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Me: I AM THE EVIL RULER OF THE UNIVERSE
N (who is going to kill me if she ever sees this): You can't be the evil ruler (referring to the one you use to measure stuff). You are too tall.
Me: I am!!! No fair! Muahhahahahahaha- coughcoughcough
N: the evil ruler gets owned by a chicken wing.
WL: SA: 0, DEAD chicken wings: 3
LOL. Okay. I'm back with the story.
"Mother?" Eragon asked, "Are you alright?"
Islanzadi nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"It happened during the time where your father was killed. I was gone for sometime, remember?" She asked the two children.
They nodded rapidly, waiting patiently for her to continue the 'story'.
"Morzan captured me, and dragged me off to a secluded part of the forest…" Islanzadi trailed off, looking at Eragon and Arya carefully.
Arya wore a stricken expression on her face, while Eragon looked angry.
"Did it hurt, Mother?" Arya asked softly, placing her small hand atop Islanzadi's much larger one. Eragon did the same too, while holding Arya's hand.
Islanzadi nodded sadly, as she saw tears flooding her children's faces. 'They should never have to suffer.'
"Did he...r.. rape you mother?" Eragon asked, stuttering slightly over the words.
Islanzadi gasped, 'they knew', Islanzadi nodded again in response to his question.
"I'm so sorry, mother," Eragon and Arya both said softly, laying their heads on their mother's lap.
"It's not your fault, little ones." 'It never was.'
Another silence dominated the cell, not for long though.
"Who are the Varden, mother? Why did that two bad men wanted to find them?" Eragon asked, puzzled.
Islanzadi looked around carefully before replying, "The Varden are a resistance movement that fights against the empire. The two bad men wanted to find them so that they could kill the resistance."
"Do you know them, Mother?" Arya replied, curiosity dancing in her emerald eyes.
"Yes, I know them. But you cannot tell the two bad people, alright? They would kill us and the Varden once they know," Islanzadi murmured, smoothing Arya's tresses.
"But, if the bad people will kill us if they knew, why do you still support them, mother?" Eragon piped up.
"When your father was killed, I knew that it was King Galbatorix who ordered it. I hated the whole Empire, all the pain and suffering that they made us go through. I help the Varden not only because its leader is Evandar's friend, but because I believe that with Galbatorix over thrown, Algaseia would be peaceful again," Islanzadi concluded, watching understanding slowly made their way into her children's' faces.
"I will support the Varden too," Arya declared suddenly.
"And I would too," Eragon replied.
At that moment, Islanzadi felt a mixture of emotions flowing through her, fear, happiness and most of all, pride. She could tell, that they would be one of the greatest people in Algaseia in the future. Not because of who they are, but because of their heart.
She was interrupted from her musings, by Arya tugging on her sleeve.
"Mother?" she asked,
"Yes, Arya?" Islanzadi replied.
"What happened to us in that cell? We felt so angry at that man, and suddenly, we were free, does it have to do with you being able to turn into animals?" Arya asked, beside her, Eragon was listening with rapt attention.
Islanzadi sighed, she knew that this question would come up some day or another, she just did not expect herself to explain it here, of all places.
"What happened to you in the cell was the emergence of your powers. I do not know how you or Eragon got these powers. I suppose it has something to do with my powers. The truth is, I descend from a near extinct species of elves."
"What is 'near extinct' mother?" Eragon asked, puzzlement clouding his eyes.
"'Near extinct' means that there are almost none of the particular people left except a few. I descend from the Dranians, a species of elves that have different abilities compared to the other elves. We can do many things, such as controlling the elements, talking to plants and animals, sometimes teleporting and telepathy. Most of us cannot transform into animals though," Islanzadi concluded.
"Wow, so are we like you, mother?" Arya asked, voicing the question that had been on her and Eragon's minds ever since they saw Islanzadi transforming into an animal to chase down Claudette.
Islanzadi pondered that question for a moment before replying carefully, "I suppose so, Arya. But this may only be temporary. I myself had my powers emerge only when I am eighteen, so I am not so sure about you and Eragon though. Your mother would have been proud of you, Eragon," she said suddenly.
Eragon started, "you know my birth mother?" he asked.
Islanzadi nodded slightly, replying, "yes. I knew her. She was one of my closest friends. Although we were from different families, we managed to stay close. But her whole family was wiped out during the fall. That's why we Dranians are near extinct. To begin with, there were only two families. Mine and Selena's."
"I am of the same species as you?" Eragon asked, puzzled, "but how?"
Islanzadi decided that that was enough for today, "that's information for another day, Eragon, sleep now, you two."
Seeing that her two children weren't about to start sleeping any time soon, Islanzadi drew on her remaining strength, murmuring "Slytha". Almost instantaneously, the two children fell asleep.
Islanzadi herself did not sleep though, lost in memories. She pondered over what Morzan meant by 'do it again'. Deep inside her heart, she knew what he meant. During the fall, Morzan had captured Islanzadi when she was pacing worriedly; waiting for Evandar. He had captured her, demanding to know where are the dragon eggs that she had hidden. Islanzadi had refused, causing Morzan to be more furious. Belatedly, she remembered that Morzan had a penchant for torturing his victims, mentally, to get the information he needed. Realizing what he was about to do, she tried to struggle free.
"Let me go!" she yelled.
Morzan had simply grinned, and continued removing her clothes torturously slow. Islanzadi squirmed slightly, as Morzan prodded a finger into her. She began trying to get away from his fingers when Morzan started pushing more of his fingers in. He had four fingers in her now, and he grinned savagely.
"Will you tell now?" he demanded, pushing his fingers in a steady rhythm into her.
Islanzadi resolutely shook her head, "never!" she spat bitterly.
Morzan growled. He was about to sexually abuse Islanzadi more, if not for an elf crashing through the undergrowth.
"You are lucky this time," he sneered at her, before knocking her unconscious; sprinting away into the forest.
The fair elf stumbled through the undergrowth, till he reached a clearing. He gasped in shock as he saw Islanzadi lying there without any clothes on, blood staining her tunic.
"Islanzadi," he gasped, looking at her. Hurriedly, he removed his cloak and used it to wrap her naked form. Carrying her up, he hurriedly ran to the healers, praying hard that Islanzadi would awaken. 'What could he ever tell her children?' was the only thought in his mind.
Islanzadi moaned slightly in her dream like state that she had fallen into when Morzan violated her. The voice sounded familiar, a call amidst the darkness that surrounded her. She struggled to open her eyes, but closed them almost immediately; finding the bright light too hard for her eyes to bear.
"Islanzadi? You have to wake up," Came the harsh voice of Rhunon, her good friend who is sometimes a bit tackless.
Islanzadi moaned, trying to turn over but failing. She really did like this nice, comfortable cocoon of darkness. That voice came again, "Islanzadi!"
"Fine..." she grumbled, opening her eyes.
Someone let out a very un-womanlike squeal and wrapped her arms around her neck.
"Oh my gosh. You are awake, I have to tell Arya and Eragon." Rhunon gasped, hugging her tightly.
Islanzadi began to wonder if this was a bad dream, or is Rhunon going mad.
After a lot of squealing and hugging by Rhunon; she concluded that: no, this isn't a dream. And yes, Rhunon is mad.
Islanzadi shuddered as the pain of the memories overwhelmed her. 'I should really start relaxing more' she thought sarcastically, as another throbbing ache hit her temples. Laying down as comfortably as she can on the cold stone floor, she tried to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day; with new surprises.
Arya awoke blearily, noting that Eragon was now cuddled up next to her, using her as his personal teddy bear. Her mother was in the trance like state, seating cross-legged in a mediation pose. She wondered what happened yesterday. It was not everyday you see Eragon cuddling up to something, and she really do want to know.
She shook Eragon awake, giggling as she did so. His reactions were always so fun to watch.
"Eragon? Eragon!" she yelled, giggling as she shook him awake.
"What? Where's teddy?" he mumbled, rolling over.
"Eragon, its me. Teddy is not here. You are in a dirty cell; so WAKE UP NOW!" Arya screamed the last part out.
Islanzadi's eyes shot open, while Eragon just turned and replied, "huh?"
"Arya, is there a need for screaming?" Islanzadi murmured, sleep lacing her voice.
Arya mutely shook her head, and resumed trying to get Eragon to wake.
"When can we get out of here, mother?" Arya asked.
"I don't know, Arya," she replied, rubbing her eyes.
"I hope we can get out soon, Mother. I don't like it here. Somehow, I get a feeling that this is going to be bad for the three of us," Eragon sat up suddenly.
"I'll see what can I do now," Islanzadi promised.
Reaching out for her energy, she was pleased to note that she had enough to get them out.
"Stand back," she warned Eragon and Arya. Both nodded and took a hesitant step back.
'Thrysta!' She murmured, masking the cell in a blanket of silence, as the door burst open silently.
'Come on,' Islanzadi murmured into her children's minds, taking off in a run down the corridor.
Eragon and Arya shared a happy glance, before joining hands and sprinting down the corridor. They kept up easily with Islanzadi due to their speed. After many twisting corridors and several scuffles with Urgals, they made it out of Gilead.
"We made it," Eragon breathe, when he saw the blue sky. Just then, a hoarse shout rang out behind them.
"Stop this instance!" A conscript yelled.
Islanzadi turned to face her children.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
Eragon and Arya both nodded, and grabbed Islanzadi's outstretch hand.
"What ever happens, don't let go of them, okay?" Islanzadi bent down and asked them.
They nodded mutely. Satisfied, Islanzadi straightened and furrowed her brows in concentration. A light red aura formed slowly over Islanzadi; and she and Eragon, Arya started shrinking. Arya eyes widened as she took in the rapidly diminishing landscape, but she held her mother's hand firmly. The tingling feeling that they felt vanished after a moment. When the startled Conscript looked again, Islanzadi, Eragon and Arya were gone and a large eagle soared in the direction of Du Weldenvarden.
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