Author's Note: Much to Hisota's dismay, she doesn't own the original ideas for this story, as it sole belongs to Christopher Paolini. The ideas of control of elements of Hisota's original character belongs to Dragon of Twilight and were tweaked by ObsidianTheatre, as was the plotline in the fan fiction. Hisota asks for forgiveness, because of the confusion she may have created with last chapter. The chapter wasn't in Eragon's point of view.
A wicked smile graced my jaws, as I submerged myself in a flowering shrub. Out in front of me, are two foolish Urgals, who were dim enough to assume that they would be safe hiding from the enemy in an open clearing near a lake. Both seem to be suffering from internal chest wounds, and stumbled around like drunken idiots. Once they managed to claim what was left of their senses, they built a fire and killed a deer for food. During this time, their discussions involved unintelligible cursing to whoever caused their state, and brainless muttering between one another. I quickly began to lose my patience, and was lacking the ability to remain veiled. My left hand shifted to clutch the hilt of Vitenka, and release it from its covered prison. Then the two dimwits spoke.
"Drajl*, that boy, he has the nerve to insult our master!" Boy... and he bears enough strength to injure an Urgal. Could he possibly be....?
"Do you think he was an Elf?" My eyes widened, and I clenched my sword stiffly. Another elf, in the Empire, have they sent someone to for Arya?
"Nay, the wretched Elves, have never left their cursed forest. The only known Elf in the Empire belongs in our master's hands." Only Elf? That must be Arya. With that my temper and adrenaline rose, the tree branches began to extend themselves. Life oozed out of me, as I used the cursed powers of Nymphs. I let the adrenaline seep through as the branches struck the Urgals. One's abdomen was pierced by the sharp limb; black blood drenched the emerald grass. The other was bound tightly against the trunk of another tree.
I emerged from my hiding place as the Urgals bellowed in surprise from the ambush. I strut towards the impaled one; an arrogant leer coated my face. I awakened my powers once again, and forced the branches to grow inside the bulky brute. He bawled and twisted with agony as the branches sprout from his body, spattering blood all over me and his kin. The other Urgal watched, gasping and helpless as he prepared for the same future that awaited him. Then the dying beast ceased movement.
I paused – gazing at the carcass of the second creature I killed in half a century. Before slowly turning to face my next victim.
"Now," I began, a disgustingly childlike grin plastered on my face. "I couldn't help but to overhear you two speaking about an Elf." The Urgal gaped and clamped his mouth shut. "I'm willing to make a deal, I'll set you free if you tell me where this Elf is being held." The ogre shook his head and remained silent. I drew Vitenka sharply and ripped off the Urgals' arm. He roared and wrenched around in his bindings. The branches tightened their hold.
"Tell me where the Elf is, or you will wish to wither the rest of your pathetic life away just the way your companion did." I hissed. The Urgal remained quiet. I lowered my head. A test subject? A little game I can play? An animal I can enjoy some amusement with. It has been fifty years since I felt the adrenaline in my veins, fifty years deprived of full on bloodlust, fifty years without using my powers to its full extent! Its time I played with someone's mind.
Then I felt it, a giggle erupted from my chest, it grew until a breathless cackle fell from my lips. I threw my head back as I was having hysterics. The Urgal was terrified. His life was in the hands of a psychotic fiend.
After my fit ceased to giggles, I bent down to the ground below me and placed my hand on the blacken grass, and called forth my power, the Urgal watched my progress, curious of his fate. I raised my hand and revealed the bulb of a flower. Leaning my face down, I whispered to the flower to open, and the lush crimson petals revealed itself to the Urgal and I. In the center of the blossom, there was a lethality sharp thorn. I plucked it out of the flower, and returned it to Nihility. And with the thorn, I flung my wrist, and the thorn buried itself deeply in the Urgal's neck. He clamped down his jaw, and smothered a cry.
A ruthless chuckle simmered and boiled to my throat.
"The maggots are coming!" I taunted. Then reached for Vitenka, drawing it, I sliced off the Urgals' left arm; thick ruby liquid flooded the area beneath my feet. The Urgal gaped at the place that once held his left limb. His eyes grew wider, for he was seeing something entirely horrific and gruesome. He then released a frenzied shriek, and squirmed around, his back arching.
My psychotic laughing grew once again, and shot over the Urgal's howling. Formido – the Nymph's thrilling poison that causes the victim to hallucinate, and not just any hallucination, a beautiful delirium of being eaten alive by maggots! I imprisoned my power and unchained the Urgal. The life I gave up, was restored to me once again. He plunged to his knees and began clawing at his body and face.
"Ah, Ah, AH! What's happening? They're are gnawing my arms, my head! What is this!?"
"You're going to be consumed by the maggots!" I replied, pure mock in my voice. "I stop it, if you tell me where the Elf is."
He started to roll around in the blood plastered dirt. "Gil'ead! In the jailhouse. The Shade Durza holds her captive!" I smiled. "Please, please just get them off of me! No more! No more!" I brandished Vitenka high above my head, and brought it down upon the struggling Urgal – stabbed his heart and wrenched it out, tossing the gouged out organ to the side. The deceased Urgal's eyes were wide open, his mouth agape.
"There, I made it stop." Flourishing my blade, I concealed it in its sheath; I then let out a high pitched shriek to the heavens. Watching the sky I then saw a thin, scaly, cerulean, winged snake slither through the clouded and landed before me.
"Cesidio!" I cried at the Fanghur, "I am now a step closer to immortally, Arya has been found!" I whispered. Cesidio rumbled, and I leapt to the saddle on his back. With that, the Fanghur and the Nymph soared to the heavens. And we sailed towards Gilead.
Author's Note: Hisota thanks you for reading the third chapter of "Sight" and she pleads you to please review her story so that her self-confidence can remain intact. Hisota would also like to you comment upon her writing style and her plotline so that she can improve in the future. Thank You!