Ohmygawd. I am such a lazy arse. Officially a year ago was the last time I updated. I am so frigging sorry.
Murtagh: (behind the camera) You can't even update on any of your other stories, why do you bother with this one?
Sango: (Glares) Because after I cancel my othre ones there ain't gonna BE any other stories, stupid... Anyway, here's chapter 5! Sorry it's so short, I'm at a bit of a writers block, and I'm trying to get ideas from everyone.
Murtagh: Translation- she wants reviews.
Sango: Shut up! Go crawl into a hole and die!
Murtagh: If Eragon and Saphira have their way, I will.
Sango: I repeat- SHUT UP! You're spoiling the ending of Eldest!
Murtagh: Stupidmumbledownermumbleknowitall…
Sango: (sighs) Anyway, here's chapter five!
Murtagh: Hey, don't cameramen usually get doughnuts?
Sango: Actually, no, they bring doughnuts to the directors. (Slaps on a director's hat) Chop chop!
Murtagh: B-tch.
Sango: Manwh-re.
Murtagh: Sl-t.
Sango: Manwh-re.
Murtagh: You just called me that twice in a row!
Sango: So? You are one.
Rika: (who has been watching from the wall the entire time) WILL YOU BOTH SHUT UP SO WE CAN GET TO THE CHAPTER? I NEED MY SCREEN TIME!
Chapter 5
Wonders of the Past
After the story telling, the family of five bid farewell to everyone, and by the time they reached their house it was well past midnight. Another hour and a half was spent unloading everything from the wagon, and by the time everyone headed for their rooms, they were perpetually exhausted. Garrow headed straight to bed and was not heard from for the rest of the night. Mimi, Eragon, Roran and Rika all headed to their rooms presumably to bed…
But for yet another hour Rika could not get to sleep. Under her soft covers she continually twisted and turned, unable to find slumber. Finally, she groaned in frustration and sat up, holding her head.
"And from that day, he has ruled us all…"Rika sighed as Brom's words replayed in her mind, like they had been constantly for the last hours- but the question was, why would they not leave her alone?
Shaking her head, the thirteen-year-old swung her legs off the side of her straw bed, her feet finding the cold wooden floor before her weight was placed on them. Her violet eyes swept over her tiny, bare room, her clothes piled under her bed, the stone lying on her bedside table, before she tentatively reached out and opened her door, closing it softly behind her. Carefully, she crept down the hall, past Eragon and Mimi's rooms, wincing as the wood creaked beneath her. It was only when she turned the corner into the kitchen that she realized she was not the only one awake.
Roran sat at the table, his strong chin laying atop his clasped hands, a small candle providing a flickering source of light. As Rika took a seat across the table, Roran did not look up.
"Hello Rika."
"Why are you up so late, Roran?" She whispered. Roran didn't answer immediately, and Rika took the time to scan her brother's face- it was emotionless, his intense brown eyes fixed upon nothingness, in deep thought. Finally, he sat up straight.
"I cannot stop thinking about Brom's stories. And what of you?"
"The same." Was the reply, as Rika placed her head in one hand and waved the other over the fire of the candle. Roran's eyes followed her hand as it continued to move over the fire, moving increasingly closer each time. Finally, Rika passed her hand right through the flame, before resting her palm straight in the center of the searing fire. She was unflinching, absorbed with the flickering light. Almost five minutes later she pulled her hand back and rested it on the table. Roran cocked an eyebrow and reached foreward to do the same thing, but he had to pull back immediately because of the searing heat. He growled and waved his hand about.
"I still cannot figure out how you do that, the fire should melt your skin."
"The fire has never hurt me. I bet I could roll around in the hearth and not feel a thing."
Roran rolled his eyes, unsurprised- Rika had been holding her hands in the center of flames and not getting burned for as long as he could remember.
"I've been thinking… about the eggs. I've heard Brom mention once before that all Digimon are born from eggs. Do you think our eggs are Digimon?"
Rika looked up at her adoptive brother with a raised eyebrow. "They could be. Although the question of why they came to us still remains- what are you smiling at?"
She made this accusation because Roran was suddenly grinning at her. He laughed shortly.
"Nothing, I just find your knowledge amazing for one your age. You learned to read when you were six just by the snatches of conversation you heard from the Carvahall scholars, and even today you are amazingly cunning."
Rika smiled just a bit, shaking her head. Finally, she stood up and stretched.
"I'm gonna go try and catch some rest."
Roran stood also. "As will I. Goodnight, Rika."
"Night, Roran." Just as he was moving to blow out the candle, Rika flicked her wrist, and the flame went out before she disappeared from the room- but she definitely was not going to sleep.
Rika and Roran were not the only ones that could not get to sleep. Mimi had also lay awake for hours in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind wandering on many things. First it had been Brom's stories, then it was the eggs, then it was how she and Sora had found the eggs… then it was what had happened before the walk back.
It seemed to have been so long ago (and literally it was-almost a month) but now that she thought about it, the memory pained her. How Tayoko had believed he could violate her like that!
"Will every man treat me like this?" The girl wondered around, even though the walls provided her no answer. Sighing, the young woman ran a hand through her pink hair and threw her toned legs over the side of her bed, reaching out and grabbing her fuzzy housecoat as she stood. Wrapping her arms around herself, Mimi strode towards the windowsill, on with her golden stone and her green egg stood upon. Through the window she could see that snow was very softly falling to the earth.
Senselessly, Mimi's eyes gazed out onto the fields of snow that were Palancar Valley, all of the crystal beauty outside… and yet she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loneliness.
Is this all that is destined for me?Again, Mimi sighed, pulling her housecoat tighter about her tiny figure. She knew it- she was being WAY too self pitiful. Deep down, Mimi knew that she had a whole lot going for her- looks, passion, a future…
So what was it about this problem that kept her dwelling?The seventeen-year-old ran a hand through her hair once more, before her honey-brown gaze fell upon the windowsill- and with that, it also fell upon her stone and her egg.
"This is stupid." She murmured aloud, but all the same, she gently picked up her golden stone and- feeling a bit regretful for leaving her egg behind- carried it back to bed. She slipped slowly back under the covers before hugging the rock to her chest.
Hey, she needed some comfort. And the stone seemed to give it to her- it felt warm against her bosom, almost like it was vibrating in the cool…winter… night…
She opened her eyes, and immediately a burst of pain erupted from somewhere in the back of her head. Her mouth felt dry, her throat sore, and her eyelids so caked with some material that she could barely open them. A soft moan escaped her lips as her slender hand flew to her forehead.
A gloved hand entered her vision, and her gaze followed the length of the arm extending from the body. A man was standing above her, holding out his hand to Mimi, who was sprawled out in the dirt. Mimi felt her insides squirm- he was extremely handsome, with a muscular build and a square-shaped, well-defined face, in which a long, broad nose and two intense brown eyes sat. His dark hair fell into his face in straggly chunks.
"Get up." He commanded Mimi- and she could tell that he was only about two years older than her by the sound of his mature voice. "Arise and fight. I would have expected one taught by Brom to fight better."
Mimi scowled, returning a defiant glare to the man. "I can fight… just… not against one so skilled as you. But if you'd let me use magic-"
"I have no doubt that you would send me flying with magic, but there will come a time when it will not be enough… besides…" And he grinned slyly, extending his hand a bit farther, "I can only be as strong as so many Urgals."
Mimi took his hand and let him hoist her up, blowing a chunky strand of hair out of her face. "You speak with great wisdom. Tell me- what is your name?"
The young man seemed to debate that request for a moment. Finally, when Mimi took a quick glance down, he tackled her again, this time letting him fall to the ground with her.
Mimi gasped, her the skin on her cheeks quickly transforming into a red hue- he was right on top of her. She could feel her thighs squished against his, her small chest molding with his muscular one- and he was so close that his breath was whistling calmly along the contours of his face, their noses were touching, their lips were mere millimeters apart…
A full five minutes passed, and vaguely Mimi wondered when he was going to get off of her. She mentally felt a presence wondering what was wrong, and a high, audible laughing was coming from the right. The man smiled suddenly, hoisting himself off of her and brushing himself off.
"You're smarter than you look. You didn't cave in. And I don't know how much it will be worth to you, but I'm Murtagh. And you need me, Mimiru, Princess of the Dragon Riders."
Slowly, Mimi opened her eyes. Once again, she was in her room- The moonlight had ceased filtering through her window pane, and the settling dark seemed quieter than Mimi had ever heard it before. She attempted to grasp what had appeared to her in the dream, but the remnants of it were slipping away like water in her cupped hands. All she could remember was the feel of the warm breath that had so calmly whisked across her face…
After a while she wondered what exactly had woken her up (the house was deadly quiet). However, as she sat up, an extremely loud "EEP!" tore through the quiet night air, answering her question. She yelped and jumped backwards off of her bed, kicking the stone off of the other end of the bed and landing painfully on her buttocks.
Holy hell, what was that?Breathing heavily and nursing her sore backside, the young girl crept up onto the bed and flattened herself against it, ninja style- her eyes were whipping around the room crazily as she lay sprawled on her back, terrified, and she cringed as a third short shriek erupted from the floor below her head.
"HOLY FUDGE!" She whispered in horror, slowly peering over the end of the bed to see the golden stone on she floor, rattling insanely and glowing with some sort of perturbed energy. Immediately Mimi ripped it off of the floor and shoved it under her pillow, trying to muffle the sound.
It'll wake everyone up! She mentally told herself, thinking of Roran in the room next to her. However, her pursuits were halted when the door creaked open- Mimi looked up to see Rika, holding a similarly squeaking, vibrating and glowing ruby as well. Her face was covered in sweat, her violet eyes pale and wide- and if there was one thing that terrified Mimi more than anything, it was seeing her sister, strong, brave and sarcastic, fearful.
Without a word the girls leapt up and bounded off down the hall, flying into Eragon's room with all possible haste while still managing to do it in silence. Eragon looked up as his sisters dropped their stones onto his bed and squeezed behind him- now the ruby, the gold chunk and the sapphire were all bursting with energy, shaking faster and faster- the siblings crowded together, terrified to see what would happen next-
CRACK. The sound was quiet as a large crack appeared in Rika's ruby. Immediately from that crack thousands of tendrils began spreading across the surface, quicker, wider…
At about the same time the stones previously in Eragon and Mimi's possession also gained cracks in them- Eragon's was starting to push outward from the inside, followed by Rika's and Mimi's doing the same…
And suddenly three small, scaly heads were extending from the stones. Eragon's was the first to climb out- two small forelegs appeared from within the blue fortress, followed by five other limbs as the small being toppled onto the bed sheets. It cried out in a croaky voice, almost as if it were laughing.
Rika's simply grew tired of trying to get out and began to chew away at it's prison, an effective tactic- but the tiny golden beast emerging from the gold stone was the second to become free, before it's tiny little legs collapsed with the effort of holding the body up. The blue animal cackled softly before going to nip at the gold one's neck, a playful sign. The red one, now feeling a little bit left out, yawned pitifully and extended it's membrane-encased wings. As they unfolded from the tiny creature's body Mimi released a small shriek, which Eragon and Rika both attempted to stop with their hands as reality began to sink into the three-
In front of the siblings sat a trio of tiny, weak and newborn dragons.
Well, hope ya'll liked that! Next chapter: Will the three reveal the secret of the dragons to their friends? Or will they be interrupted by a few more… arrivals that have been a bit more anticipated? That's right everybody… THE DIGIMON ARE COMING!!!
Murtagh: (who has yet to get the balls to come out and face Sango) snickers
Sango: looking peeved May I ask what the hell is so funny?
Murtagh: Oh, nothing- you just look really stupid when you're trying to be dramatic.
Sango: BS. I'm an actress. I'm always dramatic. Anyways…
Kitty and Amythest: Well thank you for your positive feedback! There will be much more of the pretty eggs soon. .
DaALCh: It is a shame that Digimon is less popular, but after they cancelled the viewing of it in North America (or at least Canada) lots of people haven't been able to watch it… Maybe we should all sign a petition and send letters to the North American TV networks to put Digimon back on, who's with me?
Kaytiffer: Thank you very much!
Inukagtogetherforever: Thanx! Um… sorry I wasn't able to update soon… . lol :P
