Take Me On My Past Adventure

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Chapter 6: Father Will Never be Proud of ME!

A man sat alone with his head in his hand, thinking, on his throne in a large chamber. The chamber was nothing short of elegant and beautiful. On the walls hung a majestic tapestry with many different colors of dragons all of whom had a rider dressed in heavy armor. Several other tapestries hung on the walls. Each showed an individual dragon and its rider from the first tapestries. In total there where fourteen tapestries. There was very few things else in the large chamber. A single large throne was placed directly across from the two heavy doors that led into the chamber.

The man waited patiently for his servant to return with his follower. A single knock came from the other side of the huge, heavy doors, announcing the servant and follower. The man said a single word after the sound had died down. "Enter!"

His humble servant came in followed by a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years. Her hair was a midnight raven down to her mid back. It was pulled back by a single red ribbon. Her face was smooth and her eyes were a dark blue similar to a summer night. The smile she wore was beautiful but in the same token, showed how truly evil this girl was. Her clothes were an elegant red skirt that went down to her feet covering thick brown, leather boots. Her shirt was blacker than her hair and the all the clothing showed the many curves of her body. At her waist was a sword in a red sheath, with dark black jewels upon it.

The man smiled as she entered, he was pleased that she was back after the month of trying to track down a rebellious young man. Though, his smile turned to hate when he motion to his servent to leave. His hate became a smile again when the servant had closed the chamber door and left the two alone.

"Rakshasa, Welcome back!" How was the journey?" the man asked, standing. He walked over to the girl and they greeted like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"It was fine, but. . . ." Rakshasa let her voice die down as the man released her, taking a step back.

"But, what?" The man asked, the anger rising in his voice.

"The Rider got away before I could capture him." Rakshasa said in a small voice, bracing herself for the anger and hate.

"What!" the man yelled. "You let the rider, Eragon, get away with the other eggs. First he is able to slip past you into my castle, without being detected, in the middle of the night. He steals the eggs without the six guards and you noticing at all. It took you almost an hour to realize and go after him, then you didn't even capture him or at least find where the Varden is." By the end of what the man was saying he was pacing the room.

"He outsmarted me in the foothills of the Beor Mountains."

"This means that the Varden will have three riders to my one. You have greatly disappointed me, Rakshasa." the man said as he returned to his seat on the throne. The anger had lesson but was still there as he put his head in his hands to think. "Please leave me for now, I shall call upon thy again soon, my follower." The man said through his hands.

The girl turned to leave with one last look at the man. All she wanted was for him to be proud of her. She worked so hard at pleasing him that she did nothing for herself. The only reason she become a Dragon Rider was so that he would finally be proud of her. That was all she really wanted, and it was never going to happen.

She walked down the halls and flights of stairs to the main entry hall. She opened the heavy door and made her way away from the castle filled with anger and hate to the small garden hidden in the shadows. The garden was fenced with a black iron rod fence. It was filled with tons of rose bushes bearing blood red roses. One large willow tree stood in the center of the garden with an elegant black iron bench under its low hanging branches.

Next to the tree waited a single creature of red for her. It was her dragon, Faraj, waited for her return. His scales dark blood red and glemmed brightly in the warm early morning sunlight. His wings were the same red with a silver hue mixed in, that looked very beautiful as the great beast fanned its wings. Faraj had large spikes of silver that ran down its neck and back to its tail, and silver claws just as dangerous. The dragon also had eyes the same magnificent silver as the claws and spikes.

Rakshasa approached him deep in thought. He sensed her grief and sadness through the link in their minds. What troubles you, my young one?

Nothing. The girl answered forcing herself to smile.

You can not fool one who can sense your feelings.

Father is disappointed in me, again. No matter what I do he will never be proud of me.

He is proud of you, just the King does not show his feelings or tell you these things.

Sure like the great King, Galbatorix of Alagësia, has time to be proud of his only daughter. He is too busy thinking about how to get all the Dragon Riders on his side and crush the Varden.

He is still proud of you.

Faraj we need to stop kidding ourselves here, we both know that my father doesn't care about me except that I don't join the Varden, which I would never do in a million years.

Little one there is not much more you can do then just try your best and one day your father will be proud of you.

Maybe. The girl said absent mindedly while she stroked Faraj hard scales along his neck. She stood for a moment with her hand on his neck. I know what will make us feel better. How about a quick trip to Dras-Leona for a little fun.

Fine, but let us hurry and get there before night fall.

Let me get my things and we'll be on our way. The girl said taking off at a run to the entry door to the castle. Once through that she had to dodge all the people who tell her father what she was up to. She raced up the back stairway, up to the third floor, before she stopped running. She opened a door at the end of the hall that led to her room.

The room was elegant but simple. A large bed was against one wall, with red blankets of silk on it. One of the maids had been in here for the bed was made neatly, unlike how the girl had left it. The girl slide to her knees on the right side of the bed. She looked under there for her pack and the extra supplies she kept there. When she couldn't it she became worried, someone had moved it.

"Looking for this," came a woman's voice for the open doorway. Rakshasa head shot up to look over the bed at one of the maids holding the pack full of the girl's stuff.

"How did you get that?" Rakshasa asked as she stood and walked around the bed.

"It's my job to clean your room, which means cleaning under the bed."

"First off, you aren't the usual maid who cleans and second, she doesn't clean under my bed."

"So where are you going?" The maid asked still holding the pack in her hand.

"Nowhere." Rakshasa said with a shrug.

"You can't fool me, Rakshasa. I know you better than that."

"On a quick trip with Faraj for fun. You won't tell my father will you?"

"But what if he calls upon you?"

"Then you tell him you don't know where I am. Simple enough?"

"I guess."

"Thank you." Rakshasa said pulling the woman into a hug.

"Take this and be careful, please?" The maid said as they pulled apart and she handed the pack to the girl.

"Right, be careful." The girl said as she slipped by the maid and took off running down the hall to the back stairs. The maid shock her head and closed the door.

The girl ran down the stairs to the first floor, then raced through the door. She had to only dodge one person, but he did not notice her as she slipped by him, still running. Once she was out the door she ran back into the garden to Faraj.

Let's go. The girl said as she pulled the pack on and got onto Faraj's bare back. She rode side saddle(A/N: without the saddle) in her skirt.

Hold on tight. The giant beast told the girl as she wrapped her arms around him. His wings shot open and he jumped into the air flapping his wings with large muscles. Moments later both were gone in the clouds.

A/N: There's the end of another chapter. Please review with comments or any question. Also I want to Thanx all my reader, writing this for you has been fun. :) Next chapter up soon.