Chapter 6

I am so sorry for the last two weeks. I had so many things to do and a crap tonne of homework and revision to get done that Fanfiction wasn't even on my mind. To make up for it, there will be an extra chapter after this one, including the usual weekend ones I do to amount to, I hope, three chapters this week including this one.

BTW, a lot of people have been bugging me to do a lemon, but I was worried about my views, since I will need to change the rating to M. Therefore, I will be doing lemons later on in the story, but will keep them separate, so as to retain the T rating I currently have.

A response to the review I got from Andrew Caddell: I know. I took it into account, but hoped that nobody would notice. Seems you already have. ;)

I know the last cliff hanger was quite annoying, but here's the next chapter.

'He used to show me so much love. Not as a son. As a weapon. He made me and Brom both spectacular swordsmen.'

Du Ebrithil sighed before continuing. 'Brom was lucky enough to inherit our mother's facial features. I however… was not so lucky. Brom is older than me, and was given birth to willingly. Once again, I wasn't as fortunate. Once our mother realised the evil that lurked in Galbatorix, she tried to flee this was before he had attacked the riders of Doru Araeba. Galbatorix caught her and made me through incessant rape. I was born and my mother lost her life in the process. The reason I always wear a hood is because of my face. The face that injects fear into people. My hood is also fear wreaking, but it is nothing when compared to how much fear Galbatorix put into the minds of nigh on every human mind on the face of the earth.'

Eragon felt dizzy. Not only was Du Ebrithil his uncle, but Galbatorix his grandfather. The thought of it wanted to make him puke in disgust. What wrong had Brom done to deserve such a filthy parent?

'As for my dragon. Whitestorm was a majestic dragon with wonderful scales as brilliant as a fountain of milk. He was killed by Galbatorix when Brom and I had tried to escape after we saw the madness that had taken over him after his dragon had died. He casted a spell while we were running and my dragon leaped in front of him. The spell had been lethal, and had killed him in one blast of energy. Saphira had then come down and taken us on dragon back. We then went to Oromis and told him that there would soon be a problem if Galbatorix wasn't stopped soon. He told us that he had his own suspicions on the matter himself. You know of everything that took place after that.'

Saphira could feel the unease radiating through him. She rubbed her muzzle against his left arm soothingly.

Eragon… I know this is a lot to take in, but we need to get a move on. If we are to defeat Oathbreaker, we cannot afford to waste any time, she told him calmly.

Yes I know… it's just that this took me by surprise that's all.

'Master, I understand the weight of everything you have told me, but we need to mobilise. Oathbreaker is bringing his army to Alagaësia in thirteen months and you have just told me that there is more to my training.'

'Yes. I did say so. We will be heading to the east. Where the Shadow Mountains lay giving cover to the city of amethyst and sapphire walls. The City of the Sky. There is the one elf who can teach you more than Oromis or Gilderien can ever teach you. Albeit I have never been there myself, some people claim that diamonds hang from the sky, and that rain falls on an unseen surface which slides over towards the river which is located on the west of the city. The earth there is somehow moist and fruitful, despite the absence of rain on the land. That is where we are headed. Sapphire City. We will go there on dragon-back and walk the last league.'

And with that, he revealed a translucent saddle for Saphira. He strapped it onto her and mounted her. Eragon picked up the few belongings of his that were sprawled across the ground and jumped onto Saphira one seat in front of him. The sun rose a few minutes after they left the waterfall cave.

They flew for a good few hours before a faint glint appeared on the horizon, hinting at a gem in the distance.

Saphira began to descend, probably on order of Du Ebrithil, and waited for Eragon to get off with his uncle.

'We will walk from here. The elf we are to train with will not be pleased to find out that a dragon is heading head first towards the city. They have not encountered many dragons from what I hear. And she is not one to mess around with.'

'She?' Eragon whispered to himself. Usually the most powerful beings in Alagaësia were males. Whether dwarf, elf, human, urgal, dragon, fanghur or nidhwal. All of the most powerful beings among them were always males. Du Ebrithil had only mentioned being afraid of the power of Gilderien. Only once had he mentioned anything about the elf they were going to see. He had never made it clear whether or not it was going to be a male elf or female.

A sudden pang of guilt hit Eragon harder than anything he had ever experienced. During the last year that he had spent training the techniques of a sword, he had not once even tried to contact his beloved Arya. He hadn't even told her how to contact him, and now he felt the gravity of his carelessness. He couldn't even remember whether or not she had a mirror in her room. In fact, he couldn't remember what she looked like. The thought of it made him sick, but Eragon was brought back to his senses by Oromis.

He turned to Du Ebrithil and asked for permission to speak to Saphira alone. His appeal was granted, and Eragon touched his dragon's mind with his.

Saphira?

Yes little one?

Could you do me a favour? One that would probably make you upset?

I will think about it. First tell me what you want me to do.

Give me your Eldunarí and go back to Du Weldenvarden. Make sure Arya and Fírnen are ok and stay there with them. If you are concerned about my safety, do not be. I have trained for long enough to protect myself from any trouble, and I also have Du Ebrithil with me. If you are worried about transport do not be. I will have your Eldunarí and will contact you if I need you to take me home or somewhere else. Please do not turn me down.

Saphira remained silent for a while. I will be able to contact you whenever and wherever you go, so long as you have my Eldunarí?

Yes. But please do not distract me during training sessions. Other than those times, I will always be there for you.

I have kept my Eldunarí for so long that it seems quite wrong to give it up. She made a grunting noise, then a large blue stone was visible in the back of her throat. It came out in a frenzy of saliva and stomach acids. Eragon summoned water to clean it, and held it out in front of him. He put it in a small compartment in his chest plate which made it touch his skin, so energy would be poured in and out of it automatically, similar to the gem from Oromis's sword.

After that, Saphira leaped into the air and began to flap towards Du Weldenvarden.

Du Ebrithil was running towards him screaming. 'Hey! Hey! Where's she going? She can't leave!'

'Yes she can. I may be your student and bound by respect to you, but she isn't. She is a dragon with a free heart and has decided to return to the elves. I, along with your help, am more than capable of taking care of myself.'

'No you're not!' his teacher yelled. 'You're no more powerful to her than a sheep is to you! She has the power and capability to trample on you by accident. Even Saphira wouldn't be able to keep you safe if she decided you were unfriendly, but she would be able to give you more time. With those few extra seconds, you could have survived, but now you have sent her away.'

Eragon growled. 'Even if I do survive I'll probably be dead anyway.'

Eragon then started sprinting off in the direction of the sapphire city.

On the way there, Eragon asked several times on how to handle the elf, but Du Ebrithil didn't tell him anything, saying that he may turn away if he told Eragon everything he knew about her.

When there was only a mile left to the great city, it started raining. Splashing through the puddles, they soon arrived at a large river. Eragon used his boots from the water elves to walk over the water, carrying Du Ebrithil on his back. Oromis simply levitated and glided across the gushing current. Once they were on the other side, they noticed something extraordinary. The rain had stopped. The looked up and could see the water running on nothing. It fell from its suspended state a few feet into the river's borders. It was winter, and the sun had already set, as the three of them turned towards the city.

In front of them was a dark blue wall, twenty feet high, with a large archway in the centre. There were several intricately designed mosaics lined across the top and bottom lines of the amethyst slabs lining the sapphires. Under the archway was a huge door, large enough to fit five dragons the size of Saphira. The stairs were made of marble and had blue squares embedded in them in a cross mesh system of arrayed lines. There were approximately fifteen shallow steps, all encircling each other creating a grand semi-circle around the doorway.

The doors of the gates were open and a woman around the age of twenty human years was standing in the clearing of the stairs with approximately fifty attendants on each of her sides. There were no men from what he could see, which made Eragon start to worry that he and Du Ebrithil would be welcome in the city walls.

She was approximately five and a half feet tall. She had a cerulean, somewhat see-through silk dressing over her, embroidered with gold over the edges and tinged with a bright yellow near the bottom, near her feet. It was longer than her and was being held up by two attendants. Around her breasts and the upper part of arms, the silk was a clear sky blue. Around her elbows, her sleeves became a darker shade and around her hands it was a navy blue near the base. The ends of the sleeves were draped in gold. There was an emerald clasp holding the two sides of the silk.

Underneath her first layer she had a somewhat thicker layer of silk, but all of it was light blue. Around her waist and above, it was embroidered with gold. She had long emerald earrings which dangled down to her shoulders. Her clothing didn't have anything to differentiate the difference between each leg. There was a line running down the lower section of her dress, showing one of her legs whenever she took a step forward.

She had a pale brown face with long, thin chestnut brown hair reaching down to her rear end. Her eyes were lined harshly and were a dark brown. Her eyebrows were thin. There was a faint smile imprinted across her face and her gait was a seductive one.

Two of her attendants from behind held her silk dressing up high as she started walking towards them.

Eragon was spellbound by her beauty and was shocked when Oromis suddenly started speaking to him.

'Eragon…' he called out nervously.

Yes ebrithil? He replied with his mind.

'If that's who I think it is then you are in a lot of danger. Quickly run while you can. Run!' he screamed. Eragon immediately turned and fled towards the river at a full sprint. He was a few feet from the river when he felt a constricting force weave around him. He heard footsteps behind him and suddenly his vision turned to that of Oromis'. The woman was walking towards him from behind and had one arm held up in his direction. Du Ebrithil wasn't being constricted so, but he had his gaze fixed on the ground. The woman was walking slowly towards him and when she was looking at the side of Eragon's face, his vision returned to him. He could not turn his head but he could see from the corner of his eye that she was examining him. She circled him, all the while looking at his build and what he looked like. After she completed one circuit around him, she took his left palm and stared at the gedwëy ignasia. She dropped his hand and then a frown crossed her brow.

'Where is your dragon?' she asked. Her voice was an exact replica of Arya's.

He found that he could move his lips and began to speak.

'One league from here she left to return to the elves. I have come here to train in the arts of gramarye. I do not know who with, but my teacher knows. He will tell you why I am here and for who. If you want to know anything about me, you can ask me now, but please don't hurt me,' he begged.

'Hmm,' she thought for a moment. 'Why did you run?' she asked. The familiarity of her voice stinging him like needles.

'My master told me to. My old master. I have the gem from his sword embedded in my body which contains his soul and allows him to communicate with me from the void.' Eragon was being open because of fear. He could not move at all, and was sure that she was the one maintaining the spell. Judging from the way she was keeping him totally contained in one spot without breaking a sweat made him fear how much worse she may have the capability of doing to him. Was she the one Du Ebrithil wanted him to learn from?

'Who is he?' she continued her interrogatory conversation. There was a newfound curiosity in her voice.

'An elf,' he replied.

'What was his name? I only know of one elf who could have known about the gem system of riders.'

'His name was Oromis. Rider of Glaedr. The last of the elves to survive the fall of the riders.'

The name seemed to have hit a chord, as she recoiled from it.

Oromis seemed overwhelmed about something, but he was not even looking at the two of them talk.

The woman started sobbing before she made a statement that hung in the air for a good few moments.

'He was my father,' she whispered.

I don't have time to proof read this chapter, so I apologise in advance if anything is wrong or doesn't make sense. Anyway, leave a review, and PM me if you have any questions. BTW, the reason I used so much detail for the description was because all the other OC's I have introduced, had a link to what they looked like in my mind. This OC was totally made up and so I needed to give a decent description for her. There will hopefully be another chapter the night after tomorrow night, but don't hold me to it.