A Rider in Azeroth

Chapter Three: Rider, meet Paladin

Crystalsong Forest

It had been two days since they had arrived in Dalaran and Azeroth. Two days of constant revelations and questions. Eragon had read through most of the material provided by Khadgar and was itching to explore the city by the second day. Before he had a chance to Saphira, no Saphiragosa, quite forcibly forbid him to before they had a chance to go riding. Without even a slight hesitation he agreed. Which led to them sailing over the crystalline trees. But it was not this that Eragon was shocked about. It was the fact that he finally realized that the city they had been staying in was actually flying. In the middle of the sky. He could feel Saphiragosa's amusement at her rider's shocked and befuddled state.

"Surprised little one?"

Eragon took a moment to realize that he was being addressed. After shaking his head he addressed his Dragon. "Do you need to even ask?"

"Not really. But it does bring me some amusement."

"Of course it does. But to actually answer your question yes I am surprised. To think of the magical power that went into that feat."

"Kalecgos said it was because the city itself is a focus for the leylines of Azeroth. He also pointed out how talented the individuals of the Kirin Tor are in maintaining its flight."

"No doubt" muttered Eragon over their link. The last two days had also been filled with rudimentary lessons on the arcane that Khadgar had the time to give, though he stated that Eragon had grasp of a different kind of magic than the arch mage. Eragon thought back to the tendril of magic that had appeared in the first book he had read since coming to Azeroth. Light, he later learned, was as much a form of magic as the arcane or nature. The fact that religion contributed to its influence had caused some tension between the azerothians and Arya. Even Kalecgos supported the notion that Light was a holy magic and not just another form of magic that could be found in the ancient language. Arya had a hard time debating the religious sides after Kalec had intervened, and had spent the next day reading up on the other elven races, though her grim expression never seemed to leave her face while researching them.

Orik was the exact opposite of Arya when it came to his own people. After he had learned there was an ample amount of dwarven archeologists and historians in Dalaran Eragon had hardly seen his friend after their first day within the flying city. What he did see was Orik happier than Eragon had ever seen him. When he asked Orik about it he replied that to see his people thriving in another part of the world, despite their own troubles, was more than worth the trip to Ellesmera. Orik also told Eragon that if you had told him the events that led up to finding his people on another side of the world he would have called you insane to put it lightly. Eragon had no doubt that Orik was thoroughly enjoying being out of the stifling forest. For that was all Eragon could call Du Weldarven after seeing the forests below him.

"It feels like something out of a fairytale doesn't it?" He commented though their link.

"Maybe for you." Huffed Saphiragosa "For me it feels natural, as if I came home after a long time of being away."

"Not even a little?" teased Eragon

"Call it a dragon tale then I will consider it."

Eragon laughed at her response. The short time they had been on Azeroth he found that he had relaxed more than the last year combined. It helped that he was so far from Alagaesia and more so Galbatorix. Though they were still on his mind he reveled in the chance to take a break. Khadgar was a lot like Brom, yet vastly different. The older Arch mage had the patience of a Dragon when it came to the constant questions and answers. But what really caused Eragon to like the man was the fact that he cared not for the shortcoming or differences of the races of Azeroth. Eragon remembers an avid discussion between Arya and the Archmage the day before, and smiled at the memory.

Dalaran – the Day Before

Eragon had no idea how Khadgar was beating Arya at her own game. For each time Arya used her elfish way of skirting the truth the arch mage would shatter any arguments and force her to get straight to the point. At this point Arya was just straight out asking him, though with a little more venom that Eragon could hear at least.

"In what way do you believe the Order of Riders was flawed?" Arya ground out through clenched teeth.

Khadgar relaxed back into his seat taking a moment before answering. "There are several reasons" he started "The Riders were depended upon for the protection of most of Alagaesia were they not?"

"Yes but I don't see-"

"And therein lies the problem. One singular order cannot hope to fulfil the duties of protectors of an entire land. They will be stretched thin, become complacent, and will suffer greatly from any inside betrayal."

Arya became quiet after that. Khadgar had just listed the exact circumstances that led to the fall of the riders. Khadgar continued unabated however "Secondly you cannot expect an order that limits itself in who can and cannot be in the order itself. This creates stagnation and leads to animosity from those outside the order. From what I understand the dwarves have a less than favorable opinion of the Riders and Dragons in general master Orik?"

"Aye that they do" replied Orik who was watching the exchange with amusement and understanding. Khadgar nodded then resumed. "While it would not have led to completely clearing the animosity between the Dwarves including them in the order to some extent would have been the first step in mending the differences between them."

Taking a breath Khadgar continued "Third and lastly there were no opposing orders or groups that could effectively combat the riders should they become compromised. A system of checks and balances if you will."

"What do you mean?" Asked Eragon in confusion.

"On Azeroth there are many orders that work to maintain the balance of the world. You have the druids that work to ensure nature is not corrupted yet continues to grow. In retrospect their promotion of growth may cause the local population of animals to bloom, overwhelming the local plant life in an effort to feed the growing populace. Whatever nature itself cannot deal with the local hunters are called upon to ensure that the population remains stable. The different orders work to ensure that there is a balance, yet can check the other if something bad were to occur."

"I see" muttered Eragon who was leaning back thinking about it. Arya herself was in a dazed state as the room grew silent. It was the thudding of the two dragons that finally brought everyone back to reality. They had spent more time at Dragonrest Temple, if Saphiragosa's joy was to be explained. Noticing how late in the day it was Khadgar bid them all a good night. Arya and Orik retired to their respective rooms while Eragon got comfortable while Saphiragosa regaled him of what had happened with the other dragons today.

Present Time

Both Rider and Dragon let the pleasant if somewhat cool air wash over them as they made their way back to the flying city. Eragon was excited at the prospect of looking around the city. Almost as excited as she was at the prospect of another day spent at Dragonrest temple. Khadgar had mentioned that the people sent to help Eragon had been contacted and that all that remained was to wait for their confirmation before they made their way to them. With any luck they would be leaving within the next couple of days and the prospect of a healed back made Eragon whoop with joy in his mind.

Dismounting from Saphiragosa Eragon noticed that she had grown more in the few days they had been on Azeroth. He figured that the close proximity to other dragons was the cause, but shrugged to himself as she made her way south after wishing him farewell for the day. Turning from the balcony Eragon chuckled at the pile of books that had accumulated in the few days they had been here. Moving to exit he was caught off guard when Orik almost ran into him.

"Ah Eragon I was hoping to run into you."

"Hello Orik. I was just getting ready to explore the city. Care to join me?"

Orik laughed warmly "That was just what I was about to drag you out of here for! Come and let us see this wondrous city!"

Both of them made for the entrance of the keep only to notice Arya standing there with a non-pleasant look on her face. Eragon had an inkling of what troubled her, but dare not act on his assumption. As they made their way to her Arya contacted Eragon thorough their minds. Opening up to the link he was asked what exactly he was going to do in the city.

"Exploring for the most part. Orik is showing me the sights. Well, as much as he has seen I gather."

"I See." At this she broke off the connection. "Then let us be on our way then." Though Eragon could feel the tension in the air he set out to fully explore the city. It was not every day you came to a place like Dalaran.

"Just another day in Dalaran." Mused Sandewor. All three of them had agreed that the discreet approach would be best in coming to the city. Fordring was instantly recognizable while he and Falraan were noticeable to those that knew them. The tabard of the Twilight Raiders also drew some attention but were quickly dismissed. 'Pays to be in one of the most notable guilds on Azeroth' he thought. They moved through the crowds of people at a snail's pace, as Fordring commented that they were here to assess the damage done. So far they had come upon nothing yet.

He noticed that Falraan was tense, and had been that way ever since the start of their trip. Taking her hand he gripped it strongly as she visibly relaxed. She turned to look at him with a loving smile, though some worry still crept into it. He could relate. The last time they had thought about the end of the previous Lich King had been a dark time for everyone that knew the truth. Even Blackhoof had cried, as he had respected Bolvar more than most Alliance warriors. He noticed Tirion was leaning against the entrance to the blacksmith shop, waiting for him and Falraan. He was glad to have a friend and fellow secret keeper in Tirion.

As they reached the blacksmith a familiar voice reached their ears.

"Hey! I knew I would find you here!"

The three of them turned to see Blackhoof exit the bank next to the blacksmith. He was ordained in his gladiator set from the Lich King campaign. It made the already intimidating tauren….more intimidating if that was possible. While they saw him cheerful both Sandewor and Falraan could tell it was a fake smile. So he had seen the memory too. He was relieved to have the tauren by his side once again. Things had been tense ever since Garrosh had become the new Warchief, to the displeasure to all but some of the orcs. Twilight Raiders were one of the hardest hit by the new Warchief's rule. Most of their holdings in horde territory had been seized until they either respected the new order or disbanded. Vol'jin had granted everything back, but many of the horde guild mates stuck with the guild, often at odds with their die-hard horde allies. While not at the same level of distinction as organizations such as the Argent Crusade or the Cenarion circle Twilight Raiders were seen as one of the few dependable and non-biased allies that one could ask for.

As Blackhoof finally caught up to them they could see he was uneasy over something. Whether that was the memory or something else they did not know. Preferring the straight, if somewhat blunt approach Sandewor decided to ask his friend.

"What is wrong Blackhoof?"

"So the seal had been broken then? I can hardly imagine another reason for traveling with the Highlord to Dalaran."

Looking back at the cloaked man in question Sandewor noticed he was looking off at the Violet Citadel. Turning back to Blackhoof he addressed him after a moment.

"Unfortunately yes. But what are you doing here? Last I heard the guild master was having you train a lot of the newer warrior recruits."

"Aye he was" replied the tauren while he leaned in to whisper to Sandewor and Falraan "But after I saw the memory he decided to make the trip here."

Sandewor and Falraan nodded in reply. The guild master was one of the few people outside of those from that day that actually knew what happened at the end of the Lich King campaign. Tirion himself had debriefed the man. To say nothing of the aftermath of that meeting would do the world better for everyone. Bolvar was one of the oldest and dearest friends of the guild master. While they may have known and mourned his passing, the leader of Twilight Raiders was devastated. He had thrown himself into the guild work, to the worry of his closest friends and officers. It was not until the campaign in Pandaria that he had finally broke and came out a better man than before. The hardness of character was still there, but had become smoother towards those that had earned his trust. Sandewor, Falraan and Blackhoof were among the few that had retained his respect throughout the years.

"I take it he isn't here just because of guild business." Falraan continued after a moment of awkward silence. Blackhoof let out a large sigh before continuing.

"Yes. He wants to see who broke the seal. And possible throttle them. But that isn't all."

At the questioning looks given be the two Blackhoof continued. "I take it you haven't spoken to Khadgar recently? There was a new land discovered by the dragon flights. They have been calling in their champions. The guild just happens to be one of those entities."

"This can't be just a coincidence. A new land discovered, the seal broken and now the dragon flights calling in their allies?" spoke Falraan in barely a whisper.

"Aye it does seem to bode ill. The guild master has called a meeting to be held in the next week or so. The usual place."

Before they could comment anymore Tirion shot up from his leaning position on the wall. As they turned their gaze to the paladin they followed his gaze and saw three people come out form the Violet Citadel. One was an elf, though unlike any elf they had seen before. She had the look of a high elf but the ears and some features were wrong. Falraan especially noticed that she seemed to use nature magic, but was not as connected as she could be. The next one they saw was a dwarf, but he seemed to be just like any of the other dwarves that they had seen. Finally their eyes landed on the young man in between them.

He had the features of a recently turned fighter, some softness yet muscle underneath it. He was groomed decently, yet his demeanor spoke of a burden that weighed on his shoulders. They had seen it before. Many of the newer recruits, even some veterans had that air about them some time or another. When the three magic users peered closer they recoiled in shock at the shadows that were constantly pulling at the boy's soul. Even Falraan, who did not register shadow magic as much as the paladins, could feel the malevolent intent of the curse on the young man. As she continued to follow them both of the Paladins could feel the intense hate and power that flowed out the young man like a festering wound. IN all that darkness, however, they saw hints of light just beginning to blossom.

Both Tirion and Sandewor looked away from the group and nodded to each other. They were certain they had something to do with the broken seal. What they were not sure of was if the boy was an agent of possibly the remnants of the lich King's cults or just a bystander that somehow unlocked the secret. Motioning for Blackhoof Sandewor whispered his instructions to the guild mate.

"You might want to go grab the guild master and meet us in the violet citadel. I don't know what will happen but let's assume possibly hostile."

The tauren nodded and made his way towards the market, presumably where the man he needed to find would be. After making sure the tauren was away he turned back to Tirion, who was still staring at the trio as they made their way into the city. It took a few times of saying his name to bring him back to Sandewor and Falraan. As the Highlord shook his head he turned and addressed the two beside him.

"There is something peculiar about that boy. Almost as if he is an amalgamation of different energies."

"How so?" questioned Falraan, who had noticed the same thing.

"The boy's power is a combination of two different energies at the moment. There is himself, which is beginning to sprout, and a more…..more…"

"Draconic" answered Falraan after the Highlord fell silent. After a quick discussion the three of them agreed to a plan of action. Tirion would make his way to the Citadel to await the group that had exited it. He and Falraan would trail the group, as it was obvious they were new arrivals. After waving the Highlord off Sandewor took Falraan's hand and led them towards the group that had stopped in front of the Alliance's side of the city.

Dalaran – Eragon

Eragon was in awe of the grandeur of the city within the first few steps outside of the Citadel. Numerous building, most of them shops, lined the streets. While he could recognize some of the symbols used by the shops some were honestly confusing. What he thought would be bookshop turned out to have latent magic flowing all within it. When he asked what the shop was for the woman at the counter told him it was the enchanting shop and training facility. From the short discussion he had it turned out that all the major shops doubled as training facilities, something which Orik and Eragon took great joy in tinkering with the various shops.

After a more memorable moment in the engineering shop Eragon noticed that Arya was looking off into the crowd as if she was looking for someone. Giving Orik the rag to clean the soot off himself Eragon approached and motioned to get Arya's attention. Arya took a moment to respond, though it worried Eragon none the less.

"We are being followed."

Eragon had to restrain himself from looking around at the mention of being followed. As they stood there Eragon once again felt the mental link Arya wanted to speak through.

"Can you tell who it is?" Asked Eragon after the link had been established.

"A human and a Kaldorei. They have been following us since we exited the Citadel."

"Can you tell if they have ill intents?"

"No. whoever it is has their mind extremely guarded. But the fact that they have been following us is what troubles me."

"Think we can lose them?"

"No. We are newcomers to this city. I suggest we continue on and return to the Citadel as quickly as we can."

"Agreed."

Breaking off the mental connection Eragon returned to Orik who was in an adamant conversation with the gnome and dwarf shopkeepers. After some debate the two gave Orik some supplies and plans to get him started on his own engineering. Giving Orik the information that he had learned from Arya he nodded in agreement to proceed back to the Citadel. Taking the bag of supplies that the shopkeepers had given him Orik proceeded out of the shop only to stop in front of the shop. Eragon and Arya almost tripped over the dwarf as they looked up to see why he had stopped.

Standing in front of them were the two he suspected Arya had been talking about. The Human looked a few years older than Roran. He had loose blonde hair that framed a rather handsome face. His armor was seemingly glowing with the same power that Eragon had felt the first day he had been here. Orange and red contrasted in the robe like style of armor that he had on. What looked like books formed the pauldrons as the armor flowed with the continuous theme of color and plate. Eragon could see the hilt of an ornate, and if Eragon was not mistaken, malevolent looking blade. The shield also radiated this power, though to a lesser extent. If Eragon had to guess he was what was called a Paladin, one of Azeroth's better magic and martial warriors.

The Night elf beside him was draped in Leather armor that radiated nature. It was if the armor was crafted from the forests themselves. Leaves and various other bits of foliage were strewn throughout the armor, giving more credence that this woman wielded nature as her primary form of combat. The Staff that was strapped to her back formed a spiral of roots that surrounded a floating green crystal. Eragon could feel the immense latent power that was contained within it, and was curious about it. It was then he saw how they both were standing.

They were angry. No that didn't begin to describe what they looked like. Fury incarnate, like he was looking at two dragons about to tear them apart. All three of them stepped back as they took the two strangers in all their anger. Eragon's eyes widened when he heard them speak.

"Which one of you tried to invade my mind?" The night elf hissed out. Eragon looked over to Arya, who had grown still as stone. The woman that had asked the question took a step towards Arya, while the man stepped to separate Eragon and Orik form Arya. Arya took a step back as the Night elf woman stepped towards her.

"You dare try to invade my mind? The place where I am safest? What were you thinking?!" Screeched the woman. Arya had a look of true fear in her eyes as the woman advanced on her. Eragon was about to intervene when a hand landed on his shoulder. The man had stopped him and gave the young Rider a look of complete command. His demeanor screamed 'Intervene and you will come to harm.' Eragon continued watching, fearful for Arya for the first time since he had found her.

"If you are half as smart as I think you are you should know the implications of trying to delve into the mind of another. I will forgive you this once. But if I ever catch you doing it again I will send you hurtling off this city." The woman warned. Arya had turned paler than Eragon though she could be, though he was sure his own face was the same. Turning back to the human Eragon felt a small amount of recognition once he looked at the man's face in closer detail. Before he could think on it more he spoke up, catching them all by surprise.

"Enough dear. I think your point has been taken. Now" he stepped beside the night elf woman as Arya rejoined Eragon and Orik "I believe proper introductions are in order. I am Sandewor Dhoring, Commander of the Argent Crusade and Officer in the guild Twilight Raiders. This is my wife Falraan Greenwhisper, High Druid of the Cenarion Circle and another officer of the Twilight Raiders."

Things clicked into place once they introduced themselves. Not only did he recognize their names, but he remembered hem from the memory that he had seen at the end of the book. Though Sandewor looked more weathered he could clearly remember the young man atop the plane of ice. Before he could ask the paladin let out a loud sigh as he spoke.

"So it is true then. I can tell you recognize me even though we have never met." He looked at Eragon with a soul piercing glare "We need to talk. Let us proceed to the Citadel. No doubt the Highlord has already seen who broke the seal himself."

With that Sandewor proceeded to lead everyone back to the Citadel. Eragon felt as though he was in for a scolding like Uncle Garrow used to give him back when he was younger. As they made their way back Eragon noticed that Arya had stayed silent after the confrontation with Falraan. Reaching out to a mental link Arya accepted, though it was clear she was confused.

"Are you all right Arya?"

"N. No I'm not Eragon. I tried to invade the mind of a fellow elf without thinking about the consequences. But thank you for asking" She quickly broke off the connection as a tauren approached them. He was clad in some of the most fearsome armor Eragon had ever seen, which made the great tauren even more fearsome for a first impression.

"Sandewor, Falraan. I see you found our guests." The tauren said sheepishly, as if he wanted to be anywhere but here.

Sandewor put his hand in his face as he responded to the tauren. "I take it he knows we're here."

"Yes. He is currently with the Highlord and is waiting for your new acquaintances."

"Of course he is. Everyone this is Blackhoof, Warrior and another officer of Twilight Raiders."

"Greetings. I wish we could have met under more pleasant circumstances."

It was then that Arya approached the three Azerothians with a clear intent to know exactly what was going on. "Before we follow you can you please tell us what is going on?"

"Not here." The paladin curtly responded before turning and entering the Citadel. Blackhoof took up the rear of the group, which caused Eragon a little bit of fear as to what exactly was going on. No doubt Arya and Orik were in the same state of mind. As they went through the portal to the old arch mages quarters they could hear shouting, which caused the fear Eragon had to grow with every step. As they neared the door Eragon could make out exactly what the voice was saying, though it did nothing to alleviate his fear.

"I don't care if we know who the great great grandfather of this person is Fordring. He knows! Whoever he is better be either a paladin or a priest, because he is going to need healing after I am done with him!"

"You need to calm dow-"

"Don't you dare. This is not something we can just calmly sweep under the rug. If someone were to thoughtlessly spread that knowledge we would have another full scale panic on our hands. We are still recovering from the Pandaria Campaign and are in no position to reinitiate the fight with the scourge!"

It was then that Sandewor opened the door, to the apparent dismay of the three azerothians. Eragon looked around after they followed the paladin and came face to face with two new people. The first one Eragon noticed was the cloaked man sitting in the chair across form where Eragon usually sat. He was older than Sandewor, yet seemed to be filled with just as much power if not more than the younger paladin. There was something familiar about him, but before he could register it the other man grabbed his attention.

It was an elf, though unlike any elf Eragon had seen on Azeroth. He was neither Blood nor night Elf from a first glance. It was after a moment of looking that Eragon noticed he had some elven features similar to Arya, though they were subtle and would not be noticed if you had not spent so much time around them. His armor seemed to be a combination of plate and cloth, somewhat like Sandewor's but a different energy could be felt from the man. It was not only different, but immense as well. If Eragon did not know any better he would have pegged the man to be another arch mage like Khadgar, but put that thought aside when the man approached him. As he stood before him Eragon felt as if his soul was being stared into, before he finally huffed after noticing something.

"Well don't just stand there" he said while sitting in the chair next to the cloaked man "We have much to discuss." Eragon shivered after hearing the tone of the man's voice. It was the same tone that the leaders of the Varden, dwarves and elves took when speaking on matters of grave importance. Hesitantly taking his seat across from the cloaked man there were just enough seats for all of the gathered people, though Eragon was unsure how one of the seats supported the tauren Blackhoof.

"Now then" started the cloaked man "I believe introductions are in order. I believe you have already met our three companions over here" he motioned to where Sandewor, Falraan and Blackhoof were seated. "Would you indulge an old man with your names?"

Eragon looked warningly at the two sitting in front of him. After a moment he began "I am Eragon Shadeslayer, Rider of Saphiragosa." At the mention of the addition to Shaphira's new name both Orik and Arya gave him questioning looks which he countered by motioning for them to introduce themselves.

Orik took the reins "I am Orik of clan Durgrimst Ingeitum." Everyone looked to Arya, who had been looking like a startled deer since she saw the other elf. After a moment that involved shaking her head she introduced herself as well.

"I am Arya Drottning, ambassador of the Alagaesian elves."

"I knew it."

Eragon shivered again when the other elf spoke. All heads turned to the man who had spoken, though Arya was avoiding his gaze like the plague. He finally stood and removed his hood, making Eragon and Orik speechless. It was like looking at a male version of Arya, right down to the fierce gaze that Eragon had seen many times. Eragon finally spoke up, though his voice was cracked with shock at the situation.

"Who…Who are you?"

The elf gave a smirk at the young Rider's question. Looking back at Arya Eragon saw that shock and grief were etched onto her face, as if she was trying to dispel the man in front of them through sheer willpower. The elf in question resumed talking, much to the apparent horror of Arya.

"Let me tell you a story young Rider. Years before the fall of the Riders King Evandar had a son. A son that had an almost Rider like connection with Dragons, though he himself was never chosen for one. As the years went by this son proved to be an excellent observer of people, and more specifically the Riders. He saw the weakness that was slowly but surely encroaching on them. But being the young man that he was his warnings were put off to the side. 'Childs antics' they said. When they found that child making plans to have a countermeasure against the Riders the King was given a choice. Execute his beloved son, or banish him from Alagaesia, as the Riders would gladly help in making sure the son left."

After taking a breath the man continued "So he left. King Evendar gave him a boat and told him that one day he might return if he learned the errors of his ways. To this the son replied 'It is not the errors of change you should look at, but the errors of the unchanging.' Then he left. Drifting for months with only his magic to sustain him with fresh fish and water. The son had given up hope, for the first time he was alone, without anyone to call his own. He saw the wings of a dragon and though that death had finally come to take him form this plane of existence. He woke to find himself surrounded by dragons, as if they were waiting for him. The queen of dragons approached him then."

"Alexstaraza informed him that they had been waiting for the one from across the sea. In an instant it made sense. The dreams, the connections to the dragons even though he wasn't a rider. It was not the Dragons of Alagaesia that he was connected to but rather the dragons of Azeroth. They took him in, gave him a home and he flourished. Eventually it was discovered that he carried the dragon blood, a unique occurrence even to the dragons. After several decades he learned to harness it, though it only made him more dragon than elf. As he went back into the world from his training his mind would occasionally go back to Alagaesia and wonder how it was doing. So tell me sister did my predictions become truth? Are the Riders almost gone, hanging by a thread?"

Arya's face had paled to the point where she looked more like a ghost than an extremely pale elf. She could not take her eyes off the elf who was her brother. Eragon himself had heard nothing about her having a brother, though if the short story he had shared there were reasons for that. Orik had an expression akin to disbelief, though Eragon was sure his face held the same expression. After another tense moment Arya began to speak, though it came out as a rasp, as if she was containing bursting into tears.

"You were right. Everything you had predicted came true. The Riders fell from the inside. No one was prepared for the massacre that Galbatorix orchestrated to Alagaesia. You were right. You were right." She finished with a whisper. The man across from her sighed loudly before me motioned for her to take his hand. Arya looked at it before looking up into the eyes of her brother. Taking his hand he led her towards the door while looking back at the assembled group.

"Before I leave I would introduce myself as well. I am Arron Drottning, exiled prince of Ellesmera. Guild master of the Twilight Raiders."

With his introduction both Arron and Arya left eh assembled group, with the Azerothians letting out a sigh of relief. It was then that Blackhoof started to chuckle loudly while giving the other Twilight Raiders a mischeveous look. Before Eragon could wonder what he was doing Sandewor spoke up, causing the assembled people to burst out laughing.

"Yes Blackhoof you win. All hail the great tauren who guessed that our Guild master was in fact a prince. Don't know why I put money in that pot." Sandewor grumbled.

Before anymore could be said a cough caught everyone's attention. The cloaked man was sitting back, though he still carried a wary stance. "Before anymore distractions show up I should introduce myself as well."

As he said this he released the cloak that was pinned to his pauldrons. An elderly man greeted the two, though Eragon already knew who it was. There were very few people that could exude the level of power and wisdom form the vision he had received from the seal. Eragon sat ramrod in his seat as Tirion continued.

"I am Tirion Fordring, Ashbringer and Highlord of the Argent Crusade. We have much to talk about Eragon."

Arya

Arya's mind was running a league a minute. In all her years she knew that she was not the first child of her mother and father. But whenever she had brought up the question her parents would immediately freeze up and misdirect her from the question. When she had become an ambassador and accepted the Yawe she hoped to actually find the answers that had eluded her from her childhood. She quickly put that childish notion to the side when the responsibilities she had taken were taking all of her time. Now though she felt as if her childish questions were taunting her. Arron seemed to notice this as he was leading her through the streets of Dalaran.

"It's not your fault sister."

It was such a weird concept to be called that. Some of the child she had buried within her came roaring to fill her with family warmth. It had been too long since she had felt this way, as mother was cold towards her still for the decision to accept the Yawe. Arron had stopped in front of a house in the residential district and led them inside. The house was homely, as she had noticed most of Dalaran seemed to be. Sure the citadel was basically a castle, but it still felt more home than with her mother. Taking her seat that Arron offered he himself took the seat form across her. After a moment He spoke up with a bit of hesitance.

"You have questions." He stated more as a fact than a question.

"Yes"

"Then ask away."

Arya thought about what she wanted to ask. There was so much that had happened in her hundred plus years. Arron was easily a couple of decades older than her. From the short time she had seen him he was a leader, much like father was. From what she had read the last couple of decades on Azeroth were tumultuous at best, downright atrocious at the worst. Finally she decided to go into getting to know her brother before his outside face.

"What do you remember about Ellesmera?"

Arron raised an eyebrow before giving a cocky smirk. To see the expressions that Arron gave off was unnatural, at least to her conceptions of how Alagaesian elves acted. "I remember the singing that grew our forests. Our homes. I also remember how a few of the younger females tried to receive my attention. Needless to say they were disappointed."

Arya gave a soft laugh at that. As she looked at her brother another question popped into her head, though it was more personal than the last one.

"Do you have someone you…"

"Care for? I do. I met her some five years ago. Though she apparently knew of me before we had ever met. You'll meet her later. Next question."

"Who knows your true identity?"

"The Dragons, my inner circle, and my wife. Though I suspect that pool will grow larger after saying that in front of my senior officers."

At the raise of her eyebrow he elaborated. "The Dragons knew before I had even met them. Those that have earned my complete and utter trust and my wife figured it out before I even considered telling her. You'll know what I mean when you meet her."

Her curiosity was now peaked when it came to the mate of her brother. Setting that off to the side she considered what to ask next. The people that had accompanied her Eragon and Orik to the Citadel seemed to be under his command, though they were not part of any order she recognized. "What exactly is Twilight Raiders?"

The smile that Arron gave her lit his face up. "Twilight Raiders is a guild known for its support to the stabilization of Azeroth. Officially we are similar to the Argent Crusade and other orders that remain neutral to the Alliance and Horde conflict. Unofficially we are the go between for both sides. Diplomacy, trading, and other things that are difficult for the two sides. Twilight Raiders doesn't care if you're an orc or human, we just expect you to get the job done."

"And your role in it?"

"Founder and current leader. Been going on nine years. But I suspect you have a question that is nagging you."

Of course her brother would have an almost unnatural perception of people. That was the one thing that all the information she had gathered had described the exiled prince. Though never directly stated she came to the conclusion after several mentions of the same uniqueness came from different sources.

"Would you come home and help us end Galbatorix?"

The joyful expression that had been on his face changed to a pensive look. He turned to the window leading to the city as he started to respond "Home. Funny I have not thought of Alagaesia as home for so long. Despite the obvious danger that Azeroth faces I found myself calling it home."

He then turned back to look at her with a fire in his eyes, no doubt the 'Dragon blood' he had mentioned in his short story. "But I owe the Dragons, Alagaesian or Azerothian, more than I can ever return. I can't speak for the entire Guild, but it seems I'll be heading back to Ellesmera sooner than I thought. On another note…"His expression turned grim "Father is dead isn't he?"

Arya looked at the floor before responding. "The last year of the fall. Mother took over after that."

"What?!"

Arya quickly looked up at her brother, who had a shocked and worried expression on his face. "You…You're serious?" at her confused nod his eyes widened more as he leaned back with what looked to be exhaustion on his shoulders. "That is not good sister. Mother was a good leader in peace. But this is war. It takes a distinctly different leader for war and peace. Just look at Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind and Grand Leader of the Alliance. From the time he returned to his throne he has had to juggle peace and war nonstop. And that is only a few years. Now take our long lives and the effects are multiplied by several times."

Arya continued to look at her brother in barely disguised confusion. Noticing this he continued "From what I remember of our mother she would overreact over things that could be easily rectified if she looked into it. On more than one occasion her emotions dictated her actions, though the consequences were not as severe since father was the King." As he was about to continue he noticed the way Arya had suddenly sat still, her expression as stiff as stone. He quickly deduced that something had happened, and rather recently. "By the Light. Tell me what she did Arya. Everything."

She looked back at her brothers eyes and noticed that they had changed from the soft blue that her father had. They had become red and draconic, and were ready to pounce on her soul any moment. She started slowly, detailing what had occurred after their father's death. She continued with how withdrawn the elves became after the death of their king, though Arya saw something akin to realization come into Arron's eyes. Once she had come to the point of her acceptance of the Yawe and guardian to Saphira's egg he raised a hand to stop her.

"Enough, enough. I always suspected something like this might happen but… I was hoping my suspicions were unfounded." He took a moment to pause, though Arya was sure he was just gathering his thoughts. Letting out a sigh he continued, though it made Arya hurt more than when she had found out she had a brother that was exiled for rightful suspicions.

"A few years before my exile father was contemplating the current state of the Riders. He had called upon me to share what I though, as was his purpose in grooming me as his successor. As I had already drawn the ire of the leaders of the Riders it was unexpected for him to want my opinion on them. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that the Riders and elves needed to change. We were becoming complacent, unguarded, and overall weaker as a country. It was while I was detailing how exactly the elves needed to change that mother….came into the conversation."

He looked away as he continued "By the time she calmed down half of Ellesmera had heard what I had spoken of. The glares that day could cow dragons. Alagaesian elves are not creatures of change. And I was the change they hated personified. It didn't help that I was next in line if the power continued within our family. By the time of my exile only father and a few Riders who agreed with me saw me off. I suspect they are all dead or in hiding. My return will not be met with reconciliation, nor would I suspect happiness."

Arya was going to say the opposite but stopped as she considered the actual reaction from her people. It was true that they viewed change as an enemy. The fact that it had taken this long to get them ready to support the Varden in open conflict was evidence enough. As she further contemplated a sudden realization struck her. Arron seemed to notice, as his brow furrowed with worry at her expression. "What is it sister?"

"In my haste to escort Eragon here it seems I forgot something important." She turned to look at him with worry and guilt clearly in her eyes. "The Agaeti Blodhren is in two weeks' time."

Instead of worry that she thought would grace his features he gave another cocky smirk, which she was finding she loved to see on her newly discovered brother. "Now that gives me some ideas."

Sandewor

The expression on the young man's face was, for the most part, comical to the Twilight Raider veterans. When Tirion had made him swear to not speak of this to anyone expect his dragon he had spoken in a language that all three of them knew because of their guild master. When Tirion had asked him to recite it a gain he had quickly demolished the oath with a wave of his hands, completely confusing the young man. The quick explanation further confounded that Eragon knew nothing of Azerothian magic.

"But how?" muttered Eragon as he looked at where the flair of magic had appeared in Tirions hand.

"The words of the Ancient Language, while powerful, do not hold against pure magic. We discovered this through experimentation of seals formed by ancient language and holy magic of the Light. Which is why we are here."

At this Tirion's expression became one of grave seriousness, which caused Eragon to squirm in his seat. No doubt the same expression was schooled on his and Falraan's face. Blackhoof had taken the dwarf away, stating that they had no business in the following affairs. The promise of the best dwarven ale he had might have also helped in that regard. Tirion reached to where the book, Fall of the Lich King, sat beside himself and turned to the seal resting in the back. After grazing it with his fingers he looked up at Eragon, a warm smile across his features.

"It seems our fears were unfounded Sandewor." He then looked up from the seal to a squirming Eragon. "Tell me Eragon when you touched the seal what did you see. Not the memory but the before and after."

"I-" he started hesitantly "I saw a tendril of golden light arc from my hands. After the memory it spoke to me, as if was a caring mother that had found its wayward son."

"Anything else?"

"It…it told me that the Light was untapped and that you two would be able to help me."

Tirion rose an eyebrow at this, but his expression spoke of experience in the prophecies of the light. Even Sandewor had experienced these from time to time, though not as much as the current Highlord. Even as he was thinking a warm blanket washed over him, as light poured from the Ashbringer that Tirion had sitting next to him. It took a moment for Sandewor to recognize the implications of the sword reverberating with energy. Tirion had told him that the Ashbringer only resonated with Paladins that were true servants of the Light. The previous Ashbringers had stated that while they wielded the famous blade, it would occasionally resonate with possible successors. To see an untrained warrior that the Ashbringer chose Tirion and Sandewor instantly knew that what he said was true. Which also brought a point that he remembered after first seeing them.

"Eragon when we first saw you there was a type of shadow magic that is clinging to you even now. Can you tell us what it is?" questioned Sandewor. The young Rider flicked his eyes to his back, which did not go unnoticed by the three before him.

"Show me." Commanded Tirion. Eragon proceeded to disrobe his shirt and turn around. The three Azerothians gasped in horror over the large scar that was engraved on his back. After what seemed like an hour Tirion got up from his chair and moved to the back of Eragon.

"Yes I see it. Whatever placed this curse on you did so with the last of its power. It is meant to wear you down from your soul outwards. Sandewor!"

"Sir!"

"I want our best healers recalled from the tournament grounds. We'll need the best for how ingrained this curse is."

"I'll have the meassages out within the hour."

"For now" Tirion continued while Eragon redressed "We will need to unlock and start training you in the Light. You will accompany me to the local Shrine to begin."

Sandewor could tell that the young man was instantly at attention, as the Highlord had been whipping men into shape since before either he or Eragon were born. As the Highlord was going over the Chant of Light and other things Eragon would need to know he and Falraan took went the opposite way towards the Alliance portals. After quickly getting the messages to the right messenger he and Falraan took a moment to settle in on the revelations that today had brought. They had always had a suspicion about Arron. He was too well versed in politics and leadership to not be noble. But that was not what set him as a great leader that the guild had been founded by. His compassion to see peace between all races, and to work together had made him both greatly respected and hated. Jaina Proudmoore, Garrosh Hellscream and a few others came to mind when Sandewor thought about the conflicts that Arron and a few others had tried to settle peacefully with no progress.

The now named prince was one of the few that got along with all the leaders of both the Alliance and Horde. Though Sylvanus had tested his patience when she had both allowed the plague to be created and assaulted Gilneas. Since then the forsaken had not joined up, though the members that had been there at the beginning swore their allegiance in blood when Arron gave them an ultimatum. Though there were contempt throughout the guild for a while the Officers and inner circle had stamped out most of it, though they still heard things from time to time.

As they made their way back out to find Blackhoof and the dwarf that had accompanied him Falraan grabbed his attention when she pointed at Arron and his now sister. They recognized the look in Arron's eyes. It was one that had got them in more trouble than either cared for.

"By the Light what is he getting us into now?"

Ellesmera

Oromis was writing when the forests seemed to glow with energy. Placing his writing utensils he strode out of the small hut to find that Glaedr was sitting ramrod straight. Before he could question this the wind whispered a name, both shocking and comforting at the same time.

Arron.

The exiled Prince was perhaps one of the only people, man or elf, to have recognized what was happening to the Riders before their deaths. His father had not wanted to exile him, but because of the Riders and queen he was given no choice. Having been one of the few that saw him off the Elven rider could clearly remember that day.

The young Prince scowled when his father had asked him to change. The scathing remark from the prince had further cemented, at least in Oromis's opinion, that exiling the prince was stupidity at its finest. Vrael, in no uncertain terms, was calling for the prince's head. It was in that moment that Oromis realized that Arron was right, about the need to change, countermeasures and the like. As King Evendar rode off the only remaining people were Brom, Saphira, Glaedr and him. Brom was almost in tears while Saphira just stared at the prince with sadness radiating off her. Both man and dragon had bonded with the elven prince in a manner Oromis was not expecting. In the short term that Brom had known Arron he saw the potential in the young Rider that was dismissed by many. Even Oromis himself was surprised that with the progress the human had made in the last year.

The Rider's friendship with the prince had not garnered him any favor in the rest of the order. Indeed Brom had mentioned some of the acts that had been taken against him when it was found out his relationship with the prince was friendly. IT also did not help that dragons seemed to be drawn to the elven prince. It was a though he were a Rider, but not at the same time. Oromis and several of the order had tried to discern the phenomenon, but to no avail. Oromis was brought out of his musing when Arron approached him.

"Orormis"

"Prince Arron,"

"Heh. I don't think I'm allowed to be called that anymore. 'Exiled Prince' Arron Drottning has a certain ring to it no?"

Oromis could tell that the prince was bluffing. In the word games of the elves Arron had a distinct lack of subtlety that the rest of his people practiced. It was a welcome change of pace.

"You should not have been exiled Prince Arron."

"It was inevitable."

At the raise of eyebrow he elaborated "How was I supposed to fight the decision of my father. Backed by the Riders who, I have no doubt, would rather see my head on a spike for what I suggested. Not to mention my own mother pushed for the exile. Maybe in the future I can come back. But now…" Arron turned towards the sea where a small boat lay to depart. "I have to do this. If nothing else than to get away from Alagaesia."

"Know that we will miss you." Oromis said. Before the prince could respond Glaedr lowered his eye and began to speak, though it was unlike anything he had spoken before.

"Find those that you dream of Prince Arron. They will guide you to who you need. In time you will return. After all it will be pretty dull without our occasional battles of wit."

At the words of the elder dragon tears began to fall from the prince's eyes. Oromis knew, despite outward appearances, that the exile had hurt him in ways the elder Rider could not imagine. After a few moments he had managed to suppress his emotions again. Waving one last goodbye Oromis felt as if he should of done more, a sentitment shared by the two dragons and other rider that had come to see the prince Arron off.

A century later and Oromis still felt guilt at what had become of Arron. While he would never say it outright Arron would make a far better leader than the current queen. The mistakes she had made were not what was needed. Eragon had fine points, which Oromis had to disagree with because he needed to help Eragon focus. Taking another faryth from his collection to was two riders and dragon whishing the sailor a safe voyage. A bittersweet memory from an age past.

mmmm so that's a thing. On a side note i love my character Arron. he is like the other side of the coin to Arya. And i am going to have so much fun with his wife.

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