A/N: Ok I definitely feel a mind block coming on... I've noticed that I've made a bunch of mistakes in the past chapters getting names confused... the horses name IS Séreméla. And yeah... so don't worry about it... I noticed it eventually. I also noticed that I'm getting all my timing is all messed up... but now i've changed which way my story is going so that the times wont be so bad.
I'm going to take a stab at the whole Ancient Language thing... the words that I use are ACTUAL WORDS!! they are Irish Gaelic and I like it this way! If you have any suggestions feel free to tell all!
Dreamin Angel: I have a feeling you're going to totally freak out at me when you find out what happens with Arien and Murtagh in this chapter... actually... you may want to shoot me.Buuut you'll have to wait and see what appens! its freakin exciting!! wel in my mind it is :D Anyways I definatly had writers block this chapter and I pretty much know it sucks. So no need to remind me but I really need advice!! hint hint and do you like the way i did the ancient language? There's only one sentence really but it is pretty cool (to me)
Citalali Angeni: What does your name mean? its very unique.
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Arien's POVI glared at Murtagh from across the table. He had just made it back from the battle and had not said a word to me since. Something was troubling him and I knew it. I reached for his mind like I would with Telemnar or my brother to try to talk to him. His defenses were amazing, a tall iron wall blocked my way to his consciousness. Tentatively I pressed on a weak area and received a sharp stab in response. I winced and gasped out loud. Murtagh looked up from his seat and smiled uncertainly before opening his mind for me.
I'm sorry, he whispered softly. I shuddered feeling his mind brush against mine, it was just as alien as Telemnar's when I first made contact with him. I'm just frustrated and don't really want to share anything with anyone in the open. I smirked in response and took a bite of the lettuce sitting before me. Come visit me tonight in the Dragonhold. I nodded. Promise? And again I nodded.
This better be good. I thought angrily, but he had already left my mind and blocked his own. Our eyes continuously met throughout the rest of the meal. Once or twice my father noticed and narrowed his eyes. The third time he saw us he suggested that I go to bed for I had a long journey the next day.
I sighed, going to Helgrind wasn't really a big deal... It was just a small trip with Colemnae, he was going to be doing all the work anyway. All I had to do was sit in the lodge and do some embroidery and wait for him to return. There was nothing tiring about it. I did not voice my opinions, I simply bowed my head and did as he proposed.xoXoxOxoXox
That night I pulled a cloak over my brother's tunic, that I slept in on warm nights, and jumped off the balcony landing lightly on my feet. Ten minutes later found me in the Dragonhold.Warm air surrounded me as I entered the cavernous room. I shuddered when I saw Shruikan asleep on the top of the cave,his large head swooping low covering 2-3 different caverns.
Turn right, Murtagh's voice said in my mind. I altered directions and came face to face with Murtagh underneath his own dragon, Thorn. Come with me, we can talk safely in my rooms.
I raised a questioning eyebrow but followed him all the same down the winding passageway underneath the dragonhold. I stared at the beautiful marble, tracing its light brown veins of granite along its under layer. My mind drifted to Telemnar but I quickly stuffed it into the back of my mind fearing that Murtagh might randomly decide to search me. We entered a large room that could fit 3 or 4 Shruikan's at once. Thorn rested his large bulk next to a small cot at the far right corner of the room. Murtagh led me over to an unlit hearth that was quickly set into a blazing inferno with a word of power."Sit," His rough voice muttered pointing to a chair. He motioned for my cloak but I shook my head and hesitantly pulled it closer around me... I was not expecting to be around long therefore I did not put on any decent clothing, all I was wearing was my brother's overly large tunic and some undergarments.
"Tell me what is troubling you, Murtagh." I said in an undertone, I felt so small in such a spacious room and feared that being too loud might echo our conversation to Shruikan who would report back to my father. I smiled at the small stab of interest that I knew cam from Telemnar. Our connection was growing stronger by the second. I allowed him to listen to the conversation while keeping my face impassive so Murtagh couldn't tell I was communicating with him.
He gazed into my eyes for a full moment before finally pulling from out of his sheath the most gorgeous red blade I had ever seen.
"Meet, Zar'roc." he said keeping his voice even. I winced at the mention of such an evil name... for Zar'roc meant "misery" in the ancient language.
"This sword has quite a history to it." I breathed, taking the hilt in my hand and weighing it. "Your father bore it, and now you... how does it feel to take it back from the man who did not have a single right to inherit it?"
Murtagh took the sword back and resheathed it without looking at me he said, "He had the right to have the blade, but I, being the eldest, have rightly inherited it." In response to my questioning eyebrow he explained to me of how the Twins, loathing mongrels that they are, had made a connection between Selena, Murtagh's mother, and Selena, Shadeslayer's mother... somehow the boy had been born without Morzan or Galbatorix's knowledge. Their was a long awkward silence at the end of his tale to which I broke with a sigh.
"I'm sorry that the man you may have to kill, is your own brother." I said. A small anguished cry escaped his lips. Surprise emanated from Telemnar as I shook my head and sat on the arm of his chair to cradle his broken soul in my arms, "If you care to really think about it, Eragon Shadeslayer is not your true brother, for you did not grow up with him, you did not show him the ways to hunt or shoot a bow. Just the same as Morzan is not really your father, for Galbatorix and your former swords trainer were really the only ones there for you." His shining eyes looked into mine a hint of joy leaking into them. "And! Colemnae and I could be considered your siblings because you taught me how to ride a horse, and Colemnae how to properly jump into the creek without hurting his stomach!" A bitter giggle was heard and I laughed in turn. "I give good advice, don't I." I said proudly, straightening my back. He nodded in agreement staring into the fire.
Slowly Murtagh turned to me and put an arm around my waist, puling me down on his lap. Confused I tried to draw away but he held me tightly. His face became deliberately closer to mine and I struggled to keep my breath even. Murtagh hesitated for a moment searching my eyes, which I'm sure were just as uncertain as his, before placing a soft kiss on my lips. At first I did not know what was going on but then I leaned into him and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. Suddenly a flash of a young blond man's face came before my eyes, scowling as if he was disappointed and disgusted with me. I snapped my eyes open in fright, yanked myself off of Murtagh's lap and uttered a quick "I have to go." before running out the door and into the long long corridor that leads into the main chamber of the Dragonhold. I did not care if Shruikan saw me... The vision before my eyes frightened me so badly that I was hoping for some kind of thrill to ease my mind.
I rushed into the common room that my brother and I shared, his door directly across the room from mine. I knocked on his door and entered without an invitation.
"Arien, it's late, you should be sleeping." Colemnae said from his writing desk, he was quickly covering his notes with blank sheets of paper and inkwells.
"I would say the same to you, but it seems that you have something important to be doing." I murmured ripping a pair of trousers out of the chest at the foot of his bed. As I pulled them on I tried to suppress my heartbeat... Is this love? Or is this nervousness?
"Something's troubling you... I feel it." he said turning his chair to face me. I glowered at the floor. "Our connection is strong, Arien, don't try to block me. I'm not trying to get into your mind."
Tears poured out of my eyes as I told my story about how Murtagh kissed me and how I felt when he did... I told him about the vision I saw of the boy who looked like an elf with blond hair and brown eyes... And how frightened I was because a rush of unidentifiable emotions filled my mind and soul without warning. At the end of my story Colemnae was next to me holding me in a brotherly hug.
"I don't even know the person," I whispered into his shoulder, "All I know is that I've seen him before... I don't know how... but I know I have!"
There was another flash of his face, but this time it was full of concern, and uncertainty. I squeezed my eyes shut and snuggled closer to Colemnae, willing myself to calm down
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Eragon's POVHe leaned against Saphira sipping his water. His ears twitched to the sounds of animals and things roaming around underneath the soil of Du Weldenvarden. He reached for the little critters' minds and spoke with them of the kinds of people wandering through the area. They asked him questions in turn... mostly about the human that was with him, for they had not seen humans in decades. He smiled to himself and nodded at Roran from across the clearing.
"Shall we take off now?" Eragon inquired lifting an elegantly arched eyebrow.
Roran glared clutching his stomach. "Do I not get a few minutes to recover?"
Eragon sighed and stared up at the green canopy above, "I want to get to Ellesmera, before Galbatorix dies, thank you very much." Every few hours Roran would command that Eragon land Saphira for he became sick of all the twists and turns that they continuously practiced.
Grudgingly he mounted the dragon in front of Eragon and clutched the saddle for dear life. What was I thinking in agreeing to this? he thought angrily.
Katrina. came the womanly voice's reply. Roran growled at Saphira and ducked his head to hide his eyes from the sight of the disappearing ground.
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Saphira landed in the sparring field in a cloud of dust and grass. Roran stumbled of the dragon and placed his forehead to the ground. A group of elves surrounded the sparring field sending out greetings to Saphira and second to Eragon.Eragon stepped off Saphira in a one graceful motion and landed right in front of Vanir, his old sparring rival.
The blond elf bowed and pressed two fingers to his lips, "Eragon Shur'tugal! Atra esterni ono thelduin."
With a smile he pressed two fingers to his lips. "Vanir finiarel! Atra du evarínya ono varda."
"Un atra mor'ranr lifa unin hjarta onr." They laughed and embraced each other.
Roran, feeling as if he had missed something, coughed politely. Vanir turned and gazed at him with penetrating grey eyes. "Cà maois adhart ais?" Who might this be
Eragon nodded to his cousin and said in his native tongue, "This be my cousin, Roran Stronghammer. He single-handedly saved our entire village from the Empire and the Raz'ac." Roran lifted a hand to shake in greeting but Vanir ignored it and bowed in the fashion in which he had seen Eragon do.
"Roran! Atra esterni ono thelduin." Vanir murmured between his fingers. Roran looked to Eragon for help who in turn told Vanir that his cousin knew not of the Ancient language but for a few words.
"Ah. Worry not, Brìghòrd, you will learn in due time." Vanir said in a highly disgusted voice. Vanir took Eragon by the arm and began whispering to him in the Ancient Language... they walked away towards a beautiful group of trees shaped in the ways of a large palace.
Eragon has suggested that I take you to where we will be saying, Saphira said through her mind.
Still in awe of the way the elves treated Eragon compared to himself he went with Saphira without questioning or complaining... he had a feeling that he needed to catch up on some sleep, and some learning.
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Eragon drew himself aside from the immense celebration that was held in victory of the war won just a few weeks ago to speak with Saphira. How is he?
Saphira snorted and he felt a bit of irritation through their link. You disregarded him just as you would if you were a higher being. Remember, Eragon, that you are here for more training and to help Roran. Not to partake in the wild celebrations of the elves and become reacquainted that you have not seen for a mere 2 weeks. Roran has not seen Katrina for over a month. Get your head in the game here, Eragon.
Eragon sighed in reply. This is no game, Saphira. It's war.
A few minutes later he bid his friend's goodbye and bowed to Islanzadi before leaving. He and Saphira flew out to their treehome, where he saw Roran was sleeping in his bed. Eragon groaned and pulled a blanket out of a near closet, opting for sleeping in the bathtub rather than in the same bed as his cousin. The moment his head hit the makeshift cloak-pillow he was asleepA young blond woman leaned over the edge of the chair and wiped tears off of a dark haired man's face. "I give good advice, don't I." the girl said proudly, straightening. The man nodded in agreement and stared into the fire.
The man lifted an arm around the girl's waste and pulled her onto his lap. Confusion riddled her face. Eragon dared to move forward to see who the couple was. He gasped, it was the same girl from his dream awhile back, the girl with the gedwey ignasia... and... Murtagh?!
Murtagh lifted the girl's face and pressed his lips against hers. She sighed and leaned in. Eragon took a step back in disgust... and felt a wave of disappointment pull from his stomach... Murtagh gets the girl... Typical.
He rolled his eyes. Suddenly the girl looked straight at him and gasped. She ripped herself away from Murtagh. "I've got to go." she murmured looking back at Eragon. She ran out of the room pulling her cloak tightly around her.
"ARIEN! Wait!" Murtagh yelled jumping to his feet but immediately sat back down heaving a sigh and glanced at the large red dragon in the corner. "I suppose you're right... I'm guessing that Eragon is faring much better with fair ladies than I."
Eragon scoffed at his brother and rushed to follow the girl by the name of Arien. She ran through a large cavern. He looked up to see a large black dragon... slightly smaller than Glaedr. He shuddered to have finally seen Shruikan... it was fairly intimidating.
After winding through many different corridors they finally winded up in a small bedroom just off of a large living room with a fireplace. The room was decorated with large tapestries of battles and knights wooing ladies. Statues of a man with a dragon egg sat in a corner with cobwebs connecting it to the corner.
"Arien, it's late, you should be sleeping." A dark haired boy said said from his writing desk, he was quickly covering his notes with blank sheets of paper and inkwells. The boy was just as tall as Arien, and his facial features were exactly the same, except more masculine.
"I would say the same to you, but it seems that you have something important to be doing." Arien murmured yanking a pair of trousers out of the chest at the foot of his bed. As she pulled them on she shook with a continued impatience, or was it nervousness
"Something's troubling you... I feel it." the boy said turning his chair to face Arien. She glowered at the floor obviously trying to block her mind from the boy. "Our connection is strong, Arien, don't try to block me. I'm not trying to get into your mind."
Tears poured out of Arien eyes as she told her story about how Murtagh kissed her and how she felt when he did... She told him about the vision she saw of a boy who looked like an elf with blond hair and brown eyes... (Eragon smirked at this, So she did see me)... And how frightened she was because a rush of unidentifiable emotions filled her mind and soul without warning. At the end of her story the boy was next to me holding her in a brotherly hug.
"I don't even know the person," Arien whispered into his shoulder, "All I know is that I've seen him before... I don't know how... but I know I have!"
Eragon pulled his face in a wince... he was confused, and concerned for the girl's welfare. Arien gasped again looking straight at Eragon but immediately hid her face in the boy's shoulder again. "Make it stop, Colemnae!" she said loudly, and in a whisper she added, "please."
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Eragon awoke with a start, sun light drifted across the room from the membrane that covered the large windows of the tree-home. He groaned and rolled out of the bath tub glaring at the still sleeping Roran.You had the dream again, didn't you, little one. Saphira asked, resting her head on the dais. He glared and ignored the question, instead he picked up a cup of water and dumped a bowl of fruit onto the tray of food.
I'm going to scry that girl. I can't stand not knowing what is going on. He said to his dragon kneeling beside the bowl of water.
"Draumr Kopa." he said.
The vision startled him. Arien stood before a large black dragon, quivering with fear. She was speaking but he could not hear her. When he changed the spell so he could hear, he immediately knew it was a terrible idea.
A loud roar hit his ears but he forced himself to hold the spell.
"Oh, shut your mouth." Arien muttered, her knees obviously becoming weak. "I'm leaving, you don't have to become all territorial. Not that this is much of a place to be territorial over."
Eragon smirked, it was true, the marble was scratched and burn marks were everywhere... the same place as his dream. A dragonhold.
Arien tiptoed over to where the long hall started towards Murtagh's rooms and dropped a slip of paper. "Maybe..." she took a step towards the room but stopped herself short and abruptly turned and walked out. "no."
Eragon released the stream of magic and leaned back against the four poster bed. "Who were you scrying?" Eragon turned and met eyes with Roran
"Now isn't the time,Roran." Eragon growled. He glanced at the timepiece on the bedside table. "I've got to meet with Oromis. Maybe he'll have more answers than I can convey from scrying."
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A/N: This chapter is really really crappy! and i apologize to my readers! I knew I had writers block!! Suggestions welcome!!! PLEASE!! I BEG OF YOU!!! SUGGESTIONS!! O by the way. The language I used for the Ancient Language is a form of Gaelic (irish)) I think i already mentioned it but... yeah... there it is again!