LK-well, thanks to the two people who reviewed. Just a note, even one review helps with the update so if your reading this at least review, flames, sure go ahead but nothing to harsh. Well, here is the second fic. Please read and review!
Disclaimer- The Kit-tah does not own Eragon…I want a dragon though, care to give me one? sparkly eyes
By: Lonely Kitty
Ch.02 Intros aren't necessary, but they do get things started
The Reason for Dragons
The land was quite. Not even the animals made a sound. All were awestruck at this new dragon.
Eragon's and Murtagh's first guess was that Galbatorix had gotten the last egg to hatch but that idea was quickly dismissed since the sheer size of the dragon put even Gladear to shame.
The second thing that really stood out was the strange armor that the dragon wore.
It was pure white; as white as the dragon itself. It was hard to tell where the dragon ended and the armor started.
If that wasn't enough, the armor was not even plate like. It was entirely smooth, like a perfect marble bowl, shaped and twisted as easily as glass.
The head armor resembled a helmet save for the smoothness. And seemed to fit perfectly over the scaled creature. It stretched from under its chin, around its nose –which had two slits for its nostrils- over its head –with similar slits that were slightly more curved- all the way down to the base of its neck where it broke and separated into spines.
At the dragon's feet, there seemed to be large clawed gloves. They curved, dangerously sharp, and dug into the bloodied ground beneath it. The claws seemed to be of the same material as the helmet, but the glove looked more like a light tan leather. Worn old and soft from decades of use.
The dragon snorted and flicked its head side to side. As if trying to shake off an overwhelming exhaustion.
Finally, Eragon drew his attention back to the rider. He was to far away to see the finer details of the hooded rider like gender or race. Deciding to give up on that, he turned to the more obvious features of the unknown rider,
The person had a pure white coat that went all the down to the feet. In a attempt to keep all things mysterious, the rider had the hood pulled over her head. Effectively making a dark shadow that hid her face.
(A/N: ok, since I completely suck at giving descriptions ((and apparently directions too)) ill give you a basic idea of how it looks. If you know kingdom hearts ((which I pray to god that you do)) Organization 13's coat. It looks like that except that it's white and has a dragon biting its tail at the bottom. Thank you for understanding. Long live King Mickey!!)
Slowly, the rider stood, and jumped off of her dragons head and landed with a hard 'thud' to the barren land. The rider stood without much difficulty as if the jump had barely even injured her.
Determined to know who this strange rider was, Eragon probed the foreign rider's mind but instead of getting his desired information, he got a nasty mind break. Shocked, Eragon retreated to Saphira's mind to nurse his wounded mind.
The rider coughed slightly and cleared her throat.
"Well…it looks like we came just in time…"
Eragon gasped. Only with his enhanced hearing could he hear the rider's voice. All the others looked on confused, seeing only the rider's lips moving to form unheard words.
Whilst Eragon was still gaping at obvious features, Murtagh put it upon himself to delve deeper into the mystery that had presented itself before him.
He recovered more quickly than Eragon had as he carefully examined the smaller, more hidden features.
The rider was medium height with amazingly good posture. Perhaps, the rider couldn't be a few inches shorter than himself. The oversized coat still masked any indication of gender.
As Murtagh's gaze shifted to the rider's face he was hit with a new shock. It was hard to tell with all of the obstacles in the way but red rider was sure. That girl was blindfolded which meant that she was…
' what do you think old friend, should we break their suspense? They seem rather anxious'
'well, you did interrupt their petite feud, but im ready when you are Ria…'
'allright, then lets bring them out of the dark Alta…'
(A/N: you know…I can leave you here… im tiered and starting to dislike this chapter, but then I won't want to finish it. Meh, you peoples are lucky)
The rider gave a small bow and started a well rehearsed speech.
"By my King's orders… I have come to the land of Alagaësia in this time of need of this meaningless war. This war has gone on long enough and it is threatening the border lines of my land. So, before it gets out of hand, we shall end it.
The rider paused as if letting the information slowly sink in. the childish voice that Eragon had heard before was gone. Replaced by a rougher voice that was used to commanding.
"But."
Eragon lifted his head, the girl's voice bringing him out of his slight reverie.
"To fight you all would be meaningless as well. For if there is no ruling power left after the war, who shall take control? So, by order of King Alaster, I am to lend my powers to one of the armies. My king shall judge…"
With that she raised her right hand into the air, palm up.
Eragon looked up and saw a black bird, the size of a small dragon lazily flying about and dropped a piece of parchment into the rider's outstretched hand.
"Thank you."
The rider quickly broke the red seal and scanned the parchment. After a few excruciating moments, she rolled up the paper and said…
"The one who I shall be helping is…"
Eragon's eyes widened.
Murtagh let a small gasp escape his lips.
Meh, I left it at a cliffy because I really don't like this chapter. All well, wow, only three pages, that's a new record low for me. Anyway, please review nya! Until then, ill do my best nya!
The One and Only, Lonely Kitty