Now that I know that you all hate me...I feel so loved... I will finally update. Its not my fault I wasn't able to update. I was sick with a hundred and three fever and I was puking and was really dizzy. All through Spring Break. And one of my dogs died so yeah. Really bad Spring Break. Anyway, I do not own Eragon or any other characters. All I own is my characters and my plot.
Chapter Fifteen
Nothing could be more louder than someone falling on the floor, dead. For Eragon, everything turned silent and the world held still. The poor girl who had suffered so much. Too much. No kid should have to suffer what Elita had. Being sold to slavery, to a ungrateful master, and punished for things that she could not do. She had never thought she was free or could be free. Never tried those little moments of luxury which everyone lived for. It was just serving and caring for the master, she was lower than dung. No words could describe what Eragon feeling at those moments. Saphira nudged him softly, her body tense. He looked up at her with wet eyes then turned to what she was looking at.
A large, dark blue dragon was standing in the room, the door were forced open. The dragon had a stern look on its face, its navy blue eyes unreadable. It surveyed the crowd thoughtlessly, breathing loudly. The breathing, Eragon noticed, was sounding sort of strained. Like it could not get enough air. The dragon dipped its head down, its nose a few inches from Elita's back. It sniffed the arrow and then with a sudden outburst, it roared.
Eragon winced. The roar was something he had never heard before, not even Saphira could probably match it. Anger appeared in the navy eyes and it snarled, walking forward into the crowd, blowing steam out of its nostrils. Eragon took a second glance at the steam. The crowd parted quickly, getting out of the dragon's way. Suddenly, its tail thrashed out, like a whip, and slammed into a man carrying a bow. The man landed on his back, staring up at the dragon with wide eyes.
The dragon brought its head over the man, it staring down at the man. The eyes searched the man and the dragon slowly brought its large front claw in front of the man. The man turned his head and closed his eyes tightly. All of its claws went down to form a fist except for one.
Tsk. Tsk. You should be more careful next time. You could accidentally kill someone. The dragon's voice echoed through the hall. Eragon was surprised because of three things. The dragon's voice was very wheezy, like it took a lot of energy for it to talk. The dragon did not communicate through one mind but to every mind and through the walls, as if it was doing echolocation. The last thing, which surprised Eragon very much, was what the dragon said. 'You could accidentally kill someone.' Eragon eagerly looked over to Elita, but she was still on the floor, not breathing. The dragon released the man and smiled, giving the man a scare. Eragon also noticed that the dragon's teeth was not as sharp or big as Saphira's but it seemed older than Saphira.
The dragon turned and stared at Eragon and Saphira for a second before walking over to Elita. It bent down so its mouth was over Elita's head. Arise, little one. Stop sleeping. It spoke, nudging her lightly. To Eragon's amazement, Elita began to stir slightly. The dragon nudged again and very slowly, Elita began to get up. Her dark crimson blood had created a small pool around her body, but as she stood up, her clothes remained unstained. She stretched lightly, opening her eyes. Eragon noticed something new about Elita. A certain glow about her. Her eyes were more brighter and looked less tired. Her skin cleaner; her hair lighter and fuller.
Eragon walked slowly up to her. She was looking down at the arrow, touching it lightly. She looked up at Eragon. "What happened?" She asked softly. Eragon blinked back tears. Suddenly, the other dragon's tail went around Elita and grabbed the arrow. With a quick whip like motion, the arrow went out of Elita's body. The arrow was clean and had no blood on it. Eragon gasped as he saw no cut through her shirt.
"I don't know, Elita. You tell me." He said breathlessly.
"Perhaps we can clear things up." A booming voice said. Eragon turned and Elita peered behind him. Five people walked through the ground, wearing bright colored sashes. Elita gasped and fell on the floor, muttering quietly. Eragon watched as they walked up to them and Eragon's eyes widened when he saw the fifth one. He was half man and half dragon. Gruesome yet handsome at the same time.
"Who are you?" Eragon asked.
"We are the Gods, Shur'tugal." The black man boomed again, his chest puffing out proudly.
"Cassara, you do not have to worship us." The dragon man said, kneeling down and staring at Elita. Eragon turned to Elita and watched as she continued praying. "Err, Elita you do not have to worship us." He said uncomfortably. Elita looked up hesitantly and stood up awkwardly. The man smiled and stood up.
"Explain please." Eragon said quickly. He wanted to know what was happening.
The dragon man, who was staring at Elita, looked up at Eragon with a little bit of annoyance. "What would you like to be explained." He asked.
"What are you doing here? Do you have something to do with Elita dying and Elita now living?" He asked, pointing at Elita.
"We are here to get Cassara. Cassara or your Elita, is my daughter, the Dragon Keeper and Goddess." The dragon man said, turning his gaze back on Elita. Elita or Cassara looked up at him with wide eyes. "I can't be...its not possible...I'm...I'm just a servant, not anyone special." She told him, making her way behind Eragon. The Gods faces fell and they looked at each other.
"Cassara, you are who you are. You can not escape it. Its your destiny. Raise your arm." He said. Cassara stepped out from behind Eragon and raised her arm out, her sleeve falling and showing her tattoo. Eragon gasped. The tattoo was almost the same as his gedwey ignasia but it had symbols on it. "Come here." He told her. She walked slowly to him, looking back at Eragon for moral support. He nodded silently. The dragon man raised his sleeve and he too had a tattoo, the same one in fact. The other Gods raised up their arms, showing off other tattoos with the same symbols but in different places. Elita looked up into the dragon man's eyes then her eyes rolled back. She fell back, unconscious. The dragon man caught her gently, picking her up and cradling her. The girl god or goddess walked over to Eragon.
"You probably are so confused. Let us find someplace to talk." She spoke softly, placing her hand on his shoulder. Eragon nodded silently. He quietly led him from the circular room.
"I guess we need to start from the beginning." Drake finally said, after introducing themselves. "Cassara is my daughter. Ziarre is her mother. Cassara was sleeping in her crib and we were asleep, when a very strong wind blew. You see the North Wind hates me. I'm not sure why but it never gives any good drafts to ride in. East, South, and West are nice. Well, North blew so hard that the crib fell over. And out came Cassara. But she didn't hit the floor. She fell through the cloud, because she was so light and that was it." Drake said.
"We did everything we could to find her. We finally found her when she was five but she was already sold to that horrid man for five years. So, Drake took Lamboni away and turned into Lamboni himself and watched Cassara for one or two more years." Ziarre spoke up, resting her hand on Drake's knee.
"What?" Cassara's voice was heard. Everyone glanced over as Cassara sat up. "Master Flanders...he...chopped you. I have your meat." She said.
Drake laughed. "No, he just chopped up one of my dragon forms. I cannot turn into a dragon that looks like Lamboni again." He told her. Cassara stared up at him then blinked. Suddenly, the door opened and the large dark blue dragon's face appeared in the doorway.
Its near hatching time. The dragon spoke, its voice echoing off the walls.
"Ah, good. Lets go, Krizan is going to be born soon." Drake said, getting up. Cassara stared up at the blue dragon, her eyes narrowed. She pointed her finger at him.
"Kaelin?" She asked softly, touching his large nose. Everyone looked back. "Kaelin." She said, hugging the giant blue dragon. Eragon turned to look at Drake.
"Her pet dragon and her helper as Dragon Keeper." He answered. Cassara patted Kaelin and ran to catch up with the others. They walked back to the circular room where Ayra, Liadain, and Ajihad were. They were talking in hushed tones when they entered. Suddenly, the purple stone began to crack open in Liadain's hands. He looked down. Slowly, a purple head peered out of the egg, its bright yellow eyes glowing happily. Liadain put the egg on the floor and Krizan crawled out, yawning. He touched Liadain's wrist and the gedwey ignasia appeared on the skin. Ajihad smiled.
"Let us celebrate." Ajihad said happily, clapping his hands together. He walked away, heading for the kitchens. Kaelin walked forward and held out the brown egg that Cassara had found in the statue to Cassara. Cassara grabbed it and turned it over, rubbing it.
"If I'm the Dragon Keeper, what am I suppose to do. What Master Flanders does? Take care of dragons?" Cassara asked. Drake looked down at her.
"No, the Dragon Keeper is a person who collects the dragon eggs and watches over them until you can give them to their rider. Making sure no harm comes to them." Drake told her, smiling down at her.
"I guess that is why I can hear them inside their eggs?" She asked. He nodded.
"Its time to take your place as Goddess and Dragon Keeper then." Eragon said. She looked up at him and smiled. She walked up to him, letting him bend down to her level.
"Thank you so much for everything, Eragon." She said quietly, her eyes shining. She hugged him and he closed his eyes. He let go of her and looked at her. It seemed that maybe good things can happen to the most unexpecting people. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. She hugged him again and turned to Drake. She looked up at him. "I would have never thought that my dad would be a God." She said before running into Drake's arms. He picked her up and held her close.
"Its been too long." He whispered, kissing her. Tears ran down his cheeks and he patted her back. Ziarre bursted in to tears and she ran to them, hugging them both. Shoney, Nox, and Horus made a 'aww' sound and watched them.
"Lets go home." Drake said. The group of Gods gathered together and Kaelin circled around them.
"Okay," Horus said, pushing his sleeves up.
"Wait. Why do we have to go home your way. We should go home my way, since I am here." Nox cut in, crossing his arms.
"But it looks better with the Gods leaving in a heavenly light then darkness. And what do you have against mortals?" Horus said.
"They're stupid. And ignorant. And don't forget disgusting." Nox said. Ziarre, Shoney, and Drake rolled their eyes.
Suddenly, there was faint screaming heard. Eragon, Ayra, and Liadain turned to the door, where a loud roaring sound was coming louder and louder. Suddenly, the doors swung open and a large wave crashed into the room. "NO SHONEY!" All the gods shouted except for Shoney, as the large wave crashed into the group of Gods and Ayra, Eragon, and Liadain. The wave began to twist into a spiral then disappeared. Eragon blinked and looked around. Nothing was wet nor destroyed. Actually everything was bright, shiny, and clean. Eragon smiled at it. It was like a symbol of Cassara's new life. He stared up at the ceiling.
"Goodbye, Cassara." He whispered before looking over at Liadain, who was petting his dragon. It seemed that Cassara was special from the very beginning.
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