummed in answer, and turned towards the door.

She made her way into the sunlight and the crowd became silent as they beheld the small amethyst dragon on her shoulders. Ohrana held her head high and proud and Zyana rolled her eyes. "You make a great first impression don't you?" She laughed before stepping up on the podium.

She looked to her side and saw Nasuada, Arya and Ilian seated in a straight line, giving her reassuring glances. She drew a deep breath and began.

"People of the Varden. I have someone I would like you all to meet, my dragon, Ohrana." The crowd gasped as the dragon jumped from her riders shoulders and landed on the podium in front of her, blowing a small puff of smoke from her nose. 'Show off' Zyana muttered so only her dragon could hear. Ohrana turned to her briefly, then resumed her proud stance for the crowd. Zyana rolled her eyes slowly and continued.

"She hatched for me yesterday, but she is no ordinary dragon. She is different, and Galbatorix would do anything in his power to get her." She then went on to explain how Ohrana was an elemental dragon and that it was actually the tiny dragon before her who had caused the storm the previous day. Some of the crowd fell into a stunned silence while others gasped at every sentence that left her mouth. Turning her gaze to the two larger dragons, she looked at Murtagh who sat comfortably on Thorn's saddle and gave him a confident smile before she continued.

"So now you understand why we have kept her egg hidden. The evil King is weaker than ever now, but still stands strong. He is a formidable enemy even at his weakest with the numbers on his side, but he will not win this war. We will, and not only because of the dragons on our side, it will be because of you all who are standing in front of me.

We fight because we dream of a better land, a land with freedom, a land of prosperity. We fight because we want to be free of the old Kings reign, and rest assured, we will see him fall. We fight for our children, who, after this war, will not live every day in fear, wondering if it will be their last. These are the reasons we fight, and will win because of what we are fighting for, not because we are being ordered to by a crazy old man.

Some of us will die, but those who don't will look back on this day when they are old and grey and know they have earned to live everyday in between. So now, the people of the Varden. Who will help us bring about the end of the old King and create a new, brighter land with no worries or hardship?" A deafening cheer fell over the pavilion as the crowd stood on their chairs in exhilaration, cheering all the riders names.

Zyana turned to Murtagh who smiled at her proudly as a roar erupted from his dragons throat, followed by one from Saphira. Even as Zyana stepped down from the podium and took a seat next to her sister, the crowd didn't cease to yell, but when Nasuada walked to the dais and raised a hand, an eerie silence enveloped them.

"So, now you have all met our two new riders and their dragons. There will be a feast tonight in their honour and I expect all to be there. Thank you for all your attention, but this meeting is now over, and you may leave." She bowed her head regally before stepping down from the podium, making her way towards the riders.

"What wonderful speeches! You have done the Varden proud, both of you." She said smiling. "Zyana, you spoke like a queen, and I'm sure when Islanzadi finds out about this, she would be most proud." Zyana beamed at the compliment, and asked her when they would be leaving for Ellesmera.

"Within a week I should say. It would give your dragons a little more time to develop and get to know their feet." She smiled at Ilian and Ohrana who were happily perched on their riders shoulders, proud expressions written on their faces. Turning her gaze back to the two women, she said, "I best be off. I have to prepare this feast for tonight."

"You didn't have to do anything Nasuada. We know you are busy enough as it is, and we don't want to disturb your schedule." Arya said, but Nasuada waved a hand, dismissing her apologetic tone. "Believe me, it is no trouble, and the people need a night of festivities and music. You would agree with me there would you not Arya?" Arya nodded, thanking the Varden leader before Nasuada disappeared out the door, giving way to Eragon and Murtagh. The pair had huge smiles on their faces and congratulated both women eagerly.

"You both spoke wonderfully!" Eragon enthused while Murtagh hugged them happily.

"Thank you, but it was nothing, really. We are Islanzadi's daughters; it's expected of us, even at a young age." Zyana replied smiling. Arya nodded in agreement.

"Yes, very true. Now I don't know about you, but I need to get out of this dress and into some trousers." Arya laughed as Zyana shook her head.

"I wouldn't bother Arya, you will just have to get back into it in a few hours anyway." She said as her sister made her way towards the door.

"Yes, but those few hours will be spent in comfort." Arya retorted already half way out the door, a small smile on her lips.

Eragon and Murtagh laughed after her as Zyana continued shaking her head, her plait swaying across her back rhythmically. Ohrana jumped from her riders shoulders and puffed a small cloud of smoke out of her nose in slight annoyance at being disturbed and walked across the room proudly. Zyana crept up behind her and pulled her into a hug, asking if she would like to go to see the outside world properly and play with Thorn and Saphira.

Ohrana hummed in response as Zyana began towards the door with Eragon and Murtagh close behind. "Saphira and Thorn are flying, but they are going to meet us in the clearing in a few minutes." Murtagh said to Zyana.

"Excellent, and maybe they might even be able to show her some of the things they were teaching Ilian." She added as she made her way into the sunlight, her skirt flowing around her glamorously. Murtagh nodded, saying his dragon would like that. They exchanged small smiles before arriving at the clearing where Thorn and Saphira were landing, their large wings beating dust into the air, forming a small brown cloud. Ohrana ran up to the two larger dragons happily, overjoyed at seeing others of her kind, and began playing with Saphira's long blue tail. Saphira twitched it happily and began conversing with Eragon, which he relayed to the other riders.

"She says that she can watch Ohrana for a while if you would like a break, Zyana. Her and Thorn would like to start her training while she is still young, they say the younger, the better. What do you think?"

Zyana sighed. "You know, that sounds amazing, thank you Saphira." A smile found its way onto her lips as she looked at her dragon who was still absentmindedly playing. Ohrana, seeming to sense her riders eyes on her looked up. "I'm going to go for a small walk Ohrana, I need you to stay here and play with Saphira and Thorn. I will be back soon, don't worry." She went up to the hatchling and stroked her scales softly, a low hum emitting from the base of her throat.

Zyana. Came a small voice in her head, and she looked up in alarm, unsure of the cause. She glanced at Murtagh and Eragon who were conversing with their own dragons and became sure she imagined it. When it sounded again, she turned toward her dragon who had her bright amethyst eyes on her.

Zyana.

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