Take Me On My Past Adventure
Disclaimer: By now you know I don't own Eragon just the main character and the plot.
Summary: A girl is chosen to be the next dragon rider one problem: she lives in the year of 2005.
A/N: To Breathless74: here is the next chapter and thaxs for the review.
To Vulpix4Life: I know that in chapter two her feelings about being 2000 years in the past is left out but I was in a hurry and nowhere in there is it from her point of view. That is probably the only chapter that will be in some one else's point of view. As for your next review, you will have to wait and find out who Kacie's father is. And Murtagh's father was not Galbatorix, he was Morzan's son. Plus I'm glad you like the story so far here is the next chapter just for you. And about being a natural at everything in chapter 3, that was just Sedna trying to reassure Kacie. You'll see later what Kacie is a natural at.
Chapter 4: Double the Ceremonies
"Welcome everyone," came a woman's voice. "It's time for the ceremony to begin."
The speaker was not only a women but a beautiful elf. The elven lady had raven-hair and her deep eyes shone with a driving force. She held her self with poise and grace with a slender sword at her side. Her beauty surpassed all people, even many elves.
"Since when is Arya doing the ceremony?" Eragon asked Sedna, surprised.
"King Hrothgar, wished not to have that honor, and Arya was the one he chose to have that honor." Sedna quickly answered Eragon.
"Today a great honor is to be given to a young girl and a young man here. They have been chosen for the highest of all exalt, to be Argetlams, or also know as Dragon Riders. Now each has been given a life changing honor, which we know they will do well to live up to the expectations put upon their able shoulders." Arya said to the silent crowd. Each word made me more and more nervous as I stood with Eragon, Sedna, and Murtagh. I had no idea what Arya was saying up on the stage because of my nerves, I didn't pay attention.
"The first today to be honored is a new girl here to our home, Rosenthal." Ayra said to the crowd. Sedna pushed me forward out of the crowd and towards the raised platform that Arya stood on. I walked up on the stage as I felt myself begin to tremble in fear as to what was going to happen.
Arya smiled at me and motion to a person off to the side, as I came to stand next to her. A man brought on to the platform a polished, hard, purple almost black stone, on a pillow of soft silk. The stone was a foot in diameter and had small white veins spiderwebbed across the smooth surface.
"Now please touch the egg, Rosenthal, and welcome your dragon to the world." Arya said as I put out a trembling hand towards the rock. I touched smooth, cool, frictionless stone under my finger tips. A squeak came from within the stone as I realized that it wasn't a stone but the egg of the dragon that would soon belong to me. The egg began to wobble violently as the squeak became more rapid and more often. A thin crack appeared on the egg, as I braced myself for the arrival of the dragon. Many cracks followed the first and all meet in one spot. Finally the whole egg broke revealing a small dragon.
The dragon was no longer than my forearm, yet it held it's strangely angled body with dignity and magnificence. The dragon's scales were the same dark, almost black, purple as the egg with silver spikes running from the top of its head to the end of its tail. There was a larger-than-normal hollow between the spikes were the neck joined to the shoulders. Its head was roughly triangular, and it had two extremely big, white, sharp fangs arching from its upper jaw. Its huge claws were the same polished ivory as its fangs and were just as sharp. As it fanned its wings out I saw that they were several times larger than its body and ribbed with thin fingers of bone that extended from the wing's front edge, forming a line of widely spaced talons.
I reached out my hand slowly towards the small dragon on the silk pillow. My hand, after what seemed like an eternity, meet with the dragon's triangular head. A blast of icy energy surged into my hand and raced through my body, burning like liquid fire. My body seared with pain as I pulled my hand from the dragon in surprise. A moment later there was no pain only a faint tingling. I looked at my numb and paralyzed hand to see a white oval form upon the palm of my hand.
At the same moment that the mark appeared on my hand I felt as if another presence enter my mind. I felt a feeling of curiosity and interest from the other person. I looked at the dragon and the presence seem to tell me that it was the dragon.
"What shall you name your dragon?" Arya asked from beside me. The question caught me off guard for I forgot that anyone else was here.
"Umm. . . ."
"Think about it."
"Okay," I said as the dragon gave m a new feeling, hunger. "Can I have some food for my dragon?" I asked Arya, as the dragon leaped from the pillow onto my shoulder. She motioned to another man who brought forward some stripes of fresh meat. I picked up a hand full off the plate and offered it to my dragon, as I made my way off the stage, and back to where Sedna, Eragon, and Murtagh stood.
"Next is a man who has already proved his abilities and strength to us in the battle against the Uragals. Now he is given the chance to have the greatest honor of all, be a Rider." Arya started talking again as I feed the last of the meat to the dragon, who gave a feeling of satisfaction between the bond.
"Murtagh come up to welcome your dragon." Arya said motioning to a man off the stage to bring up the next egg. The egg was a light forest green with white veins webbed across the surface.
Murtagh walked up on to the stage proudly to touch the egg. Arya told him nothing as he touched the stone. A squeak came from within the egg and it began to shake just the same way mine did. A moment later there on the pillow was a green dragon with black spikes run from his head to his tail. It looked the same as mine except form the colors.
He touched his dragon just as I did though he did not show any sign of pain. He lifted his hands to look at and I could see the same white oval on his hand as mine. The dragon spread its wings and glided over to Murtagh's shoulder.
"What will you name your Dragon?"
A moment of silence followed Arya's question then, "He's name will be Beroan." Murtagh said to Arya. She nodded and motion to the man with the platter of food to give what was left to Murtagh. He took the food, offering it to Beroan, and walked back over to where the group stood.
"We know that both of you will take this honor and help to save the Varden from the Empire. Hold your head up high and remember that you are the privileged and honored ones, never forget that you and your dragon's friendship is worth more than any other." Arya finished and stepped off the stage and walked over to the group where I stood.
"Nice job, Arya." Sedna said as Arya came to stand next to her.
"Thank you, Sedna." Arya answered before turning to Eragon. "When will you be leaving?"
"In a few days, once Rosenthal has her horse, sword, and bow. Plus we need time to get some rest. It will be hard to travel with so many this time." Eragon answered. Arya said that she would have to finish the conversation later for she had to talk to the King. She was gone through the crowd seconds later.
"How about we get something to eat before we head over to the blacksmith." Sedna said to me. I shrugged and we made are way out of the hall.
A/N: Well that's the chapter so now there are three Dragon riders fore the Varden. You are probably wondering how there are two more eggs for the Varden. Both were taken from King Galbatorix's possession. Any other questions just ask in reviews, because I don't read my e-mail that often.
