This is just a really short little fill-in. I know, it's like, the third chapter I wrote today, but oh well! On with the story.
Disclaimer: Bliss: Still the same…
Saphira: Told ya so!
Mysteries:
I trained well and true; Eragon was a fine teacher. Dreamr had lessons with Saphira, and soon he was doing loops in the air.
I had soon mastered the ancient language, and was very skilled in magic after only a few days. He said I was amazing, and that even he had not been able to do such so quickly.
Dreamr is growing quickly. In less than a month, he will be Saphira's size, or bigger. I've asked him if he has yet developed any feelings for Saphira, and he says she is a friend and nothing more. Dreamr told me in the ancient language, and did not lie. I am afraid for the race of the dragons.
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Eragon and Eyris were sparring at the training field, when a man came running through, carrying a large bundle in front of him. As Eyris let her guard down to yell, "Harzr!" Eragon put the tip of his sword to her neck.
"Dead." He proclaimed.
"Who's Harzr?"
"Oh! Harzr is my best friend ever, besides Dreamr, that is. He's the one that found me and brought me here after I was a maid in Galbatorix's castle…and now I've said too much!" She cried, running off to follow Harzr.
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What's this?
Is someone there?
Save me, please!
I think I'm bleeding;
I just barely escaped.
Take me away…
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"I…I can't believe it…" whispered Queen Islanzadi, outside of a large bedroom in the palace.
"I know," muttered Harzr, from beside her. "I don't see how…and yet…both survived!"
"I didn't know there was another. Oh, please forgive me, my lady! This is my entire fault!" This was Eyris, who had eventually found Harzr in the palace, right where he stood now.
The healers came out from the room, with sorrowful faces.
"How is…" Queen Islanzadi started. She was cut off by the eldest healer.
"Three broken ribs, one punctured a lung; slash across the abdomen, made with a sword and magic, so it will most likely never heal; broken wrist; broken ankle;"
The healers rambled on about what was wrong with the person laying sick in the bedroom. Islanzadi just stood there, shocked.
"Will…will…live…?" She choked out.
"We hope so, my lady, but there is a good chance of death. We are very sorry; we have done all we can."
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Wonder what that was all about…
She probably just went to see how he's doing. And that bundle looked pretty suspicious.
Yeah, you're right, Saphira. Training's over, for the day, anyhow.
Yes. I'm tired, let's go home.
All right, then.