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as Brom slept he dreamed, it was not one of his usual, 'little toadstools started dancing with me and then we all ate clouds that tasted like new leather (AN for those of you that don't know new leather is or rather was put in a barrel of crap), it was him seeing Fiir, who was bowed slightly before a man coved in shadow, while talking to him ,but Brom couldn't make out the words, then Fiir spun around and smiled before walking out of the chamber, then the man Fiir was talking to looked at Brom for a second and then leapt froward and stabbed him in the gut, then he held out his hand a ball of shadow formed on it before the man poured it down his throat, he stopped suddenly and Brom opened his eyes, which he hadn't realised he'd shut, and he saw Fiir and in one hand he had a sword which was thrust through the man's throat, Fiir then noticed that Brom had woken up, he picked Brom up and set him down, he pointed at the wound and Brom felt his head nod before he whispered
"Waíse heill"
then Brom faded and he gasped and opened his eyes, he was still in his slightly uncomfortable bed. Saphira was still asleep in the bowl in the next room, so Brom decided not to wake her up just yet, so he quickly put on his clothes, all elven, and trudged downstairs, it was the middle of summer so he decided against lighting the fire, then he got the bowl and filled it up with water from the nearby stream and heated it up, once he had done that he got an exquisite and very expensive mug, a present from his mother for him becoming a rider, and sprinkled some tea leaves into pot of boiling water, then he stirred it a bit and waited for it to infuse, while he did he got the wad of paper the Vrael had given him and started reading it, a few minutes later he got up and put the paper to one side, picked up the pot and poured it into the mug, he then put it down on the table next to him and continued reading, unfortunately he lost track of time and when he reached for the mug he found the tea was room temperature, sighing he reheated the mug and quickly drank the tea, before rushing upstairs to wake up Saphira, who was still asleep and put on his belt and sword, she woke with a low growl and flapped he wings a few times to get feeling back into them, then she looked at him I'm going hunting Brom smiled as he watched her take off, still entranced by her beauty
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the shadows unceremoniously threw Fiir out and onto the floor at the rosy time of 4 am, he swore quite loudly at the shadows before stalking over to hi pack, as he opened it he picked through the things in it, he finally found the small flask of hedorum, he drank it eagerly, but after a few mouthfuls he stopped and put it back. Then he pulled out the jet black sword and gave it a quick twirl and then frowned, he gave it another twirl before pulling out its sheath and belting it to him, he pushed the sword into it, he then allowed himself to be pulled into the shadows, as he shadow jumped towards the training ground he pondered this strange new assignment from his master, certainly the boy was nothing special and as for the actual, search for the dragon eggs, assignment, this Brom rider could probably do in a few weeks without his assistance, the reasons weren't particularly good and he got the feeling there was something more to this than he could guess.
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when Brom had finished with the paper he hid it underneath the massive pot he used for scrying. He then heard a knock on his door
"come in" he heard the distinctive banging of Morzan as he made his way into the kitchen. Brom turned to face him
"who were you scrying?" it was a friendly question but Brom still cursed Morzan's perceptiveness
"I was just scrying my mother, you know how she took my father's death" Morzan looked sad, they had both flown down to comfort Brom's mother when her husband of 28 years had just dropped dead, and without him she was running out of money to pay the rent. So they had got her a new job and given her enough money to pay her rent for a few months. Morzan walked over and patted him on the back
"well, I know the perfect thing to get your mind off it, a spar" Brom grinned, Morzan may have been stronger but he was faster, and speed always beats strength, until strength captures speed.
"fine, I'll grab some Faelnirv" he then walked into the storage room to get some, what Morzan had seen but didn't mention was that the scrying bowl didn't have any water in it, nor was it wet when he put his hand against the inside. Then Brom reappeared with 2 small bottles of Faelnirv and they both set off.
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Fiir had largely been ignored by the riders that come onto the training field to practise, except for a few wide eyed trainers who had appeared at 5 am and saw him running around the training field, which was about a mile around the outside. He also ignored them except for a few riders that couldn't have had dragons more than a few months, which he watched with growing amusement, once they to had got onto the training field at about 7 am. Then he saw Brom and another rider walking towards the training grounds, he decided not to interfere as he could gauge what level of expertise Brom had with a sword. When they finally got to the training grounds they both drew their swords and blocked the edge, something Fiir had never done, even in training and faced each other. Morzan attacked first by charging and bringing his sword in a massive arc down towards Brom ,who shifted to the left and brought up his sword allowing it to deflect the blow the the right, Morzan then spun his entire body and the sword whistled through the air and would have easily cut Brom in two if he hadn't jumped up just missing the sword and punching Morzan, which combined with the swing caused him stumble back a bit, he barely had time to recover before Brom charged at him, Morzan brought up énnad slytha to block the blow but Brom used the downward force to leap over the giant of a man he then rapped Morzan's knees causing them to buckle, he then gracefully spun the sword around and held it up to Morzan's neck, Morzan then struggled for a few minutes before giving up
"I submit" Brom smiled and helped up his friend
"you might be good, but how good are you against me?" everyone on the training field froze at the voice, which was distinctly drawn out and placed unusual stress on strange parts of words, the crowd parted to reveal Fiir, Brom looked at him for a second, before picking up a bottle of Faelnirv and drinking the entire bottle
"what do you want?"
"a spar" Brom groaned in annoyance, something that Fiir didn't miss
"and here I was thinking that the riders could fight armies single handedly, you're exhausted after one fight" Brom glared at him, petty he knew that, but it didn't matter to Brom. Fiir just shrugged
"that's what I have...inferred from the present situation and your sigh at my suggestion of a spar" Brom growled and grabbed his sword while Morzan and about 20 trainees looked at the two combatants, then Brom noticed something
"you say I don't want to spar but you don't have a sword" he then got a sinking feeling when Fiir smirked and curled his left fist, like last night a blade about 3 1/ feet long erupted from the gauntlet he then looked at Brom
"no sword?" he then notice Brom blocking his sword
"dear dear dear, don't bother blocking your sword and don't hold back on your magic, I want to know precisely how good you are" Brom stopped the flow of magic and the block vanished. Both of them looked at each other, neither moved beyond blinking, which was a rare occurrence, then Brom felt that Saphira was flying back to his house, he talked to her for a second and she changed course to the training ground. Finally Fiir charged and Brom prepared for an easy deflection but just as he was about to Fiir disappeared into the shadows, Brom wheeled around ready for anything, when he saw the shadows reform he charged not giving him an opportunity to block him but he raised a clenched right fist and a black shield formed, undbitr seemed to get stuck in the shield, but it was more like it was holding it in place, Brom saw Fiir smirk slightly before wrenching the sword from Brom's grasp, and kicking him in the chest, sending Brom flying back, while Fiir used the momentum to land about 15 foot away with a dull thud, Fiir then threw the sword in the ground where it cut in cleanly up to its hilt, Brom was very surprised by this, Fiir's build was was very lean, if he was entirely human, he would looked at the brink of starvation or death. But he obviously was stronger than he let on, Fiir then disappeared as he shadow jumped, Brom took no chances but ran for his sword, Fiir didn't appear, if he did Fiir would win without question, but when he reached his sword he saw something, the sword had about eight shadows, when he pulled it the shadows went taught, as if he was pulling them, which he supposed, he was. Behind him he hear a chuckle, he stood up and spun around and saw Fiir, only without his sword
"in light of your present...lack of a sword I have decided to test your strength in hand to hand" Fiir had taken off the gauntlets and Brom noted that his hands were similar to his face in that they were chalk white with a criss cross of black, his fingernails were alternating black and white, Fiir saw his interest
"I actually had this done by putting more shadow into the black fingernails, or rather, the skin underneath and removed shadow from the others" he then ran forward and threw a punch at Brom's gut, Brom easily grabbed the fist and returned the shot, but when it hit Fiir's chest it went straight through, he looked at Fiir and Fiir just shrugged before punching him with his right hand, it was less accurate but a bit more powerful and it sent Brom reeling back, Fiir didn't take any chances, he leapt forward and closed both hands around Brom's neck, when Brom still struggled he began applying pressure to Brom's neck, when Brom still struggling he lifted Brom off the floor and held him like that until he stopped struggling, then he let go and Brom fell to the floor and began gasping
"you must understand, you would have fought back if I hadn't done as such, so prolonging the fight" he then heard a roar and on instinct he shadow jumped, where he had been only seconds earlier a massive sapphire blue paw had smashed down, which would have killed him instantly, he reformed and the dragon growled at him
"I'll be going now, be ready to leave at 5 am, or I'll have to drag you out of bed myself" he then shadow jumped leaving Brom and Saphira alone, Saphira turned to her rider did he do anything? Brom quickly checked and found that Fiir hadn't done any permanent damage no Saphira growled as she looked at his memories we should be careful, he might be able to defeat me Brom sighed and began trudging back his house, he didn't look for Morzan, and he was long gone by the time he had reached his house, so he didn't realize that he had copied the paper he had hidden and taken it with him.
AN I know Morzan's sword is called zar'roc, but I think that he changed it's name when he joined the forsworn, in this it's translated as eternal sleep any other questions just PM me.