Dysari: Chapter 10
We are not hopeless
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Eragon stepped into the room, and looked around for Arya. The room was empty except for a bed and a mirror, and on the far side was a large black coffin. Eragon held his breath and walked toward the coffin like object.
Inside lay, what looked like Arya. What have they done?
Eragon would of thought her dead except for the light rise and fall of her chest. Eragon brushed her cold cheek with his hand.
Blue veins stood out across her entire body. Her eyes shut, and her face set into a weak grimace. Eragon shook his head as her remembered how she told him what Galbatorix had done to her.
He reached his mind out and found a spell around her, stronger even than the flames that protected the egg. He knows this is the only thing he has on us, now that we have the egg, he is making sure he keeps Arya.
Eragon knew with the magnitude this spell was cast, he would die before he had it half way removed. How can Galbatorix be this strong, these spells he can cast, that would leave me within an inch of death to cast one, a fourth as strong. How do we stand a chance against a man that could destroy us all if he decided to ride into battle on his dragon. Everything in the end, will prove futile as soon as he enters the battle himself. He is only toying with us!Eragon gripped Arya's cold hand, seemingly lifeless and mourned for her. He mourned that she had to endure this so that he wouldn't have to. He mourned that the woman he cared about the most in the world, was hurting because of him.
Eragon began to pick her up, but when her heart skipped a beat, he thought better of it and set her down again. Utter hopelessness gripped Eragon as he stared at his love.
Eragon walked out of the small room, and fell to his knees on the ledge outside. What can I do Saphira? Am I really powerless to stop Galbatorix? Her life hangs in the balance and I can do nothing?
Saphira landed again, and walked around the sleeping Thorn. She nudged Eragon, and he scratched her snout. Fly with me, and we will find a solution Saphira said with confidence.
Eragon smiled sadly. He climbed on, full of doubt. At least one of us had hope, but it is time to be realistic, we have fought this futile battle for to long, Saphira.Saphira growled as they soared through the air, That is not you, little one. You were never one to give up. Fate has not abandoned us.Eragon looked down at the flames of the outpost below. There were no armies here, so what were they doing? Saphira swept down to investigate and saw that they were digging into the rock, but with little success.
It looked like they had been there for quite a while working on the mountain, so why have they gotten so little done?, Eragon wondered to himself. He brought out Brisingr and slashed the mountain, the blade glanced off like an ordinary blade, not even chipping the rock.
Eragon brought Brisingr high into the air, and brought the sword down hard against the rock, this time a small piece of rock chipped, making a two inch deep indent. How is that possible? With an ordinary rock my blade would of went atleast two feet through that rock…Saphira thought.
Brisingr is supposed to cut through enchantments, this rock must be unique, what were the empire's men doing here? Digging through this mountain? One thing is for sure though, I smell the faint scent of dragons, and I don't mean thorn, I mean hundreds of dragons, I can feel it in my bones.
Saphira flew over the mountain and prepared to swoop down the other side when a purple glint caught Eragon;s eyes. Saphira head toward the summit, I think I saw something.Saphira flew in from the angle and Eragon got a good look at the flat summit, about 6 feet across. In the middle he saw a purple gem and Eragon jumped off of Saphira to inspect it.
It glowed lightly, as he stared into the depths of the crystal. Purple light moved within it and he became hypnotized at it's beauty, but recognized it immediately. Saphira, bring the Rock of Kuthian to me, I have found the other half, Maud spoke about.
Saphira clutched around the summit, holding on because she would not fit on top of it. Eragon quickly removed it of the ropes securing it. As Saphira pushed off of the mountain and took flight again, Eragon rose the crystal into the air and stared at it's brilliancy in the light of the Sun.
Eragon placed the Rock of Kuthian on top of it's other half and twisted it into place. The lights moving inside glowed even brighter and light shown where the two pieces met. . Eragon did not know where the voice had come from, because it seemed like it had come from everywhere, from the sky, from the mountain, even from Saphira.
Speak thy name
Eragon's mind went back to Oromis's words, when he said that he must find out his own name. He thought of the elves, the Varden, and the dwarves.He thought of his adventures, and that he was the last rider in Alagaesia. Then he remembered what Elva said to him after he took off her curse. He thought of the many who have died for him, he thought of Oromis. Lastly, he though of his father, Brom. The web of life began to stitch fully together as he realized why he made all the decisions that he did.
Glaedr's thoughts drifted to Eragon. Eragon, Oromis guessed your real name, before he passed. After asking him about it, he resolved to know it before he died, so that I may help you, should you need it.
Eragon smiled, I don't think I will. " Eragon though of the words that were now him, every essence of him that were bound to these words. He whispered them to the stone, and Eragon sunk to his knees, his entire being responding to the words.
Eragon gasped for breath, and the stone trembled. You are more wise than others give you credit for, hatchling. He felt Glaed's conscience smile on him. The stone trembled so hard, Eragon thought it would split. To Eragon's surprise, that's exactly what it did.
Eragon stood on top of the stone, which was oddly still with the mountain breaking around it. The top of the mountain cracked open, but he saw that the two sides of the mountain remained entirely intact and instead of falling to the ground, thousands of feet below, they remained floating in the air.
Eragon stood on the floating rock and stared down into the mountain. It reminds me of Farthen Dur. Eragon stared in wonder.
ERAGON! Get in your saddle, I smell Dragons. Saphira flew to meet him and he launched himself onto her back, strapping himself onto his saddle. They rode down into the mountain and in the pitch blackness, he saw twinkling lights at the bottom.
The scent is coming from the bottom Eragon, it smells like hundreds! I do not like this. Saphira's mind was frantic. He felt extreme elation explode within himself from Glaedr.
Eragon was able to make out the objects now, Eldunaris!
Saphira landed on a hovering plateau. Eragon felt the rock thrum with power, even on Saphira's back.
He stared out at the hundreds of Eldunari, the glowing gold, red, blue, and greed orbs that pulsed in different shades.
Saphira's thoughts touched Eragon's.
See Eragon, perhaps we are not as hopeless as we thought.
:O. Thanks for the reviews guys, school's off because of a Jewish holiday so I thought i would update P. Keep the reviews coming!
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