Ok.. So Satchiel is going to break people out! Sweet!
Im gonna introduce a new character now.
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Rane was furious. She was a young woman, but some would call her a girl because of her youthful face. She had ears that, if studied, came to a point. She had fiery red hair, a nose which came down like an edge of a circle, and then went out shortly to the end.
Her cheekbones were not close to her eyes, but somewhat near close. Her eyes were starburst blue-grey, and she was tall. She had graceful, almost snapping, like a fire, movements.
Rane's father had told her back in their cottage near Yazuac, that everything was going to be fine. They had barely escaped the Urgals that ravaged the area.
They lived there until Galbatorix decided to convert the area to a training camp.
The soldiers that came told them to leave. Her father, who she inherited her ears from, said no.
She noticed how he hid his ears, but didn't think she needed to hide hers.
The soldier that came noticed her ears, and yelled, "Elf!"
Her father's hand suddenly went up and snapped the soldiers neck.
He looked at her, and told her in hushed tones that everything was going to all right.
Her mother, whos hair and eyes she inherited, had died at child birth.
He told her to pack things up, and that they were going to leave. When they were leaving, a troop of soldiers came.
He yelled for her to run, and he pulled out an elegant looking sword from a sheathe covered with leaves. He slew every single one.
He cought up with her, and they had traveled in silence.
When they got to the caravan, he fell down dead.
The caravan people checked his wounds, while she took his sheathe and sword. There was a wound there, covered by his clothes.
They told her that he should have died after she told them how long they went since the battle.
Strangely enough, she felt that she had to lie about the sword.
They buried him the next morning.
The leader of the caravan told her they were going to the Varden.
Rane agreed to come along. She needed revenge.
When they reached the Beor Mountains, they saw the fortress and thought it was the Varden.
They were mistaken.
Rane backed herself out of the past, and walked calmly with the other caravan people.
Several of the guards were staring at her, and it was either intense dislike, or.... was it...
Desire?
She shook that thought from her head too.
When they reached the prison, she saw that there were nobody there to take them to the cells.
She felt hope grow, like a seedling reaching up to the sky. Maybe they would have to free them.
Then a tall, muscled guard with a strong straight nose, a bold chin, golden-colored hair that reached to his shoulders. His eyes were green, like a shining emerald. His ears were covered.
The prison marshal was surprised and exasperated at the same time. "Go take these prisoners to their cells!"
The strange guard only nodded, a smile touching his lips.
"Well, get to it!" The marshal yelled.
The mysterious guard beckoned for them to follow him.
They went down, and Rane noticed that there were no prisoners in the cells. When they reached the end of the hall, the guard stopped.
Every one expected him to open the cells.
Instead, he pulled off his helment and gloves.
Rane gasped.
Nobody else noticed, but she saw the almost perfectly angled ears before it was covered again.
He raised a hand, and then every one gasped.
There, on his hand, was a shining mark.
The guard, or rider, said, "Adurna thrysta."
Water appeared out of no where, and crushed the wall in front of them.
He turned to them.
His angled face was full of mischeif, and he told them, "Go. This river will lead you to the Varden. When you get to the lake, go behind the water fall." He told them what to do after that.
Several shouts came from above.
The rider smiled and motioned for them to go.
He brushed past them, like liquid among rocks. He drew a sword, and yelled, "Go!"
Rane felt like it was deja vu.
But she hesitated.
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Satchiel noticed that she hesitated. He looked straight at her, and said, "Go! There isn't much time!"
The girl, no... young woman, hesitated again. She said in a voice that seemed to enchant him. "What is your name, rider?"
Satchiel stared at her. She was free to go to the Varden, Galbatorix's soldiers after them, and she wanted his name?
"Please sir. I need to know."
Satchiel shook his head. "My name is Satchiel, rider of Riohni. Leave now!"
"I am Rane. Goodbye Satchiel." Rane turned and left.
Satchiel turned back to face the soldiers.
Instead, he face a dozen magicians, staring at him menacingly. RIOHNI! COME QUICKLY!
Captain Jard, in his uniform, came forth. "So.. You're the Rider of Peril, eh? Don't seem so much now."
Satchiel replied dryly, "Well, if it isn't Captain Jard. You seem to have changed from your bath robe."
Jard's face went from red to purple.
"Get him!"
Satchiel yelled, "Adurna skolir!"
He had a shield of water, but he felt the fireballs, or whatever they were throwing at him, go against the wall.
He need to get out of there.
He started running, and released the magic after he was about fifty yards away. The magicians were thunderstruck.
"SATCHIEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????"
Satchiel sighed. You could have come at a better time, you know.
Riohni flew down beside him, and Satchiel jumped onto his back. "Well, you could have saved me the trouble, since I already knew how foolhardy you are. You don't need to prove it."
Satchiel laughed, and they flew up to their caves.
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Rane had hung back, to see what happened to Satchiel.
Satchiel. What a peculiar name.
Satchiel had made a wall of water, then ran so fast, she couldn't believe it. Only her father and herself could go that fast.
Then she corrected herself. Satchiel was a rider.
Rane ran and kept cover
THOOM!
THOOM!
Rane gasped when she saw the huge dragon go swooping down beside him.
Satchiel jumped onto the dragon, or.... Rioh? No, it was Riohni.
She could barely hear Satchiel laugh, and then both of them started to drift away.
Rane stared after them, and after they disappeared, she ran after the caravan.
She mused what had occured.
She, Rane, daughter of Halas, had seen a dragon and its rider.
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Eh? EH?! I liked this chapter.
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