Oh, btw, on the map of Alagaesia, Ceris is on the southeastern edge of Du Weldenvarden. And thanks to everybody who gave me name suggestions, they were sweet. haha, i can't pick names very well...
Galbatorix was in the highest chamber in his huge castle in Uru' Baen. It was the chamber where Galbatorix had thought the guards had been carefully guarding the eggs that were still left in his possesion.
He had gone to Yazuac for just two days; so he could cover up the fact that the Urgals had destroyed the city and everything in it, people were getting annoyingly suspicious.
The soilder's just stood infront of Galbatorix as he paced, all wearing faces of fear. Galbatorixed was mad, very mad, and it was their fault. They failed him, they had let the elf escape.
Finally Galbatorix stopped pacing and stood infront of them.
"You let the elf escape. She took the egg with ease. You weren't even sucessful in shooting down the dragon. But not all hope is lost. We still have one egg. We must find somebody fit to be a Rider, and train them so we can take over Ellesmera.
"Unfortunatly," Galbatorix said with an evil grin, " 'We' does not include you." After hearing this the soilders all gulped nervoulsy. "You have failed me. I cannot trust you to guard the egg anymore. Therefore you are no use to me, and will be sentenced to death." As he said this the two Ra'zac entered the chamber. They skillfully handcuffed the soilders and dragged them out of the room.
"You can't do this!" one of the soilders cried. "This will be the downfall of you Galbatorix!" Galbatorix simply laughed as if he was amused and watched the men being dragged to their death.
Unfortunatly (at least for Galbatorix) he did not take this soilder seriously. Who was he to think he could match his useless mortal powers against those of great and powerful Rider?
As Galbatorix thought about this his personal assistant Boq walked into the chamber carrying a roll or parchment.
"S-sir, I have the list you requested. The list of children to test the egg," Boq said stuttering slightly. Galbatorix took the list from him and scanned it quickly.
"There are not very many here."
"Well, sir, not all of the children had the specific qualities that you asked for." Galbatorix, indeed, had asked that the children testing the egg had severel qualities that Galbatorix had himself.
He wanted the future Rider to be strong, very strong, a man preferably. He also wanted them to be of able mind, so they were able to pick up things very quickly. And last, strangest of all, he wanted the children to have lost one or both of their parents, for Galbatorix himself had lost a parent. He wanted the cihld to be exactlly like him, or very close to it.
"Very well," said Galbatorix handing the list back to Boq. "Bring them here tommorow, they can then test the egg." Boq nodded and scurried out of the chamber.
A grin sat firmly on Galbatorix's face. He had a feeling. A feeling that he would soon have a new Rider in his control.
Kaida was now two days away from Ceris and, according to her map, was a week or less from Ellesmera. Apart from Ruac and the dragon Kaida was alone, but was perfectlly okay with it. Ruac was a good, fast, loyal horse and the Kaida had taken a liking to the dragon. Each morning it'd come back to her with rabbits or squirils for breakfast which she cooked up and split between them.
By now Kaida had confirmed that the dragon could indeed speak to her through thought, and that she could talk to it too.
Kaida had just woke up and was wondering where the dragon was, when it trotted into camp, two rabbits dangling in it's mouth looking very proud.
Thank you...er...dragon. She then realized that this whole time she had been calling it dragon, but hadn't given it an actual name.
She took the rabbit from it and started to skin it, talking to the dragon as she did so.
You need a name. The dragon simply grinned slyly in return. Well...let's see...Erm, are you a boy or a girl? she asked akwardly.
Female, said the dragon.
Right, well...how about something that has to do with red, you know, because of your color. How about Rouge? Kaida always liked the name and was happy to see that the dragon (now, Rouge) took to the name very well.
Rouge...I like it.
Then Kaida finished skinning the rabbits and cooked it over a fire. She split the meat between her and Rouge and ate as Ruac chewed on the patches of grass.
She quickly cleaned up camp and packed up, ready to start traveling again.
About an hour and a half after leaving camp Rouge swueezed her way out from the bag and jumped out into the air.
At first Kaida was shocked and stopped Ruac, but then saw Rouge spread out her large, leathery wings and soared through the air.
"Whoa!" Kaida exclaimed. It was a beautiful sight to see the wind carry Rouge through the air, twisting and turning. "You've never done that before!" For severel hours Kaida would just weave through the vast forest with Rouge flying beside her.
When they stopped for night Kaida crawled up inside her blankets and Rouge curled up next to her.
This whole dragon thing might be okay after all...
The Ra'zac gripped the ends of the chains that were binding the soilders together as they were being sent to their death. Leaon, the soilder who threatend Galbatorix, stood on the end, the Ra'zac's grimy hands inches away from him.
But he did not pay attention to it, because inside his head he was forming a plan as quickly as he could.
How dare Galbatorix try to execute him? He would pay for this. He would pay.
After ten minutes of wandering down the endless hallways the Ra'zac finally pulled them into a large plain room. There were only three windows, all small and high up. The room was empty except for a wooden headlock and an almost-too-happy executioner with a long, jagged axe.
Many of the soilders started to shake nervously as they saw the executiner stroke the axe. But Leaon didn't, because he knew he would live. He had it all worked out.
The Ra'zac had everybody line up infront of the headlock. Most soilders scampered up to the front, wanting to get it over. But Leaon sulked to the very back.
One by one the Ra'zac led them up to the headlock. And one bye one Leaon had to watch it. The terror flashing across their faces. And the sudden thud of the axe.
Severel minutes later all the soilders but Leaon were dead, their bodies thrown into a corner.
"Commme on," hissed one of the Ra'zac. Without restrain Leaon approached the headlock. He obidently bent over and the executioner started to lower the bar of the headlock.
WHAM! Leaon smaked the executioner so hard he stumbled back a bit, but Leaon took no noticed to this and snatched his axe. Quick as lightning Leaon swung the axe at the executioners throught without hesitating.
The executioners head flew off, his body crumpling beneath him. The Ra'zac seemed to shocked to do anything at first. But as Leaon charged at them with the axe raised, the immediatly crouched down, both whipping out small pouches of dust. With a flash of blue light the Ra'zac dissapeared and Leaon lowered the axe and stopped his momentum.
Leaon shrugged it off. It made no diffrence to him. He tossed the axe aside and retrieved his sword and bow from a pile of weapons they had taken from him.
Fresh waves of determination came over him as he silently made his way out of the castle. But where to go?
Finally he figured it out. The elves. It was the place Galbatorix was going to attempt to attack, and Leaon was going to warn them. After what Galbatorix had done, this thought made Leaon grin, almost madley. Revenge.
I know, it's a little far fetched, but oh well. Review!