Wew! Got a couple reviews! Thanks for the criticism! It makes me self aware of errors that I am making, without further adieu I will continue! (hopefully I can write much more after finals)
Chapter #2 Rider and Dragon
Arya! he yelled down the tunnel.
Growling he trampled after her. The tunnels fine work was chiseled with symbols that he couldn't make out, most likely the dwarven emblems. This time as he exited he took time to examine the city. Its steep marble walls were embedded with rubies and laced with gold. There was no place in this marvel, instead a library sat at the top where he had talked with Ajihad. Most of the people gave him fearful glances.
That was their way of life, fear and uncertainty.
Thinking back to the plotline he remembered how many of the people in the Varden were apprehensive of dragons. Knowing them to be wild beasts with no self control. He sauntered around the outside walls, eventually he grew tired and opened the new bond he shared with Arya, His. . rider. It didn't seem right for him to even possibly have a rider. But when fate calls there is little anyone can do to stop it.
Arya you must have hope.
Arya paused momentarily, Hope is both a blessing and curse to those who have it in their hearts. Hope breeds confidence but also arrogance. Hope breeds security but also fear. It is a double-edged sword that must be wielded for a certain person. If you were to lose hope, fear and despair would set in faster than death and what was once a goal will be just a faded dream that never comes true.
You speak from a broken heart. He said as he reached closer to her mind.
Find a new way to fight the darkness that now wells up in your very soul.
I can't have anyone else be hurt by my actions. She sent him a image of a library she was in. A personal quarters for the elf.
Immediately he set out to climb there but she waved him off. There are times when you can help someone and there are times that you can not.
Eliot paused, then reached out again through the new link. He quickly found the path back into her mind. I am going to the dragon hold.
He sauntered up a set of stone stairs and up through a large marble room where the star sapphire sat on its stand. He saw a small bazer in the back. He focused his mind on the fire, it began bending to his will, he made a funnel of flames and filtered the fire onto himself. Its energy dissipated and all that was left was a few flex of compressed charcoal laying on the ground as the raw energy of the flame disapeared.
Something pressed against his flank, he jumped away, it was Saphira.
Don't do that or scare me like that! He scolded.
Sorry, I was just wondering if you would like to take a short flight with me around the city.
He paused, if I knew how to fly I would join you.
Her sides began vibrating,yo….u you don't know how to fly! She collapsed quite literally roaring with laughter.
He lashed his tail out banging it against her side, she looked at him, then jumped into the air, hovering just out of his reach. Get me young one!
He started making a human like laugh, or rather…. tried to, but it came out much the same as hers. There is more than one way for me to reach you.
Latching onto her right wing with his mind he pulled it down. She crashed. Cheater. She hummed.
I would say it is something of a talent. He answered brightly.
She lifted her glimmering head of the marble tiles.
Without notice he felt something other than Saphira's mind press against his. You know Eliot, one would say practice makes perfect.
Arya stood in the doorway, not with a smile as he had hoped but her mind practically radiated happiness, that was a start.
The cheerful morning faded into midday as Arya went to the forages to find a dragon saddle. She returned with a saddle, it was obviously made by someone who knew what they were doing, but just as obviously centurys old, It should fit you nicely till they can make an actual riding saddle for you.
She paused, would you like to try it on?
Come, I grow tired of this game, are you a dragon rider or not?
A small grin appeared on her otherwise stoic face, she placed the saddle with its woven fabrics over his back, she pulled down the straps so that they were uncomfortably tight, umm too tight? he said obviously suprised.
She undid the one on his chest slightly. Ahh, I can take a breath now!
After a few more moments of adjusting Arya pulled herself up into the saddle. Her mind was trembling with excitement. You know I have never flown far before?
She nodded, I am sure you will do fine. There is no sport better than flying, if you fail we both die so be sure that you can before we take to the skys.
He stood, Arya light on his back, she crouched down low and togeather they peered over the ledge, ohhooo that is a looong way down, are you sure you want to do this?
Stop complaining, you're acting like a hatchling. Said Saphira with Eragon on top of her gliding just outside the dragon's roost.
Get out here young one!
He groaned. You ready to try this?
Arya looked him in the eyes, Would you like to answer that?
Very well.
And with that he dashed outside the dragon hold and threw himself over the ledge. He snapped his wings open, and pushed down hard, the air thickened, pushing himself higher into the air. He tucked his wings in for a dive, Arya whooped. The air didn't feel invisible, it felt like swimming but in a substance that he could touch.
The air folded around his wings, malleable. Arya.
Yes?
Would you like to fly with me?
She began to ask questions but he hushed her. He took the energy that he had gathered from the blazer and pushed it across their link.
She gave a small gasp, that's so much energy! How are you not dead right now!
He gave the equivalent of a mental shrug. Dragons are strange powerful creatures. He stated, artfully not answering her question.
She pulled her feet out of the straps and she began weaving a spell of levitation.
He stopped her, Oh not like that silly.
He reached out with his mind flying quickly over a bonfire that was roasting a whole boar and began literally pulling the fire toward them, the energy was quickly transferred to him. Like this.
With a surge of energy Arya's arms developed a membrane between them. Now fly!
She leapt off his back, the skin allowed her to glide but not really fly but with the energy pushing her that he gave a few moments ago she was able to propel herself upward. Saphra!
What is it?
Look! he gave her a quick image of himself flying.
She quickly flipped around and flew back around to him. Well done. she said grudgingly.
He pulled a bulk of air from below pushing himself higher. Saphira roared and chased after him and Arya.
The four of them spent the afternoon like this, and later in the evening they left for the dining halls. Arya's temporary wings had disappeared entirely, for they were more of an aparation and a gliding mechanism than wings. When Eliot landed he was treated to a surprise. Apparently Ajihad had moved Arya's items to a small cave off of his.
She blinked sleepily, Eliot gestured to his side, raising a wing for her to rest under. She stretched out under his wing and he brought it down on top of her. And like this, like so many riders before them they slept in the great city of Tronjheim.
Agg finals, I hate em' anyway I hope that you enjoyed that short chapter, It took, oh an hour or so out of study time to write this. But all and all I am really happy with how this story formed. Reviews! Two of them at the time of posting, again thank you all who reviewed. It showed both as guests so unfortunately I have no one to thank for the awesome criticism, I tried to make this chapter only cover one fairly uneventful day, don't worry, he's not that strong he can't do anything and is not that cliche (hopefully).
Anyway tell me what you think! Time to shut my chatter box and go back to studying. Untill next time!
~RiseOfTheShadow