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Emeralds
Eragon walked back to the Mirror Room slowly letting his mind go over what had happened in the past day or so.
It was one of the elves that had uncovered the old paper with the description of the Mirror. The writer of the paper had been one of those foolish enough to try and scry the future only when she had tried it she had been successful. The elf, whose name was Hetath, had seen Galbatorix's victory over the riders and she had seen all that would come after it. She had recorded it all carefully, she had seen how much terror his reign would bring so she took matters into her own hands.
After documenting everything she had seen she made a mirror. A mirror of white marble so smooth that it reflected everything. After this she stole into the place where they stored the dragon eggs, when she found the one she was looking for she took it and placed an enchantment upon it, she than hid it carefully in her home. Then she turned to the mirror.
She had known it would kill her, this mirror, for she had seen it do so, she placed her hands on the cools surface and said the words. She twisted the reflection of the mirror and turned it in on it self, making reflect not that of this world but of others. She had smiled as the last of her energy was sapped from her body at the image that portrayed itself upon the surface that she slumped against, certain that she had done the right thing.
The paper had explained how the Mirror worked, how with the correct words it will show the next rider and how with the right number of people they could transport her there. The paper explained how the Mirror will 'twist' the minds of those who passed through so that there mother tongue would be the mother tongue of the first person they heard. Hetath had known an awful lot about her creation before she died, she had put in a warning that the mirror can only be used once because the marble would crumble afterwards from the intense pressure that the transaction would put it through and that whoever went to collect the Rider would have only a few minutes. As soon as Ayra had retrieved the last egg from Galbartorix's stronghold they had formed the coven of magic users who would be used to bring the new Rider through the Mirror.
Eragon had been shocked at how young she was, only fifteen and undeveloped Eragon had almost protested against bringing her until he had realized that Saphira had hatched for him at that age. The new Rider-to-be could be seen through the mirror via any reflective surface, they had followed her throughout the day till she had fallen asleep before deciding on who should bring her through.
It had actually been Ayra who had suggested him, he had been more than willing to stay behind but it was agreed that it was only fitting that a Rider should bring a Rider. So it had been him that had stood before the strange image of the dark room where she lay sleeping while the mixture of elves and human magicians formed a circle around him. He remembered the intense pain of the journey to the other place with a shudder, it was worse than the attacks his scar used to cause him but it had passed as soon as it had come so it was not as bad.
The room he had found himself in was strange, he had seen no light source so he had fumbled in the dark before creating a small glowing globe that hovered above his head illuminating the scene. The walls were a light blue and the floor was cluttered, a large wardrobe was at one end while the bed was at the other. Looking down at the sleeping girl Eragon thought about what was going to happen to her, she would wake in a world very different from hers if her room was considers the norm, without anything to remember her own by. Deciding on what he was doing, the knowledge that time was ticking making him speed through her things he flung items that she owned into a bag he had found on the floor; clothes, a book filled with pictures of people that sort of thing. When his eye caught a large selection of crystals he stopped for second to think before scooping them into the bag as well; they would come in useful with her training. He picked the sleeping girl out of her bed carefully so not to waked her before diving in to the rippling surface of her wall mirror.
When she revealed that her new Mother tongue was the Ancient language Eragon could not have been happier, for everything was working out right once. She had been a little reluctant to stay though and Eragon decided not to tell her that the mirror had disintegrated shortly after they had left the room because he believed it would be bad for her mental health.
He had reached the Mirror room pushing the door open he was hit with a barrage of questions. Before he could answer any of them lady Nasuada silenced them.
"How is the new comer?" she asked. Eragon could see a thousand questions burning behind her eyes but he knew that she would only ask them when they were alone.
"She is alright I think, a little on the distressed side but is coming round to the idea of being in a new world."
"Have you told her that we believe her to be the new Rider" Ayra stepped forwards to ask. At that moment a faraway scream screeched down the corridors making the entire room jump in surprise.
" ERAGON! GET HERE NOW! ERAGON!!" Ayra smiled a twisted grimace as Eragon sprinted away to the source of the scream.
"I guess that answers my question," she murmured as she walked after him.
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"ERAGON YOU HAD BETTER BLOODY TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON BEFORE I KILL SOMONE!" Opal rounded on him as he ran into her rooms. He grimaced, she had said it in the ancient language and meant it. He looked around briefly to assure himself that his assumptions were correct. Yes the egg was hatching, albeit far sooner than they had expected this was good. He strode up to the distraught girl and put his hands on her shoulder looking deep into her eyes as he had before.
"Calm down Opal, don't say anything rash or you will regret it, sit down what I have to say may cause some shock" she looked incredulous at the thought that what he may say would shock her any more than she was already but still she sat down on the bed, shooting glances at the rock egg on its table.
"Centuries ago a very powerful elf called Hetath scryed the future." Her paused to see if this got any reaction from her, there was none.
"She saw the terrible times that we are in now and she saw how there would be one last dragon egg that needed to hatch. But she also saw how important the Rider for that dragon would be. To make sure that the Rider would be found by that right people she place the egg under a enchantment making the dragon inside choose a person from another world to this one. She than made a mirror, one that would show the world that the rider chosen by the egg, before completing it she wrote down the spell that would bring you here. Centuries later the mirror was found, the last egg recovered and you were the one that the mirror zoned in on"
Partway through his explanation Opal had closed her eyes, when she spoke it was with the quiet, low voice of somebody who was desperately trying to keep calm while bordering hysterics. She did not open her eyes.
"So, I have been brought to another world where there are elves, dragons and magic mirrors?" she was shaking slightly now with the effort of not breaking down.
"Well, the mirror was a one off but there are elves and dragons there are also humans and dwarves" he said gently hoping that she would take comfort in the fact that there were others of her kind in this world. It would appear that she did not, her eyes snapped open and she reeled back in and volatile mix of shock, anger and hysteria.
"I SUPPOSE THAT YOU WILL TELL ME NEXT THAT THERE ARE ORCS AND GIANT GRIFFINS AND THAT I SHOULDN'T BE SUPPISED IS BLOODY HARRY POTTER CAME TRAIPSING IN ON A BROOMSTICK FOLLOWD BY A HERD OF FLYING PIGS!!!" Eragon winced as she yelled at him, springing up from the bed; the tiny plateau of calm had long since gone. He decided not to ask who harry potter was.
They both startled by a small squeak, a scaly leg poked out of a hole in the shell against all odds this appeared to calm Opal a little, she walked over to it and stroked the shell lightly.
"A dragon… my dream and nightmare…" he heard her mutter to herself. Some body knocked on the door but she did not notice Eragon opened it to reveal Ayra and Nasuada.
Under Opals hand the eggs rocking became quick wriggles as if a strong force was assaulting all the walls from the inside, the others head snapped up from there conversation at her screech as the baby exploded from the egg, bits of shell flew every-which-way. Opal gazed in wonder at the shining, dark hatching licking itself on the small table, her hand reached out slowly and stroked it. Pain exploded throughout her body, she did not cry out, her eyes rolled to the ceiling and she collapsed in a dead faint.
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Opal was woken by a small, hard head nuzzling her neck, when she looked down a pair of bright, inquisitive emerald eyes met hers. The dragon hatchling squeaked happily at her and she smiled back. All those years as a kid she had longed for a dragon, she had read so many books and seen so many films, now this! Her childhood dream come true!
"Hello cutie" she said pushing her self up into a sitting position on the bed she had been put on, ignoring the little thing's squeals of displeasure. Ayra looked up from where she was picking up bits of shell when she heard her say this.
"You're awake, good. Eragon has gone to inform the elves that last egg has hatched, Nasuada has gone to get some food for the little one. You should name him" she said matter of factly. Opal smiled when Ayra called Nasuada by her name, without any titles attached. She than turned her attention to the most important matter at the moment.
"I think he looks like and Alex," she said holding the baby in her arms he looked at her a feeling of another conscious brushed her mind.
"Don't be foolish" Ayra snorted, "Alex has no stature, it is a name of a commoner not such a noble creature like a dragon. What about Roslarb? He was a great warrior" Opal looked at the creature in her arms the mind brush she had got came again bringing with it a felling of irritation. She laughed.
"No, I don't think so"
"Jura? Fundor? Galzra? No? Hmm" she carried on rattling off names of past dragons.
" I think he wants a new name, one that has never been used before. I still think he's an Alex" the creature in her arms wriggled as if in agreement.
"Don't be ridiculous let me think" was the stern reply.
"Alexizlandzer? 'that noble enough?" she felt a contented thought brush her, yes he had chosen that.
"That is Alex with izlandzer stuck on the end" she scowled.
"It doesn't really matter what you think he has chosen it," she said calmly than she looked down at the contented creature in her arms. "My little Alex"
It was than that Nasuada returned with a bowl of meat in one hand and stew in the other. She smiled much more friendly then before and slightly apologetic. She said something before remembering that Opal could not understand, so she looked at Ayra who translated:
"I brought some food for both of you, I hope that we can put earliers misunderstanding be hind us."
Opal nodded and smiled taking the two bowls. She placed the meat beside her and crossed her legs. Nasuada smiled at the two youngsters attacking the food before them.
"Dos he have a name yet?" she asked Ayra.
"Yes" she looked disapproving as she said it "Alexizlandzer" Nasuada raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
"You should rest today must have been very long for you and dawn is fast approaching, your lessons begin tomorrow." Ayra translated again, she placed the eggshell shards in a bag. "Eragon will meet you outside your door in the morning". She and Nasuada walked to the door.
"Hey, can you please leave the shells? I think I would like to do something with them," she asked. Ayra silently handed the to her a perplexed look on her face but she said nothing as she tossed the bag on to the bed before leaving.
After placing the bag and the bowls on to the bedside table she climbed into the bed Alex curled up on the pillow near her nose. She smiled at him.
"Don't snore," she muttered not expecting a response, the dragon just snorted.
AN- yes I know not all that much happened but I wrote this so that the whole mirror thing was explained and Alexizlandzer hatched and got his name. Please, please, please review.
