Chapter III
My Training Begins
That morning I got up and got changed then belted on my elven sword. Ellestygia was still asleep on the floor.
"Come on! Get up lazy!" I yelled, "I told you to get up ten minutes ago!"
Wha...huh...go away, she said in a sleepy tone.
"Oh GET UP or you're going to be late not me!" I yelled louder.
Fine I'm up, she said rising to her feet.
"Thank you! Wait hang on a second I need to get something," I said.
I went over to where I had set the saddle that one of the elves gave us and picked it up. I slung it onto her back, "I know you're not strong enough to ride, yet," I said buckling the first strap, "but it can't hurt to have it on."
I buckled the last strap and bolted out the door.
Ellestygia followed me, but not very closely, as we hurried through the streets into the forest, well I hurried.
"Ellestygia, faster!"
I'm trying!
"Well try harder, I don't want to be late, but I don't know about you!"
"Come on you can do better than that, I would know because I am going a lot faster!"
We finally got to the clearing where Eragon and Saphira were waiting.
"Sorry we're late, someone refused to get up," I said nodding to Ellestygia.
It's all right we really didn't care when you got here, as long as it was in the morning and you came at all, said Saphira.
Well, did you hear that, they didn't really care! said Ellestygia sarcastically.
Eragon and Saphira laughed at that.
"What?" I asked.
"It's just that this is typical new dragon and Dragon Rider behavior," they both said.
Well then, come, hatchling, over here, said Saphira to Ellestygia. Eragon gestured to me to come to the middle, facing him.
"This is where your skills will be tested," he said drawing his sapphire-bladed sword, Brisingr.
"You mean to tell me that you want me to fight you?"
"Yes."
"Well I will tell you one thing," I said drawing my elven sword.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I'm not going to go easy on you."
"Well neither am I!" he said lunging at me, and that officially started our training.
When Eragon and I were fighting I noticed we were almost even fighters. I dealt many blows that he blocked and he dealt any that I blocked. Ten minutes into our training and the silent clacking of steel on steel there was a crash of snapping metal that directed my attention to my completely demolished sword.
"Oh wonderful!" I yelled sarcastically, "just great, I can't fight without a sword!"
"Amber," said Eragon," don't worry, Felvëra the daughter of Rhunön,the elf that made the Rider's swords, has something to give you and I think it might help."
Chapter IV
Felvëra's Gift
When we got to Felvëra's house she was sitting with a sword over her lap.
"Felvëra, I have brought the new Rider," said Eragon.
"Ah, what is your name young Rider?" she asked, looking at me.
"My name is Amber," I replied.
"Oh, Islanzadí's daughter!" she said surprised she didn't know me, "Eragon it's ready."
Felvëra got up and walked upstairs into a room. When she returned she was holding a sapphire-pommel, sheathed sword.
"Whoa, a real Rider's sword!" I said very excited.
"Your dragon came to me last night and told me you didn't have a proper sword, so I made you one."
Oh, so that's why she was tired this morning! I thought.
She handed me the sword, "Here you deserve it, Eragon has told me how much you know, so use it wisely."
"Oh thank you so much, and trust me I'll use it with extreme care, I promise," I said, "I really will."
"I know you will," she said laughing, "now go ahead, take it out."
"Okay," I replied taking the sword out of its scabbard. When I pulled it out it was a frozen, ice-blue blade with an even lighter hilt, that resembled the style Zar'roc's and Brisingr's. I put the sword back in its scabbard, feeling very grateful.
"Felvëra it's wonderful!" I said enthusiastically, "thank you."
"It's nothing really, I enjoy doing this, it's my life."
The rest of the day Felvëra taught me how to use the sword properly. It was way different from the light elven sword I had used. One question suddenly dawned on me, "Felvëra, does it have a name?"
"Well, not yet, anyway, a Rider's sword is named by the winning of an important battle or you discover something that only that sword does."
"Like Zar'roc," said Eragon coldly.
"Now, Eragon, that's a different story," she said," Zar'roc got its name because…"
"Because Morzan caused so much misery," Eragon said angrily.
"Now, Eragon, I believe you had carried it around proudly, until you knew who held it, but it still meant much to you because of Brom. That shouldn't have stopped you then."
"Well it does now," Eragon said strongly, "my crazy, erratic half-brother is going around siding with the person trying to kill me!"
"Now Eragon enough talk about that," said Felvëra, " you two come back to my house and talk for a while."
"We'll come," I said before Eragon could slip out another negative remark. So we went back to Felvëra's house and talked about swords, so Felvëra ended up telling me about the history of the Rider's swords. So hours later we had to leave due to the training tomorrow.