Hi everyone! I'm back with a new chapter. There might be a spolier for Brisingr in this chapter, just so you know. Enjoy!
Chapter 24.2
This golden dragon has called me young. ME! I am not young! I have lived for over ten thousand years and yet he called me young. A sharp growl rises from my throat, followed by a stream of Shadow that rushes from my now open jaws and streaks toward this golden dragon. That should teach him to never call me young again!
When the smoke clears from my attack, the golden dragon is still standing. I glace at my master to find him doubled over in pain, a faint line of black visible through the back of his tunic. Could he have stopped my attack on the golden dragon? If he did, then why?
Sorry Finca but I can't have you harming Glaedr, Tamli says as he tries to catch his breathe after casting the spell that protected that no good, traitor of a dragon.
Glaedr turns his attention to my master.
Are you injured Tamli? He asks.
This golden dragon has gotten on my last nerve! I scream in rage and send a torrent of Shadow toward the golden dragon. I don't care what his name is, he has gone too far!
Finca! Stop this please! Tamli screams at me.
I ignore his scream at me to stop. That golden dragon, Glaedr, has picked the wrong day to mess with me. First off, he calls me young! I am NOT young! Then, he asks my master is he alright after he saved this golden dragon's butt from my attack. Those two things spark the raging flame that lies within me. That flame is started and it grows. It grows to the point of my sudden attack on Glaedr.
Prepare to die like your kind did during the Fall of the Dragon Riders! I scream, remembering what Murtagh had told me about the Fall of the Dragons Riders.
Galbatorix had found thirteen that would follow him and thus they became the Forsworn. After the Fall, their dragon's names were erased from history altogether. An impressive act, if you ask me. Tamli struggle to cast a spell that would protect Glaedr from my attack, but he is still weak from his last spell. Due to his scar, it takes longer for him to recover. The creature that had made the wound on his back had indued it with his poison, drawing strength from Tamli with every spell he cast.
Glaedr roars as he is struck with my attack. Tamli can only watch in horror as the golden dragon falls to the ground . . .