Okay, here's the next chapter… it may be my last until Sunday night or Monday morning, but by then I'll have quite a few chapters typed up, probably more than I have had in awhile… So I'll either post a few a day or a lot when I get back, if I'm offline.
Disclaimer: Chris P owns the Inheritance Cycle. Not me. End of story…. D:
Arya approached the treehouse, being pleasantly greeted by many elves. Kaïdon was cooed at by everyone she passed. She stepped inside the treehouse and was left in silence.
Greetings, Arya. Saphira said.
"Hello Saphira." Arya responded, already at the top of the stairs. She was walking toward the exposed eggs, and looked to Kaïdon's shoulder. The gedwëy ignasia began to shine slightly.
So this is Kaïdon? He is quite the little one. Saphira smiled, her large fangs showing. Kaïdon stared at them and laughed, reaching out to touch Saphira. She put her head near his hand, and he patted her, squealing with delight. Arya and Saphira laughed the sight, enjoying it.
Kaïdon then noticed the dragon eggs. He grabbed one of his pointed ears and pointed at the gold one. Arya set him next to the eggs with Saphira's permission. He poked the gold egg and then hugged it. A blinding light appeared out of nowhere, and Arya covered her eye, knowing it came from her son's gedwëy ignasia.
When the light faded, everything was still the way it had been before the flash. Kaïdon was hugging the egg as best he could considering his size, and the egg was still an egg. Arya smiled. "I'm guessing we have a future Rider."
Saphira nodded. She was blinking rapidly as if the flash still hurt her eyes. Kaïdon let go of the golden egg and stretched an arm up to his mother, who took him in her arms. He closed his green-grey hues and began to sleep.
--Three months later--
"Come here, Kaïdon. Aye, come to Daddy." Eragon held his hands out as his infant took a few unsteady steps from Arya to him. Kaïdon fell at the last step, and Eragon caught him before he could put his hands out. The babe had learned to catch himself when he was walking and fell accidentally.
A week earlier, Kaïdon had pointed at Bhronnë and yelled, "Dragon!" It had been his first word. Now he looked at Eragon, opening his mouth to speak. "Daddy, see dragon! See Dragon!"
Eragon chuckled goodheartedly. "Alright, Kaïdon. We can go see the dragons." He looked to Arya as he picked up his son. "What are you going to do while we're gone?" he asked her.
"I'll be practicing with my sword. Rhunon had smithed one with me, and I named it Wyrda abr Fyrn, Fate of War." Arya drew an emerald blade from her sheath, the name inscribed upon the hilt.
Eragon admired the blade with a stare. He was breathless, just as he was the first time she had taken off her clothes in front of him. "Wow, Arya… wonderful work." He said, staring at the pommel. Kaïdon stood in front of his head then, an impatient look on the baby's face.
"Daddy! Dragons! Dragons! Wanna ride!" Eragon picked him up, waving to Arya, who had sheathed her sword. He walked out of the Hall, where they were still living, and towards the treehouse.
Arya stepped out of the hall also, walking slowly to the training fields. She saw Vanir there, and nodded to him. He walked over, muttering a greeting to her. "Would you like to spar, Queen Arya?" He asked politely.
She nodded, unsheathing Wyrda abr Fyrn. He looked quite surprised at the blade. "You got yourself a Rider's sword, eh?"
Arya held out her palm, which now held the gedwëy ignasia of a Rider. "Only for a Rider herself." She stood in an offensive state, ready for him. She put pressure on Vanir's mind. She felt returning pressure and leapt at him, sword raised.
He parried her attack easily, stepping aside and swinging at Arya's exposed hip. Her blade met his with sparks, and she whipped him around, clashing swords being the only sound in the clearing. Many sparring elves had paused in their battles to view this spectacle, not knowing who would win: Vanir, who had been practicing magic for six months, or their queen, who had just spent nine months with a child inside of her?
Arya's short hair whipped at her face, and she finally found a weakness in Vanir's barrier. She broke into his mind, filling it with white noise. He hesitated and she and flipped his blade out of his hand, flicking her wrist so that it rested on his neck. "Dead."
Vanir paused. He then broke into Arya's mind, and she attacked him with daggers in her mind, making him retreat from it. "Do not try that again, Vanir. What honor is there in trying to attack your opponent when you are already dead?" She paused, gathering in her river of magic. "Malthinae." Vanir was frozen in place.
"Do not let anyone release him, for they will feel the same punishment," She took in a breath, "Vel eïnradhin iet ai Shur'tugal." Upon my word as a Rider. She sheathed her sword, walking off of the sparring field.
Okay, I know this chapter is really short. I couldn't come up with anything else, so next I will do a time-skip chapter full of action. Okay, guys? Please review!!