A/n: So very sorry about the wait. I had a week-long vacation and I had to work out my plot. Thanks for reading. From now on I will reply to all reviews you guys give me. Not doing that is just lazy. R&R. Enjoy.
They had been flying aboard Saphira and Glade for 4 days. Apparently they were heading for the place of their training. Sylo was confused for they were heading in the opposite direction of Du Weldenvarden and Vroengard was about 50 degrees to the west.
This led him to wondering where they were training. Beor Mountains were also out for Arya and recently had a gigantic fight. The Dwarves had banished her from any of their cities, which was basically that whole mountain range.
The only thing that Sylo could figure was the Spine, or the small peninsulas near Surda that's still a part of Alagaesia. The Spine wasn't much of a possibility because the dragons weren't heading enough to the west. They were heading much too much to the south. Eragon must have made a new base for Riders near Surda that Sylo hadn't heard of. It would definitely explain what Eragon had said about the new curriculum.
On a much less confusing matter, Destino had grown a lot in 5 days. When he was hatched, he had been about the size of an average cat, but he was now more compared to a medium-sized dog.
Destino was also progressing fast when it came to flying. Saphira was being all motherly and showing him how to do aerial fights. He was amazing, doing flips and twists.
"Don't worry Sylo," said Eragon. "Saphira will not be Destino's teacher. She would mother her baby much too much. Glade will. He is extremely honorific; he will not let his emotions get in the way of his training." Sylo looked questioning at him, wondering how Eragon read his mind.
"Eragon, mind if I ask you a question?" asked Sylo. "Why are you being so serious? All the stories told of you being fun loving. Arya told me yesterday that you were too."
"It seems many things are the reason. Most I can't and won't tell you. Mostly though, I'm just grieving over Roran, he just died a year ago."
Sylo nodded his thanks and walked away. He was completely unsatisfied by Eragon's answer but knew he couldn't get naught more out of him. He decided he'd talk to Arya about it, so he walked over to the secretive but pleasant elf. Sylo knew she was going to be his master so he was trying to create a friendship between them.
He found her as Sylo usually found Arya; sitting on a cliff with her feet dangling over the edge. He walked up to her and sat down. Arya gave him an inquisitive glance but said nothing about it. "Arya, can you tell me why Eragon's being so secretive? I don't know him personally, but I get the feeling that this isn't how he normally is."
"It is simply not my place to tell; besides it would be a serious breach in trust. However, I can give you this tip. Brom, the famous slayer of Morzan, used to say that what the elves don't say is more important than what they do," explained Arya, her face impassive as she explained the traits of her race. "He knew us well and Eragon as Brom's son has this acquired trait. However, he has built on it. He learned not to tell the whole truth believably. I suppose being my mate doesn't help much either," she said with a smirk.
Sylo got up quickly and nodded his thanks to Arya. His head was spinning with the information she had given him. He rushed over to where he knew he could find Sheyanne sitting with Aboria, and most probably Sylo's dragon.
Sylo told the two ladies everything, dramatically pausing before he broke the news about Eragon and Arya. Sheyanne let out a gasp of surprise but Aboria just puffed out a huff of smoke in annoyance.
Finally figured it out haven't. I recognize that the symptoms of love are hardly there but really. Slight blushing and tiny smiles when they look at each other. The most obvious is Eragon, but everyone knows he wasn't exactly good at bottling his emotions.
Yea, Rider. Let's jus' say that a bird's eye view is incredibly nice. Destino landed on Sylo's shoulder. He glanced at him quickly, before shooting a double-take.
"Wait a moment. You talk?" queried Sylo. Destino just rolled his shoulders, explaining he didn't know. Moving on, Sylo asked, "So you guys figure out where the hell the Riders are taking us?"
"Well it seems that Arya's the loose-lipped one of the two. She told me we were going to a whole new Rider training center. She said it was about 100 miles west of Aroughs. If I recall correctly, that's the farthest south city that's still in Alagaesia."
Sylo nodded his approval, and gave her a proud smile. "Alright now that we got that out of the way, I still have two questions that need to be answered by whatever means necessary. Why would Eragon take apprentices now, considering how many of Saphira's eggs have hatched. I believe it's over a 100. Secondly, what's all this trouble happening in Vroengard? Who dare disturb the old Rider's home?"
"You nosy Urgal spit!" exclaimed Eragon. "Why can't you younglings just trust me? But if you can't I shall tell you. I'm taking apprentices because of what is on Vroengard. I am too old and way too unlucky to go up against the Circle.
As of what is on Vroengard, I can't tell you until you earn my respect. And Sylo, wrack your brains as you want, but unfortunately there is no historical parallel for the Circle, not even the Forsworn compare to their power. Now I hope you're all happy," Eragon muttered as he walked away.
Sylo just raised his eyes at the three other apprentices of Eragon Shadeslayer. He pushed his head into his hands, extremely frightened that anything could force the Leader of the Riders to take on two apprentices.
The next day they arrived at the new Rider's base, Brom Hall. It was named in the honor of Eragon's first mentor and killer of so many of the Forsworn. Arya and Eragon both called it new, but to call it that was a serious stretch of the imagination. The stone was worn with the salt from the ocean and the glass windswept from the many storms.
Not to call it ugly. No, for it was the most beautiful sight, with the sapphire-colored stones, that the young heroes had even seen. Sylo looked around, glancing at the skies. There were few dragons in the sky, mostly blues and greens, all resembling Saphira and Glade. The most spectacular sight in the whole sky, however, was Destino.
Some would say that Aboria, with her perfect color, would light up the sky. Destino almost perfectly matched the white of the clouds, which wasn't very amazing. It was his wings that made such an impression.
When his wings were out and the sun was shining, Destino's wings acted as a prism. All the colors of the rainbow shooting out through the back of his wings. Sheyanne wiped a tear from her eye and smiled proudly at Sylo. Aboria was following Destino as though hypnotized. Meanwhile, Saphira was staring gloatingly at anyone who would look her in the eyes, showing off the most beautiful creatures she had made.
Saphira, Glade, Aboria, and Destino all landed in the patio-area of Brom Hall. "Alright. Sylo and Sheyanne your corridors are just down the hall. Guys on the left, Girls the right. Saphira will take your dragons to the hold. Meet here at an hour after dawn," Arya announced, then ran off in the direction of Eragon.
Sylo and Sheyanne walked down the hallway, hands intertwined. They were so shell-shocked from everything that they didn't talk just gathering strength from the presence of the others. When they finally found the dorms, they split up.
Sylo walked right in, and found the first empty bunk. He didn't have anything to unpack so he lay down. He opened up his mind to find Destino. He chatted with him for a while before failing asleep. All that was running through his mind was the adventures he'd be having with his friends.
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