A/N: I own NOTHING except Anne, her family and another person introduced in this chapter (Trust me, it's obvious who it is).
Been a while since I updated, hmmm? Sorry.
~GG
Chapter 3: A Capture and a Strange Rescue
Anne grinned. She was living in the tree house reserved for Dragon Riders. The celebration was only a day away, and she could do whatever she wanted while she waited. Anne decided to take a walk in the forest.
Myx flew after her with a flurry of questions. He was slightly larger than her head now, and he couldn't ride on her shoulder, but at least he could fly, and also talk, which he did frequently. Where are you going? Will you be back by tomorrow? Can I come? He asked in her mind as he hurried to catch up with her elven pace. Anne laughed and told him he could come. Myx squeaked with glee and flipped in the air. The two talked while they walked, and soon they were at a part of Du Weldenvarden they had never been to before. Anne stared. The trees here were small and sickly-looking. Doesn't the Menoa tree care for every tree? Myx asked. Anne nodded. Everywhere except…Anne's eyes widened in horror. Myx! We're near Ceunon! Just as she had that thought, she noticed a group of human woodcutters, who had spotted her. Myx rushed off in a blur of turquoise, but a woodcutter caught Anne in strong arms before she could escape. He shoved her arm into thick chains, and she recognized them as Boodstain metal, the only metal that could contain an elf's immense strength. How did a poor Ceunonian woodcutter get this metal? She thought. I have no idea! Why are you asking me? Myx retorted through the mental link. Anne snorted. I wasn't asking you.
The woodcutters carted her off towards Ceunon.
"What's a pretty elf like you doing in our part of the woods?" The woodcutter who had captured her sneered. Anne merely glared. When the group finally reached Ceunon, Anne knew in her heart that there was no escape. The Empire had captured her, and she would become Galbatorix's involuntary slave like Murtaugh. A little nagging feeling came from the back of her brain and her eyes rolled up in her head as she passed out.
When she woke up, Anne saw that she was on a very soft bed and her chains were gone. The covers had a strange flower design on them, and the walls were light purple. The room she was in had lots of shelves filled with books. The books weren't leather-bound; instead, they were made of a strange material. On a desk in the middle of the wall sat a white square, whith, strangely enough, had a small, white apple embedded in it. The white door opened, and a tall girl entered. She had soft brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts made out of a strange material. She was focusing her brown eyes, which were framed with glasses that were also made of a different material, onto a strange purple object in her hands. She pressed down onto the object with her thumb and folded it in half, before stuffing it in a pocket in her strange pants. The girl glanced up at Anne on the bed.
"Hello, Anne," She said, smiling.
How does she know me? I believe I am in a strange place, so how would a girl know of me? Anne thought, desperately racking her brain for any memory of the girl. Anne knew that it would be hard to forget this strange human. The girl had gone to the square, and was flipping it open as she had done with the other device. A blinding light came from the opened square, and the girl slid her fingers over the bottom half. Suddenly a paper-thing opened up on the upper half, filled with words. Ignoring the blinding light, Anne came up behind the girl, and looked at the words. Her eyes widened as she read them. It was her story! She looked at the girl, who smiled again.
"My name is GG, and I am your Authoress." Anne blinked. Authoress? What was that?
"An Authoress is a female who writes stories, like your scribes," GG supplied. Anne nodded, still confused.
"Stories are fickle things," GG went on. "It takes a skilled Author or Authoress to fully control one. Unfortunately for you, I am not that skilled. You remember how you suddenly knew there was no escape from Ceunon? Not supposed to happen. You were never even supposed to be captured. But all Authors and Authoresses have a backup tool." GG gestured at a small square on the large square. It had "delete" on it. Once again, GG ran her fingers over the bottom half of the square, but this time, the whole part of the story where Anne was captured turned purple. "Goodbye," GG said, smiling, before she presses the delete square. The strange world swirled around Anne, and suddenly she found herself back in her home in Ellesmera, Myx curled up next to her.
Do you remember me being captured near Ceunon? Anne asked him, hoping that the capture and her strange meeting with the Authoress was only a dream.
Yes. How did we get back here? Anne sighed as she filtered the memories to Myx. So it wasn't a dream after all.
A/N: Like? No? TELL! And how'd you like my attempt to describe a modern-day bedroom from the POV of someone who doesn't know what anything is? It was hard!
~GG