Dysari: Chapter 7
May the stars watch over thee, Oromis
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Eragon knelt inside of his tent and stared at Oromis's golden sword. Tears streamed down his face as he replayed again what he saw through Glaedr's eyes. Murtaugh striking him down while he was having a seizure, feeling the rage and grief that Glaedr felt, as Oromis whispered his last words. "Do not mourn me".
We should do as he said, Little one. He died a noble death with no regrets. Saphira said. Arya opened up his tent flap catching Eragon off guard. He turned around quickly, but not quick enough.
"Are you ok, Eragon?" Arya asked. "What are you doing here, Arya svit-kona?" Eragon said in a detached voice. "Oromis's funeral is in an hour, the elves waited for you and Saphira to come, also because of Galbatorix's army."
Eragon looked up at this, and Arya set down a pair of dark elf robes. "Thank you, Arya svit-kona." Arya looked like she wanted to say something, but thought better of it and left. She still refuses to talk to me as a friend.
Eragon dressed in the dark robes and shaved his face. He walked out with Oromis's sword in hand. He went to Saphira and took out Glaedr's Eldunarí. The gem was glowing with a golden radiance.
On the west side of the encampment a massive assemble of Elves sung in unision. The site of all the elves singing around Oromis and Glaedr's bodies brought another tear to his eye.The unearthly glow of the Eldunarí began to pulsate as we approached Oromis and Glaedr's body. The dragon was curled around Oromis. Eragon saw the elves cry freely as the elves began to sing.
Giant tears formed in Saphira's eyes as the songs ended and elves went up to pay their respects. After Queen Islandzadi went, Eragon and Saphira were the last to go.
Eragon, reach into my saddle bag, one night while Jeod and I were waiting for you and Arya to catch up, I returned to the spot where you and the spirits made the flower of diamonds and rubies. There is now a small field of the flowers, oh how I wish you were there little one, but I took a seed and brought it with me.
Unsure of what Saphira planned to do with the seed, he took it out of her saddle bag. They walked together and Glaedr's Eldunarí began to thrum with power, he let go of the giant gem and instead of falling it glided over to Oromis.
Eragon walked over to the man, "You were my teacher, my mentor, I will remember you forever. May you live forever through Glaedr and the stories of time."
Eragon struck the sword down into the Earth near Oromis and beside it buried the seed in soil. He then put Oromis's cold hand on the hilt of Naegling, giving him the impression that he was resting while leaning against Glaedr's stomach.
Backing up, a tear dropped from Saphira's eye and the glowing Eldunarí let out a dragon-like roar and Saphira soon joined in, blue and gold light flashed blinding Eragon momentarily, when he looked up he saw blue, green and red lights swirling around a massive structure. When the blue and gold light fade he could make out a magnificent tree with emerald and sapphire leaves and ruby branches. The trunk it self was made of gold.
At first no one said a word, only looked in awe and disbelief. The first to recover were the elf singers who continued to sing in the ancient language. "That was amazing, Saphira, Glaedr". "It was our final gift" Glaedr said.
Eragon continued to stare at the beautiful tree, It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. He felt like he could stare at the gleaming tree for a year and still never grasp the true beauty of it.
"Magnificent isnt it?" said a melodic voice, expecting it to be Arya, Eragon turned and was surprised when an elf he did not know was standing beside him. "Yes it is" he said, still watching her.
"My name is Elestel, I will be accompanying you on your mission" she said with a smile. The familiar face came into focus when he learned her name, "You are part of Blodgharm's team?" he asked. "Yes, we were under orders not to bother you, while in the Varden."
"I see" was all Eragon replied as he looked at the elf. She smiled, "It is an honor to have met you, shur'tugal" she said and left. Eragon returned his eyes to the tree that was now Oromis and Glaedr. Honestly Eragon, sometimes it is a burden to be in your head, between that Elestel woman and Arya.Eragon blushed and looked down. "That tree bears a strong resemblance to the flower you made for me" Eragon looked up to see Arya looking at him. "Yes, apparently one night while Saphira and Jeod were waiting for us to catch up, she retrieved a seed, you should see it, there's a small field of them now." He said.
To this Arya smiled, "I thought I saw you bury something beside Oromis". Eragon looked back at the tree one last time, and noticed the elves placing a golden plaque at the base of the tree.
"Here lies Oromis and Glaedr, the last of the Riders of old, but beyond that he was a philosopher and a logician. He died a noble death in battle against Galbatorix, where few stood against many, and he will be remembered forever". Eragon sucked in a breath and smiled.
Arya smiled too after reading the plaque. Eragon turned and left without saying anything more, in an attempt to save her the discomfort he knew she felt being around him. But out of the corned of his eye, he thought he saw here staring after him.
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"Eragon wake up" said a familiar voice. He had fallen into his dream state to gain his strength for tonight's adventure. He looked up to see Elestel's head pokeing through his tent flap. "Thank you, Elestel." She smiled and left.
Eragon's cheeks went red for a reason unknown to him. He let his head rest on his bed for a moment, "Eragon wake up" said another musical voice. He saw Arya's head poking through the tent flap.
"Elestel beat you to it, I'm awake, I was just thinking about something". "Oh" she said surprised, "Well get moving then, we're meeting in Queen Islandzadi's tent, just in case she forgot to tell you that" she muttered and left. Eragon smiled and got dressed, he gathered this armor sack and Glaedr's Eldunarí.
I guess you didn't care to wake me up thought Eragon. Oh I wouldn't want to disturb the line waiting to do just that, little one. Eragon could hear her light growl as she chuckled.
Eragon walked though the rows of tents until he reached the giant blue tent at the end. As soon as he walked in a few elves walked out with the Rock of Kuthian, and started to strap it to Saphira.
"I hope you've rested well Eragon, a long night is ahead of you. I give you these 18 elves under your command". Great, I have 18 lives to be responsible for. Eragon bowed.
"Report to me before your mission takes place, travel fast, time is of the essence. The Varden marches in a fortnight, as do the elves".
He nodded and as one the group of 20 left the tent. As the elves approached the end of the encampment, Glaedr touch his mind This was the power left in Naegling, Oromis would have wanted you to have it.Eragon felt Aren begin to vibrate as it took in the tremendous amount of energy that was stored in the sword. "Do you mind if I run beside you, Shadeslayer?" asked Elestel from his right. "Not at all".
With that the group took off, immediately accelerating to inhuman speeds. Eragon couldn't help but laugh at the exhilarating feeling he got while running with the elves.
He saw Arya smile at that from his left. She had appeared there without him knowing. The night carried on quickly to him, time had blurred and as all he thought of was the next creek he would jump over and the next rock he had to climb.
When dawn finally came, Blodgharm announced they were almost halfway. They decided to make camp. "There are excellent herbs in the area, not comparable to the ones in Du Weldenvarden but splendid compared to the area around Gil'ead."
Elestel brought him a plate full of herbs and sat down beside him. "So as long as you plan to befriend me, I think you should tell me about yourself" Eragon said in a friendly tone.
The elf smiled and said "I am 39 years old, very young by elf standards but I was born with great magical gifts so I was instated in this team. I am daughter of Lord Fiolr and Naudra, and my uncle was Arva, a Dragon Rider.
Eragon's ears pricked "I've met Lord Fiolr, before my sword was forged I met with him to discuss Tamerlein, in case I could not acquire my own sword I intended to use it."
"I see, I'm glad you found a way to get your sword crafted Eragon, my father loves Tamerlein dearly". Eragon chuckled, "I could tell, I'm also fortunate because... my sword fits me much better then Temerlein did".
"Why do you never say your sword's name except when in battle?" She asked, catching on to how Eragon phrased his sentences around Brisingr. "When I was naming my sword, I stumbled upon it real name. So now" Eragon took Brisingr by the hilt and unsheathed it "when I say Brisingr" the sword burst into flame.
"Extraordinary" she exclaimed. Arya walked past him and he thought he heard her mutter "show off". Eragon sighed, she is still angry with me. To his surprise Saphira answered, Perhaps, dare I say, Arya Svit-kona is jealous.Eragon had to bite down on his tongue to hold back a laugh. Arya, jealous, bah! How could she ever believe my love for here could waver over a new friend?" Eragon shook his head disregarding Saphira's statement.
She may be over 100 years old, but she is still young in her experience with love, Eragon. Eragon pondered on that but he only knew one side of Arya, although she had rarely showed her true feelings, but she was one of the most wise woman he had ever met, and could not comprehend how she could be jealous of Elestel.
After the breif rest the group got up and began to run again. Eragon ran behind Blodgharm and to his sides were Elestel and Arya. Eragon looked up at the purple clouds as he ran.
At mid day they found themselves in a wild storm. They continued to run but once they reached the end of their path, they had to travel down the mountain to continue the trail.
With the steepness of the mountain they had to wait for the rain to stop, before they could travel down safely. They piled into a cave nearby and Eragon listened to the elves sing about the rain.
As the rain stopped so did the songs, and he began to smell burnt wood and heard woman and children screaming. The group got to their feet and left the cave, running towards the war cries of the empire's men and the massacre they were sure to find.
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