Same night chapter… not in the story but I wrote them on the same night.
SKIP TIME: 6 years.
No Arya hadn't woken up yet. This will be explained in the first few paragraphs.
Disclaimer: Shift key still broken… I have to change my type style. Don't own anything in this story.. just the chars I made.
Katrina drew upon her magic and yelled, "Skölir nosu fra brisingr!" Shield us from fire! The gray flames that blew around her and Eragon were harmless; not even their heat reached the two Riders. Sorcha stopped breathing fire and let Katrina release her spell. The newer Rider was still filled with energy.
"Good, Katrina. I see your magic skills have improved quite a lot since Murtagh's teachings." Eragon said. Katrina had spent the first two years of being a Rider mastering swordsmanship as her dragon grew. The next two years were spent mastering the bow and arrow and the past two years working on magic.
In those years, Ayra had not woken up. Her presence grew stronger by the day, however. If not for Arya's condition and Katrina becoming a Rider, he would have returned to Ellesmera long ago.
Now Nasuada ruled the land of Alagäesia. It was a peaceful country as of the past year, since the last half decade was used to bring poverty away from the land and establish a strong leadership beside her King, Murtagh. Orrin still ruled Surda, and the elves had not yet come out of the forest until Eragon returned with Arya. The borders of Surda were allowed to be crossed by all, and dwarves had made a few cities not far from the Beors. Eragon had no news of the three eggs in Du Weldenvarden hatching, and Saphira had not felt anything on the matter.
Roran approached Katrina and placed a strong kiss on her lips. She was done with her training now, and only to find out more about the world of Riders on her own. The secrets were kept within the Head Rider, Eragon. Some were known to Murtagh and Arya, but not many.
Sorcha, Katrina's dragon, was figured out to be what Eragon thought it to be: A hermaphrodite. Sorcha could be any sex it wanted; and had been "female" since her hatching. She was Thorn's mate, but had not produced eggs yet as she was not sexually mature until three months from now. At least that was what Eragon's scroll told him.
I need to hunt. Sorcha projected to the three other dragons. Anyone care to join me? agreement coursed through Thorn, Saphira and Bhronnë as they all took flight and directed towards the Burning Plains, which had turned into a huge, lush forest.
Eragon noticed that Roran and Katrina were kissing rather strongly, tongues included, and their youth Jacob approached. He went to Eragon.
"Hi, Uncle Eragon." He said. The twelve year old boy reminded him of his own son, who had contacted him by mirror. They looked quite alike.
"Hello, Jacob." He said, turning himself and his nephew away from the boy's parents. "How is your sword training going?"
"Well, I would say." It seemed that the youth was not telling the thing he wanted to tell Eragon. "Can we take a walk?"
Eragon nodded, noticing Jacob's nervousness. They had gotten a little ways from the town –which had used to be the Varden outpost- when Jacob sat on a large stone. Eragon sat beside him. "What is it you would like to talk about, my nephew?"
"Well… I've noticed my mother's ears are now pointed, like an elf's. Is that what magic does to you?" he asked.
"No, that's from her dragon, Sorcha."
Jacob looked to the ground. "Can I learn magic too?"
Eragon picked up a pebble from the ground, remembering his father. "I was fifteen when I began to learn magic. Now, being thirty-three, I still find new spells to use." He grabbed some brush and spoke, "Brisingr." The tinder burst into flame, but Jacob didn't jump. "It means, 'fire'. That was the first spell I heard, the first spell I cast –which was on accident- and the name of my sword. But you will start using a different word.
"The word means, 'rise'. It is pronounced, rïsa." Eragon had Jacob repeat the phrase a few times. "You will delve deep into yourself to find the small flow of magic there, and speak the word." He dumped the pebble into the boy's hand. "When you do, hold this pebble in you flat hand and concentrate on it. It may take quite a few tries, but the pebble will rise from your hand. Stop the spell if you feel weak immediately by releasing the flow of magic. It will be easier to access once you've tried it more.
"And if you like, talk to your mother about it. She will give you advice. The pebble is how I started using magic. It is useful for killing prey. If you like, you may practice with me when I have free time."
Jacob took this all in, and seemed to be immersed in the sight of the pebble. "Rïsa." He said. The pebble wobbled in his hand and lifted a little bit from the surface of his palm. He began to sweat and let go of the magic, letting out a sigh of relief. His face, which had turned red, went back to its pale coloring.
"Good start! Keep practicing, every day at least." Jacob looked at his feet again, moving one of them in the dirt meekly.
Eragon let his pride drop and turn into concern. "That isn't what you wanted to talk about, was it?"
Jacob shook his head. "In a way, I guess it was. I want to meet my cousin Kaïdon." Eragon nodded, understanding. "Well, when your Aunt Arya wakes up from her coma we will fly to Ellesmera and you could come with your mother and father, if you like."
Jacob looked up with bright eyes. "Really?" Eragon nodded and Jacob hugged him before running off at the call of his swordsman teacher, pocketing the pebble.
Eragon jabbed Roran in the side, causing him to stop kissing Katrina. He frowned at his cousin. "Well I wasn't going to let my sister-in-law and new Rider take off her clothing in front of the whole town." He said innocently. Roran blushed and Katrina laughed. "I'm not that new. You've taught me all you can so I know how to get back at you for that." she said.
"I'm going to grab something to eat before I go back to Arya. Anyone want to accompany me?" Eragon continued, beginning to walk to the cook's building.
"You sound like Sorcha." Katrina said, jogging to catch up with him. Roran wasn't far behind.
"How is Arya?" Roran asked Eragon once he was walkign beside his elven cousin's unbreaking stride.
"Still not with us, but not quite in a coma. I would say she's unconscious rather than the other state."
"And has been this way for close to six years?" Roran asked doubtfully. Eragon nodded and asked for a plate of fruits, waving to his cousin and sister-in-law.
He sat next to Arya. She seemed to feel him; at least her mind did. "I wonder if you've been able to hear me all along…" Eragon had told his mate while in that state the things going on in the world. He knew as soon as she awoken he would share six years of memory with her.
Swallowing, he realized today was Arya's one hundred and twelfth birthday. She still looked twenty-six, as did he. He brushed her oily hair out of her face, knowing she will want a bath soon after waking.
Her mind surged with energy all the sudden, and Arya moved her toes and fingers. She opened her emerald eyes to see a concrete ceiling instead of canvas, feel under her a hay mattress instead of a cot and sense Eragon's presence… and smell food.
"Arya!" He abandoned his fruit and rushed to her. She sat up slowly, bending her elbows and knees as if to make sure they still worked. She wiped her eyes of sleep and embraced Eragon.
"It's been awhile, I see." She said. Eragon had missed her voice for so long, the effort of not crying out with joy was overwhelming.
"It's been six years, Arya." He told her.
"Really? It felt like twelve when I was falling into my body." Arya said. Her eyes went thoughtful as Eragon pressed his lips against hers, opening is mouth and slipping his tongue inside hers. She twisted his tongue around her own slowly, finding strength in her now and pushing harder against Eragon's lips. She maneuvered herself to where she was sitting in his lap with her knees on his hips and her feet near hers, as it was much more comfortable.
During the kiss, Eragon explained what had happened in the six years with images and other things of the like as he ran his hands up and down her sides. His shirt was already off, as Arya had removed it for him. She had been under the sheets, as she found out when she had sat up, in nothing but underwear. Which was also quickly removed.
The memory stream continued on through their meet-again sex. When it would get exciting or something other than normal, the pace would be faster. Arya was very satisfied with this, as she was feeling something she had not felt in over half a decade.
The memory stream began to become recent and Eragon began to pant to the rhythm. Arya also started to pant, and finally they stopped. Ironically at the same time as Arya was caught up with the events of the past six years. She lay on top of him, kissing him lightly every few seconds until she rolled off and onto the mattress again. Her head perked up at the scent of fruit.
"Are you done with that?" She asked Eragon. He nodded and she walked over and picked it up, grabbing some clothing along the way. She did not put it on however, and retrieved a towel. "Swimming?"She proposed after eating. He nodded and wrapped a towel around himself, following Arya's example as they walked into the cool night air.
Arya gasped. "You were right… this forest is beautiful." She walked through it, touching leaves and singing quietly to make them grow. Eragon led the way to a spring and walked into it, shivering with delight and diving into deeper water.
Arya was right alongside him as they passed fishes and underwater plants. She stopped and rubbed her fingers against her scalp to release the oils and dirt from her hair, resurfacing for air. Eragon had already gone back down and was mimicking her activity.
They got out, toweled off, and walked back to the town holding hands. Many people greeted Arya, knowing about her coma and congratulation her on "coming back." Bhronnë was waiting with Saphira, Sorcha, Katrina, Thorn, and Roran beside the house.
"Is it true?" Arya asked. Katrina held up her palm, holding the gedwëy ignasia in Arya's sights and glancing at her iron-colored dragon.
Arya then ran to hug Bhronnë's neck. I am glad to see you too, Little One… please do not suffocate me though. Arya laughed and hugged looser. Welcome back.
Glad to be back.
Eragon began to speak. "Oh yeah, and…"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Both human, dragon and elf yelled.
School's going to star soon guys, so I won't be able to update as much… But I can try. And I need a USB keyboard…
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