She was allowed to return home the next day, she rested in bed for another day, before she began to move around. Within the next few days, her weakened condition seemed to have completely disappeared. It was on the next day, that she decided to attend one of the Council Meetings. She walked through the streets towards the large white castle, when she noticed a bunch of wagons and supply caravans moving through, then a group of armored soldiers rushing throughout the city. Blödhthringa scowled. Bleithr, come here. She said to Bleithr who still rested at her home. What is it, little one? Blödhthringa sent her what she saw. I have a bad feeling. I want you at my side. Bleithr sent her acknowledgement and soon a dark shadow swooped over her before landing in the opening in the market square, scaring a dozen citizens. Blödhthringa ignored the stares and murmurs as she walked over as she took the saddle from Bleithr's claws and tied to her. Then after a few minutes, climbed into the saddle and with a rush of concussive air, took off into the warm sky. They flew over the large dome of the castle and she whispered the secret spell, and the dome hummed with movement, two loud booms filled the city and then a partition in the dome opened; Bleithr glided through even as it began to close. Two loud booms followed as the locking mechanism slammed into place.
A stream of men and women were in the Throne Room, looking up at them, including all advisors and King Nilfiem. After getting their fill of stares, they returned to what they were talking about. Bleithr landed a few feet behind the throne and then curled up, closing the inner layer of her eye lid; so she could keep watch on the on-goings and sleep.
"...They've burned a path to Ceris, My Lord." Said Yven, pointing on a map on the low round Council Table. Blödhthringa realized everyone was armed with weapons, she returned to Bleithr and retrieved Silverlight and returned to the conversation after missing a piece of it. "How goes the progress of the elves?" Asked King Nilfiem, Yven grimaced, "It's a miracle we've been able to hold them where we have, our unnaturally powerful enemies are ruthless and merciless. It is difficult even for us Spell Casters." The room was silent for a time. "Continue to ready the Varden," as Nasuada had named their forces in honor of the Varden's campaign against the Black King, "Gray, continue to look for ways to defend ourselves from them, reinforce the walls of our kingdoms." A tall sturdy man with blonde hair with silver armor bowed in response. He looked at Blödhthringa, "How are you and Bleithr feeling?" She was flattered that he cared for her, but was nervous for him breaking what seemed like a serious meeting to inquire of her well being. "We are well, My Lord." He nodded, "Good, you are going to be needed." Without saying any more, he returned to the meeting. "Kulvnar, have you received any news from your King?" Kulvnar, the short stout dwarf nodded. "Aye. Mine King Orik wanted me to assure you that, as had Dwarves in the past, will always support the Varden. You can expect our Kurlna on the field of battle." King Nilfiem smiled and nodded. "I knew I could count on the Dwarves, please send Orik my regards." Kulvnar bowed to him. Nilfiem stood from his throne and walked down to the table and peered at the map. "Report, what are the damages?" Blödhthringa was surprised when her father spoke up. "Significant destruction to the forest and wildlife, many elves and humans living in that region have lost their lives. Could take many years, if then, to repair the damage to forest." Nilfiem shifted his weight, "And of the dead, what is the number?" Yven spoke up this time, "Safe to say a small towns worth, my lord." Blödhthringa thought she was going to be sick to her stomach.
Blödhthringa stepped forward, catching everyone's attention. "My... My King, you said I'm going to be needed? And you mention deaths of many of my people. What.. What in the world is going on?" Her father gave her a sympathetic look, but Nilfiem remained stern. "Shades." He said swiftly. "You mean..." He nodded. "The Black Hand. They've made their move, and it's not pretty. The appeared suddenly out of no where, just inside the protective wards of Du Weldenvarden, and was able to burn a path to the elven city of Ceris, or rather what was Ceris..." His voice trailed off, then slammed his fist on the table. "My Kingdom will not stand for this atrocity. My mother gave her life for this cause, for this peace, I will not stand by and watch one of our closest allies be desecrated! My final decree of the day, ready our men, build our engines of war; ignite the fury of the Varden. Anyone who dares threaten our homes as the Black King once did will receive the very same punishment! A sword through the gut!" With that, everyone broke, the many advisers filed out of the room, some remained, including Blödhthringa.
Her father walked over to her. "It's good to see up and well." Blödhthringa nodded. "Thank you father." She walked forward stopped at the base of the throne and knelt. "My King, I've come offering my services." He was silent for a time. "I appreciate that, but we are no longer in a meeting. Please, call me Nilfiem as you always have." Blödhthringa stood and nodded. "Nilfiem." He sighed. "It seems this age will have it's fair share of conflict after such a bloody age. I will not allow such monsters to ruin my mother's legacy. She deserves as much." Blödhthringa nodded again. "What would you have me do?" Nilfiem was silent. "The most likely answer would be to send you to assist the elves."
"My King!" Said her father stepping forward. "You can't be serious, my lord! To send Blödhthringa to fight those... those creatures." Before King Nilfiem could answer, Bleithr growled, shaking the throne room, Blödhthringa voiced her anger with some of her own. "Father. I appreciate your concern for me, but I am no longer the girl who needs to stay home and study. I've completed my training, do you wish to insult me or my teacher? Did you think we just neglected the pressing matters?" Her father slowly shook his head. "Then do not ask to keep me sheltered as you have. I am a Dragon Rider, father. I can handle myself, and when I falter, Bleithr is there to pick up where I lack and vice versa." Her father was silent for some time, then bowed slightly. "Forgive me, Blödhthringa. In my concern, I forgot your duty." Blödhthringa smiled and walked over to her father and said in a soft voice. "It's okay. Parents are always protective, I appreciate it." She turned to King Nilfiem. "I would be honored to fly to aid my people under your flag." King Nilfiem nodded. "I would be honored to send you, but, that is not your destination just yet." Blödhthringa rose an eyebrow. "You must fly to Furthen Dur and give this missive to King Orik." Nilfiem took out a folded white scroll with a purple wax seal from the folds of his clothes. Blödhthringa stepped up and took it from him. "After you complete your mission in the missive that King Orik will assign you, then, with a heavy heart, a Dragon and Rider are needed once again, at the forefront of history."
Blödhthringa bowed. "Your wish is my command."