Draco is from Dragon Heart, not Harry Potter. I don't even know the names of the characters from those books…and I never want to. No offense to those who read it, but that book/movie seemed like a waste of time to me because I am no fan of witchcraft. Now I know that Angela is a witch, but she was needed the most here. Don't hate me guys, but I must speak the truth. Now, I am aware that Draco was not the dragon's official name in the movie until Bowan gave it to him, but I have a plan to tie it all together. Trust me because, in the end, it will ALL make sense.
Chapter 72: In Love and War
"Mother," Covin'thra whispered to Saphira, who was in dragon form with Eragon lying against her belly.
Yes my dear, Saphira replied. She lifted her head up from her paws to look at her daughter. The magenta dragoness was sitting on her haunches in front of the door wagging her tail anxiously while she sat.
"Where is he?" Covin'thra asked nervously. "He told me he would not forget."
Easy child, Saphira chuckled out. You are experiencing the most important part of love…anxiety.
"What is that?" Covin'thra asked. She turned around and padded over to Saphira, who nuzzled her with her snout. Eragon looked up from beside Saphira and placed his hand on his daughter's side.
"It is when you worry too much," Eragon explained. "You must be patient and wait for him. He has not forgotten you."
"I despise waiting," Covin'thra muttered. "I want to fly today…with him."
Eragon, Saphira whispered in his mind. Our child is feeling the same as I did.
I know, Eragon sighed. He stood up and shook his head. "Covin'thra," he told her. "You are of the age now where you could start a family of your own."
"I know," Covin'thra replied. "Do you think Thorn would be the father?" Eragon and Saphira both turned to look at each other, shaking their heads admirably at their daughter's question.
Darling, Saphira told her, Thorn has dreamed of the moment where he could start a family of his own. I can tell by his actions around you that he craves for you to be his one and only.
"I feel the same about him," Covin'thra sighed. "How old is he?"
Thorn hatched only four months after I did, Saphira replied. In dragon years, I am of the age of two years.
"Why are you so old when you are human?" Covin'thra asked. "Should you not be like a mere child?"
"No my dear," Eragon said with a chuckle, mainly directed at Saphira's odd facial expression of being called 'old.' "Even though her age is young, her human age was based off of her maturity level. Take you for example. Covy, you are merely half-a-year old, but would you say you are as mature as a young child? I think not."
"It makes sense now," Covin'thra muttered to herself. "Still, I wish for the Scarred One to return quickly before I lose interest."
You will never lose interest in the one you love, Saphira pointed out. I have never lost interest in Eragon, and we have been together for quite some time. Eragon smiled and took his hand off of Covy's hide to place it on Saphira's brow.
"I understand," Covin'thra replied. "I do not want to ruin this though."
"Never conceal your emotions," Eragon advised. "If you cover them up, everything will crash. Be yourself, Covy, and do not struggle to impress. If he wishes to be your mate, then he would admire you for what you have already achieved."
It is impossible to ruin love, Saphira said in a soft, subtle voice. Love is a state of being that you feel and it can never be ruined. It is not possible to break love, but you can break a heart. Do not fear embarrassment when you go out today, but rejoice in the fact that you are together with the one you care for.
Wise words, Eragon admitted to Saphira. I love your wisdom. Saphira growled lovingly at his comment and bucked her head up to knock Eragon's hand from her brow to the top of her muzzle.
I am not the only wise one in this household, Saphira pointed out, as she flicked her tongue upwards to lick at his forearm. And I love you for far better reasons than the size of your brain. Eragon chuckled and scratched at her snout. Suddenly, the large door in the main room swung open with an exhausted Murtagh standing in the doorway.
"I am bushed," Murtagh grumbled. "I just helped the swordsman make over twenty blades."
"Where is Thorn?" Covin'thra asked anxiously. Murtagh shuffled his way over towards the cushioned bowls and flopped inside of the last one.
"He is outside," Murtagh muttered. He curled up in the bowl and shut his eyes. "I always thought the elves could handle themselves." He watched as Covy dashed outside; her tail thumped wildly against the doorjam as she exited the house.
"What happened?" Eragon asked, as he got up to walk towards his brother.
"I have the fifty men to fight," Murtagh explained, "but only thirty of them have decent weaponry." Saphira climbed up to her paws and padded upstairs while Eragon continued to talk with his brother. "I apologize for being so tired, brother," Murtagh continued. "It took over three hours. The whole flight back I had to listen to Thorn bicker about being late, but he had things of his own over there that needed to be completed."
"Like what?" Eragon asked. Murtagh fluttered his eyes open and let out a long, drawn out yawn.
"Osilon is building up to withstand an attack," Murtagh explained. "They used him to lift the heavy lumber to make the walls and fortifications. I have never heard that dragon complain so much to me. It was rather disrespectful."
"He is in love, Murtagh," Eragon said with a chuckle. "To him, it looked as if you had ruined his chance and forced him to break a promise." Murtagh grumbled a subtle swearword and shook his head.
"He still owes me an apology," Murtagh complained. "He must place duty before his…you get the point."
"Still," Eragon sighed. "Dragons hold promises very well and are rather distraught when they must break them." Eragon turned to see Saphira gently pad down the stairs with a soft cotton weaved blanket resting comfortably in her mouth. He smiled as she approached Murtagh with her large head held up high to avoid dragging the blanket on the floor. In one quick motion, Saphira laid the blanket over Murtagh and stretched it out to where it was even more comfortable.
Better? Saphira asked kindly, like a mother would have to her child.
"Splendid," Murtagh yawned out. "Thank you, Saphira." Murtagh shifted in the bowl and turned to face Eragon again.
"You have a very kind wife," Murtagh told him with a smirk. "I know I have told you it before, but you need to hear it again. She is utterly perfect."
"Should I tell Nasuada what you just told me?" Eragon said with a wide grin. Saphira let out a soft, choppy growl and then flopped down beside her husband.
"Nasuada takes good care of me," Murtagh admitted tiredly, "but she would be a close second to Saphira."
Thank you for the compliment, Saphira chuckled out into his mind. Murtagh took his hand out from underneath the blanket that Saphira had fetched for him and reached out to brush against her muzzle. She growled pleasingly as he stroked it with his marked palm.
"Brother," Murtagh sighed, as he dropped his hand back down into the blanket again. "This battle with the creatures may be the roughest yet. There is one person, a young lad named Arthur, who knows much about the forests and the creatures that dwell inside of them. He is only of the age of twelve, but he is very handy with a sword. It is very unusual to see a mere child swing a blade so hard to sever a limb off of the thickest tree. He has claimed that he discovered something yesterday in the Spine."
What was it? Saphira asked curiously. Eragon grabbed a chair and scooted it over to Murtagh before taking a seat inside of it.
"He claims that he saw dragon eggs," Murtagh explained, "but they were smaller, and their only colors were black, gray, and red."
"How many?" Eragon asked. Murtagh shook his head.
"He claimed that it looked like a nesting ground," Murtagh stated. "There had to be at least twenty eggs there."
"Could it be?" Eragon asked Saphira. "Draken said that the wyvern was up to something."
Perhaps, Saphira replied. She turned back to the bowl to face Murtagh again. Did he witness anything else?
"Nay," Murtagh muttered. "We are leaving to examine them this evening when the sun breaks and he has requested that you and Saphira also come along."
Well, Saphira said with a chuckle. Draken is planning to make his own family tonight, and Covy will be busy with Thorn. The only one left will be Equinox.
Draken has already been gone for quite some time, Eragon pointed out. They may have already begun.
We have not, Lunalese suddenly interrupted them, as the two dragons stepped in the home. We have discovered the name for our hatchling when we do.
"Oh?" Eragon asked.
"Our hatchling's name will be Draco if it is a male," Draken explained. "I heard it before in Ceunon."
"It is from a foreign language," Eragon mentioned. "Some people from another land brought it here."
"What does it mean?" Draken asked.
"Dragon."
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I am sorry for being late, Thorn apologized to Covin'thra. The silver dragoness growled lowly and padded towards him. I had matters that had to be dealt with.
"Well," Covin'thra sighed. "I suppose that we should get started?"
Of course my dear, Thorn replied lovingly. He flapped his wings against his side twice and leapt up into the sky. Covy followed suit.
"Thorn?" Covy asked, flying in closer to his right side. The large red dragon turned his head to his right to face her. "Have you ever thought about…hatchlings?"
All the time, Thorn replied. They plague my mind daily.
"So you wish for a family?" Covin'thra dug deeper.
I do, Thorn sighed. You do not understand the pain that I have felt seeing Saphira and Eragon raising children while I was left alone.
"That had to be painful," Covy whimpered. She nudged her way in closer to him and tapped her wing against his. "Do not worry, Scarred One. One day, you shall have your own younglings." Thorn lowered his head and snorted while Covin'thra let out a nervous growl. "I would be honored if you raised mine…if that is what you wish for."
Covin'thra, Thorn muttered. I do not wish to become your mate for the sole purpose of reproduction. Yes, I do want a dragonet to call my own, but I also wish for a female companion to meet me every time I return to the nest.
"Thorn," Covy chuckled nervously. "You would have that with me. I do not know of these strange emotions, but I feel drawn to you. For some odd reason, I cannot go one day without having a thought of you cross through my mind."
What do you think of? Thorn asked. Covy lowered her head and began following a gazelle with her sapphire eyes.
"Uh…well…you see," Covy stammered. "My thoughts were of us together doing something that I am not quite sure of…?"
Mating, Thorn whispered, which interrupted her. So it is true.
"I beg your pardon?" Covy asked.
Females do dream of their mates, Thorn sighed. Saphira did the same with Eragon, and Lunalese did the same with Draken. My dear, you speak no lie when you tell me that you wish to be mine, do you?
"If it would make these odd dreams come true," Covin'thra replied cunningly. "Thorn?"
Yes?
"May I be yours?" Covin'thra asked slowly. Thorn turned to face her and slowed the beating of his wings to coast through the air. "I would like nothing more than to bear your children."
Covy, Thorn muttered carefully. Does my age matter to you at all? You are still young…only six months…but I am older than you by a year minimum. Are you well with us being mates?
"Absolutely," Covy said humbly, as she bowed her head towards him. "Now my dear Scarred One, may we begin our lesson?"
Oh I literally have to bite my tongue to avoid telling the ending that I have planned. Yes, Arthur is now coming into play and the Draco thing has been discussed. Thorn and Covy have tied the knot, but it is not over yet. Next chapter will have one definite love scene between Draken and Luna, the flying lesson between the two other lovers, and even more as Eragon and Saphira journey to see this new wonder that Arthur and Murtagh have discovered. My recording is now finished and all I am doing is searching for employment, so daily posts may return…hopefully. How are you all liking the shift?
PEACE!