AN- Hi thank you for reading! And thanks to Rayne91 who favorited my story and me! It's thanks to you that this chap is getting written before I go away ,albeit I'm typing this at a supersonic rate the night before (wish that you had reviewed). I know that I said I would update very weekend but i'm changing it to Wednesdays or Thursdays it is easier. I own not the inheritance characters or places this chap contains bits of the Ancient lingo if I have got it wrong please tell me. Alexizlandzer and Opal is mine so is her weaponry.
Sapphires
"Please Opal try to concentrate!" Eragon cried as for what must have been the fifth time that morning her loaned sword went flying. She tried to copy the maneuvers he had shown her but they felt strange her other arm kept looking for something to do.
"It is difficult! I'm not used to only using one hand to do something!" She bent and picked up her fallen weapon. "If I use my left hand my right itches to do something and if I use my right it is my left that gives me gyp." She sighed irritated. The sword fighting lesson had been going badly, worse that badly it had been terrible. Not once had she managed to attack Eragon, she was constantly parrying his blows from that blue sword of his.
"Hmm. Maybe it isn't you. Maybe you need a double handed blade" Opal sighed, great I struggle with the weight of normal blade what will happen to me when face with one twice as heavy? She thought. Before she could voice her worries though Eragon began to walk away from the practice courts. Calling for him to wait she ran to catch up.
They were met at the armoury by Fredric the weapons master. He was not wearing his hairy armour but he did have his giant sword slung across his back as per usual, he grinned when he saw Eragon.
"You done with that sword already?" he asked him gesturing to the blade Opal had borrowed when they began the lesson. "Keep it we don't need it"
Eragon shook his head. "Opal needs a different one, this does not suite her fighting style, she needs a two handed one"
Fredric smiled at her, an expression of slight disbelief across his features," follow me than."
They were led down across the huge room to a small section. Opal gulped, every sword that was hanging up was huge, and their blades were as thick as four of her fingers. She tried to lift the smallest off the rack only to drop in on her foot, lucky for it was still in its sheath. Of coarse this made the two men double over in laughter, this in turn put her in a bad mood. Scowling she walked away from the laughing males and began idly scanning the racks to see if anything caught her eye.
To her surprise something did, in a pile of rusted breastplates an emerald winked at her, curious she dug in. her hand closed round the green stone and she tugged hard, unfortunately she tugged a little to hard. With a clatter she fell backwards landing heavily on a crate. When she regained her composure she looked at what she had pulled out. It was the hilt of a thin sword, the blade was slightly shorter than the length of her leg, it was sheathed in dark green leather with a matching belt there was another sheath but it was empty. Frowning she dug into the pile again till she found the sword that belonged to it.
Holding both, one in each hand, they felt like extensions of her arms, there hilts were silver with a smooth round emerald in the top held in place by a spiral claw, they were both identical. She lazily swung them before lunging at an imaginary enemy, testing how they felt. Whilst before her lunges and blocks were clumsy these seem to flow as if liquid, the blades were light and agile but not delicate.
"I see you've found something" she heard Eragon say when he found he.
"Yes, what they where doing in a junk pile I do not know" she said absent mindedly, still flicking the blades from side to side.
"Some of the dwarves do not like those swords in particular, they are of elven make and are centuries old. But it's the script on them they do not like. They say it is a curse, but since it is written in a text long forgotten we do not know" Fredric supplied the answer, Eragon translated. Opal looked closer at the actual length of the blades and saw there was a beautiful word inscribed on each one. What made her raise her eyebrows though was that she could read it.
"Its just the names" the two men looked at her in surprise. "Blood Luck and Lightning Happiness the language is Kwaerysaan id have thought you could have read that Eragon." Opal was not expecting the response she got by saying that. Eragon's face when white as snow and his eyes went momentarily fuzzy while his jaw seemed to lock.
"What? What did I say?" She looked at Fredric who seemed equally stunned.
"What did you call the script?" Eragon's voice was strained as if the words he spoke had a mind of its own.
"Kwaerysaan? What about it, I have been speaking it since I arrived, what so special about it now?" Opal was genuinely confused all she had said was one word. She watched wide eyes as Eragon spoke to Fredric in the harsher tongue that most people used, he nodded and hurried off.
"We cannot stay here. With the knowledge of the ancient language you have If any one of Galbatorix's spies find out you would be in his dungeons faster than I can speak with somebody in your head milking your mind or all information, we must go to Du Weldenvarden you will be safe there." Again his words seemed strange and twisted.
"Hold on! What have I said that will get me locked in a dungeon? Who in hell's name is Galbatorix?" she hurried after him as he stalked off.
"Get your things, I'll tell you when we're flying. I must speak with Nasuada, I will collect you outside your rooms. Talk to nobody about what has just happened, that is important" he practically ran down the corridor that lead to Nasuada's office leaving Opal stunned and speechless.
She walked to her rooms slowly trying to figure out what had happened while at the same time focusing on not getting lost. It must be something to do with me being able to read the script on my swords. Fredric said that it was a long forgotten text but I speak it fluently. So do a lot of people for that matter. She smiled as she pushed her door open to by greeted by an enthusiastic Alex this world is to strange for my liking.
"Hello sweetie! It looks like we get to see the elves sooner than was originally planned" she dropped the swords on her bed and scooped Alex into her arms laughing as he stuck his nose in her ear.
Since he seemed reluctant to get down she packed what little items she had removed from her bag one-handed, stuffing the new sets of clothes she had been given that morning so she "fit in" better, in on top. She slung the bag on to her shoulders and was wrestling with her new sword belt when Eragon knocked on her door. She hosted Alex on to her shoulders so that she had both hands free to do up the tricky three buckles on the leather strap before opening the door. Eragon held out a heavy canvas coat and satchel
"It gets cold where we are going and I think it would be better if Alex was somewhere secure instead of your shoulders " he said in answer to her questioning look.
"Where are we going exactly? It isn't cold out side its still early autumn, are we going under ground?" she asked struggling into the weighty coat, it was of strange design, the hem reached her knees and there was a split on each side that reached her waist. Eragon picked up her bag when she was buttoned up and hurried away, Opal jogged after him with Alex meeping in irritation at being bundled into a bag. This is getting irritating, she thought a peeved expression on her face. He stalks off and I have to practically run to catch up.
All unhappy thoughts fled when she saw what was waiting for them outside. She stood speechless gazing in awe at the magnificent beast before her, her eyes wide and reflecting the blue lights that shimmered off sapphire scales. She jumped at the throaty rumble that bubbled up from the blue dragons throat.
Other worlder you seem stunned, what is it about me that shocks you so? The voice was melodious yet alien.
You and Alex are…. a dream come true…
Yet a nightmare all the same? Was the amused reply.
Yes. Nightmare all the same she nodded.
"You can chat on the journey for now get on, we must go" Eragon was already in the saddle his hand held out to help her up, she took it silently mute in admiration.
With her legs strapped in with Eragon's she felt secure, she shortened the strap on the satchel as much as possible, gripping the bag hard the flaps fastened down with Alex's head poking through. Her other belongings had been strapped behind the saddle. All this did not prevent her from crying out when Saphira took the first great leap. Saphira flew out the largest gate as darkness surrounded them Opal felt her mind slow, she did not know how long they would be underground but the darkness pressed in on her. Whenever she was placed in a dark silent place she, for want of a better word, dimmed. In his bag Alex fell asleep while she slumped against Eragon in the saddle. After about an hour she too slumbered.
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"Wake up other worlder, you will see the first sight of the world outside Tronjhiem" Opal jerked awake at the sound of the voice in her head, if it wasn't for the straps holding her on she would have fallen at the sight that she saw.
They were flyinghigh above a tree filled valley, the sun streaming down on the making Saphira's scales gleam like polished gems. Her stomach dropped as Saphira dived suddenly, the wind forced tears from her eyes and she screamed with joy. They swooped down above the trees Opals screams making Saphira execute more and more complex maneuvers. They flew high over the sunlight land twisting and turning, swooping and diving, Opals ecstatic laughter could be heard from the ground. She turned around to look at Eragon but he only managed a weak smile in return, after a back flip followed by a vertical dive he could not even manage that. Opal laughed again before reluctantly yelling at Saphira to stop.
"He never lets me do that, it makes him ill" was the amused reply.
"Than why do it now? He's going to throw up on me!"
"You enjoyed it did you not? He told me to show you what flying was like, I think I did just that"
"Thank you I appreciate it. Will Alex be able to fly like that?"
"The young one? Yes he will with the right education"
"Saphira can you land over there please its urgent" Eragon's voice cut in, it sounded strained.
As soon as they landed Eragon undid the straps holding them in and leapt off before throwing up.
"Don't you ever do that again!" he rounded on her when he was done, his scowl deepened at the throaty chuckle and the high-pitched giggle that was the response.
He did not speak to either of them for the rest of the day.
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"Here we are. Ellesmera home of the elves" Eragon's voice was almost blown away by the wind, it was almost storm level.
"Good the sooner we land the sooner I can get answers!" Opal cried back at him. Her stomach dropped as Saphira swooped down in to a clearing. Throughout the weeklong journey to the Elven capital her frustration had been slowly growing, why was she so important? What was the word she had said? Who was Galbatorix? Why was he after her? The list went on.
The clearing was filled with elves, there beautiful faces turned up to the sky scrutinizing the newest Rider. Many glared with bitterness marring their beautiful features, Opal glared back in spite of not knowing why they felt hatred towards her. A tall stately woman in a swan feather cape walked forwards from the crowd, when Eragon dismounted he fell into a sweeping bow.
"May good fortune rule your house"
"Peace live in your heart"
"And the stars watch over you"
Opal slid down gracelessly from her perch on Saphira her body language screaming to be ignored as she untied her bags from behind the saddle. While the queen exchanged pleasantries with Eragon and Saphira, she talked with Alex under her breath, her mind was brushed with his conscious soothing her agitation, Eragon had told her much about the Elves and how there race worked, to her they sounded a little stuck up, but he revered them. The queen turned to face her, Opal smiled her crystalline smile that made Eragon's eyes widen in fear.
If she blows like she did with Nasuada she's dead!
"Welcome Opal to Ellesmera, your questions will be answered here"
"I am glad Queen Izlanzadi for I have many questions, some can wait but I wish to know one answer now" her tone was firm, not rude per say but it definitely said that she had better get this answer.
"What is this question?"
"What is so special about the word kwaerysaan?" when she said it the jarring of teeth and hisses of shock reverberated around the clearing.
"It is the name of what we call the ancient language" izlandzadi's voice was grave yet excited. "It is its true name. And with it we shall win the war"
AN- yes i'm very lucky to get this up before I left. It was finished at half ten and I must leave EARLY tomorrow for England. Unfortunately there will be no update next week for alas! I cannot take my laptop with me. (Sighs dramatically) if I have gotten anything wrong in this chapter do not hesitate to tell me. I feel as though I have said this a million times REVEIWS ARE APPRICIATED!!
