Trianna
Trianna glared as she watched to two dwarf's hurtling at each other with axes. They were participating in what was to be one of the last fights
between dwarfs before Az Durgrimst Barzul. The annual celebration was to apiece their most powerful god, Guntera, who long ago had said
that during this three days celebration there was to be no fighting between any two or more dwarfs, regardless of clan. The dwarfs feared him
so much they had yet to break the tradition, for fear of his almighty divine vengeance. Trianna rolled her eyes. They are nothing more then overly
superstitious cave rats.
She would not say so ordinarily, but she was in something close to an anger mood, after sleeping on her four foot bed. Her legs had been
daggling of the edge for the whole night, and as a result she had a bad hair day. She was proud of her stunning features, with which she could
seduce any man into doing what she wanted. Excluding of course… Her thought was caught off as the two dwarfs collided in a surprising amount
of noise, considering their size. It works on every single man yet, except for the one that I actually cared about. The memories arouse in her mind.
Sitting beside her best friend and fellow spell caster Ildrea, the day after the Battle under Farthen Dur. She had said, "How can that be Trianna?
How can you already be in love with that…" She searched for the right word. "Shadeslayer? How can you already be in love with him? He got
here four days ago, and you haven't even spoken to him!" Trianna shock her head. "I'm not sure, Ildrea. All I know is that I am. I'm almost sure
that he'll like me." She had frowned intensely. "What makes you so sure?" Trianna had burst out laughing. "Have you seen me recently? In my
time I've got enough experience that I may has well have been able to sleep with the first Eragon. As soon as he wakes I'll go and fire his
interest. Then if he returns me feelings, I'll seduce him into his room, and show him what true pleasure is like."
She smiled at the memory. Arya. She had known her for nearing five years now. She had liked her but now she hated her for stealing Eragon.
She looked up into the sky and shouted in her mind; "Don't think this is over Arya! Eragon is mine! MINE! I will get him back from you, I swear."
Looking at the ground again she saw Eragon sitting beside Orik. Orik leaned over to him, from his throne, and whispered something. Eragon
nodded and stood. He walked over to the jam backed stands. He was obviously looking for a seat. In that regard he was lost. There was not a
seat that was not taken in the stands. She looked to her right and saw a dwarf hobble to his legs and say to his companion, "Im a…Im a…gona,
gona go to…..sleep. Im nota thinkin traight" The drunkenness on him was unmistakable. Excited she pushed at Eragon's mind until he
recognized it and let it in. "Yes, Trianna?" She struggled not to so her eagerness. "Eragon, um….there is a chair available by me, if you need it."
Looking around he saw her and then with his inhuman acrobatic skill jumped the whole four rows to the seat she had told him about. Finally!
She lifted a hand and then put it down. Wait. While he watched she thought about him. His past life she had learned about while sharing
thoughts with him. What it would be like to be with him. The more about him she thought about the more two ancient language words pushed
at her mind. Brisingrn Burthr. The two words seemed to embody him. Fire's Birth. Without thinking she said out loud the two words. At the
moment she did the crowd exploded into cheers, making what she said mute to even Eragon's keen hearing. Despite that he shuddered and
looked at her. "What," he gasped out. Awe and glee crossed over her. His true name! I found his true name! She smiled and said, "Nothing
Eragon." He looked away worriedly. Her smile turned into a small girl's smile of delight. Resist me now! She took a moment to memorize the
name. At the end of the matches, which was less then a minute away from Midnight, which was when it began, Orik rose and every dwarf
quieted to listen.
"My kin, tonight and three days hence we will celebrate Guntera, King of the Almighty Gods. From now until the end of the celebration, do not
let one of your fingers, fists or anything else of your position, fall onto another dwarf in a manner born on of the intent harm. Let the
celebration, Begin!" The dwarfs rose and scattered around the city. Eragon and Trianna were left alone in the empty arena. Eragon stood.
Trianna smiled as she thought, "Not so fast." "Well I must be going, the dwarfs…" Whatever was going to say was lost as she said, "Sit down
Brisingrn Burthr"
Eragon's eyes widened and he sat. "How did…" She waved her hand and said, "Be quiet." His mouth shut. Awe filled his eyes. "Now follow me."
She led him to her room, since he would be missed first, and his room would be the first looked. When she got there se unlocked the door and
walked in. "Come in." When he did not move she said, "Brisingrn Burthr." He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, and then he started to
walk forward. "Sit on the bed." He did so and she reached around her neck to the ties holding her dress up. Letting them drop she pushed the
rest of her cloths fall to the ground. Eragon's eyes flew up and were glued to the ceiling. Playing hard to get huh? Well not for long. She ordered
him in his true name to look at her, her and her naked body. He clearly fought. Slowly his eyes lowered onto her. She smiled and then she put
Eragon's legs together and sat down on his lap so close to him that a paper could not slip in-between them. She continued in that manner for
nearly three and a half hours, and finally stopped. She looked at Eragon. Thick tears fell from his eyes. He did not talk or even open his mouth,
as he could not. She had told him not to. The only time she had lifted that command was when she had told him to taste what lay on her waist,
and her now wet breasts. She lay her head down on his chest and fell asleep.
………
Eragon awoke and started to cry again. He rarely cried, but the evil of what Trianna had and was doing made him. Forgive me Arya. I did not
want to. From somewhere in his head he heard a distant and faint voice say, Of course Eragon. I love you and I forgive you. Comforted he slept.
………
A scream of horror awoke Eragon. It came from some miles away. Trianna lifted her head and said, "What was that?" Shoving her he said, "Get
off me and I'll find out. Looking out the window he saw a mass of Wind Vipers flying above the clearing that the celebration was in. Grabbing his
cloths and Brisingr off the ground he jumped the some seventy feet to the ground and ran to the clearing. When he got there he saw hundreds
of dwarfs from the clans fighting dwarfs that had descended from the Wind Vipers that wore purple veils over their faces. Az Sweldn rak Anhûin.
Drawing Brisingr he beheaded three of them and knelled beside the dying warrior they had killed. The dwarf muttered his last words, "Hurry
Shadeslayer. They're after Orik. It's V…"Then he died. Looking up he saw Orik battling seven dwarfs at once. Jumping the distance to him he cut
down four of the dwarfs. "Were on all the good earth were you!" Eragon shook his head as he parried a rather tall dwarf, nearly 4 feet tall.
"Later." For twenty minutes they fought then Eragon noticed five dwarfs that were holding back from the main fight. They stood in a semi circle
around a single dwarf. Vermund. As he noticed him and was about to attack, two or three multicolored lights shot down from the heavens and
crashed into Vermund. His hair turned blood red, his teeth sharpened, his eyes became a dark red, and he grew about three feet until he was
nearly taller then Eragon. Then he stood and screamed, "I AM DAZCUL, MURDERER OF YOU ALL!"
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