Landfall
The skies overhead threatened to burst, showering everyone in a thousand cold drops of rain. The last remnants of sunlight crept through the wispy clouds on the horizon to the west, shedding a much needed light on the surrounds. The choppy water out to sea sparkled in the light of the fading of the sun, while the land appeared to be made of gold. Near a coastal river, 31 humanoids, and one dragon, worked like ants around a largish settlement and a majestic boat, scurrying to and from like busy bees.
Eragon stood up, frowning as he did. It was about time they were going, he thought, he didn't want to stay here anymore than necessary, and they had already stayed here long enough, too long in fact, he realised. When they had first arrived here, he had imagined that they were only going to stay here for 5 days, at the most 10, but they had already stayed here for 20 days. Thankfully, this was the day they were leaving.
The Talita had been prepared for the coming ordeal, everything heavy and sharp had been bolted down, strapped securely, or otherwise gotten rid of, two of the elves, specialising in manipulating wood, ironed out any defects in the boat's structural integrity, and all dangerous items had been placed into a pocket of space, much like the one that they had once used to conceal the Eldunari, except this time it was Eragon, who had the point of space fixed too, not that it really mattered.
He walked onto the Talita by means of a gangway, and inspected the progress. All ropes had been cleared off the deck, and items that couldn't fit in the holds at the fore and aft of the boat, had been securely lashed down. Stepping gingerly around the secured goods and supplies, he made his way to the front of the desk where Blodhgarm was standing, looking out to sea.
"It'll be nice to be off again" he said, looking at the point in the distance where Blodhgarm had set his eyes on.
"Enhance your vision" said Blodhgarm suddenly, feeling a little bit startled, he did, although not before he was able to dispel the notion that they were both being a little foolish. Surely there wasn't anything to see out there, he thought, and enhanced vision or otherwise, Saphira would have been able to see something if there had.
His breath caught when he caught site of the great bank of clouds rolling in, and they were not just normal clouds, they towered over the sea, big, menacing and dark, even from a distance.
"Aaah" he said, "that is a slight problem."
"The question is, though" Blodhgarm said, still not looking at Eragon, "is whether we should risk it."
"You can't be serious" he said, "That's the biggest storm we have seen rolling in, and that's from a distance, imagine what it is like up-close and personal."
"That may be so" admitted Blodhgarm, "but we could be here for weeks if storms like this keep on forming, and if current trends are true, the storms seem to be getting worse with the approach of the middle of spring."
"How long do you reckon it will take the storm to get too us."
"About, say, three hours."
"And," said Eragon, pausing to think, "how long will it take for us to cross the sea with the wind to our back, assuming that nothing goes wrong?"
"Maybe a day, and that is if we run into no complications, which is unlikely."
"A conservative estimate?"
"5 days."
"How long till we get the ship loaded and ready for departure," he asked.
"Only a few more minutes," said Blodhgarm, looking around, "Although I may just check upon the settlement that we built. Check if it's all in order" he added, to his questioning glance.
"I see," he said, "well, Blodhgarm, before you do that, I have something to tell you, and it would be best done privately. So if you would just stay still for a moment" he asked rhetorically, laying a hand on Blodhgarm's furry shoulders, and grasping tightly. Before Blodhgarm could protest, he whispered a few words in the ancient language and they shot skywards. After a few seconds of flying, he slowed down the speed of their ascent, and waited for Saphira to come swooping in, who was not long in coming.
"What is the meaning of this Shadeslayer" protested Blodhgarm, once they had been safely picked up by Saphira and were securely strapped to the saddle.
"I need to tell you something, and it would be best done now" he said.
"Fire away, Shadeslayer."
"While we were fighting against Galbatorix it became apparent that he possessed a weapon that was almost impossible to counter, and it is also evident that from Lord Barst's rampage, that all the other elves, not to mention the men, Urgals and dwarves, had trouble countering."
"Was it something to do with the spell that trapped us" he asked suspiciously.
"Very astute" he said, "yes, in truth, it was. Galbatorix had a right to be so arrogant and unworried about us, although that ultimately proved to be his downfall. See, Galbatorix had discovered the Name."
"The name" said Blodhgarm blankly, and then his mind hit on the answer, his face lighting up like the lightning in the distance.
"He discovered the True Name, didn't he" breathed Blodhgarm.
"Yes, he did" he said, in answer to Blodhgarm's question, "but he also foolishly told the name to Murtagh. Anyway, that is a story for another time, the main thing is, though," he added, "Murtagh told me the Name, and since then, I have told only one person, Arya. Although Saphira knows it, being almost a part of me, and some of the Eldunari do as well, well at least Umaroth does."
"Understood," said Blodhgarm, "but it would be unwise to tell anyone else."
"I know" he said. "I thought it was necessary to tell Arya, although I was definitely not the most impartial judge, and at least some of the Eldunari should know it, as a back-up plan in case I," he lingered, "am unable to tell you, or whoever it should be, of it."
"Good"
"However, I am not going to tell you, for the moment at least. I just wanted you to know, so when you examined the spells that I fortified with the Word, you knew what it was."
"Now" said Eragon, "Let's get back down there, we have been gone long enough and they should have finished."
As he finished his sentence, Saphira who had been silent the whole time, went into a tightly controlled inverted cork-screw. At the last minute she righted herself and swooped over the boat, by which time Eragon had unstrapped him and Blodhgarm out of the saddle. As soon as they passed over the prow of the boat, he and Blodhgarm jumped off, landing perfectly on the deck.
As soon as they had landed many of the elves hurried over and asked them what they were doing, but Blodhgarm waved them off with a wave of his hand, and a few curt, short words. As Saphira swooped back towards the boat for a second time, and landed in the water beside the boat creating a large splash, drenching the boat, as well as rocking the boat with the ripples she had created, he could feel the approval emanating from the Eldunari, and also from Saphira.
"Eragon" acknowledged Umaroth respectfully, "We will admit that we have pushed far harder than we would for a normal rider, there is a good reason for that, and we will continue to do so, but we would like to assess your performance."
"Should I contact Blodhgarm" he said, reaching out with his mind.
"No, we will assess you using a rather special teacher of ours."
"Who then" he said, perplexed.
"Cuaroc" replied Umaroth.
He paled at the thought,
"That's not fair" he stuttered, "I stand no chance."
"You stand more of a chance than you think so, do not let your feelings daunt you, for they will be the bane of you, if anything. Oh, and by the way, you will have to fight on the boat, as we should make as much headway on this storm as possible."
As soon as he said this, Eragon shouted out "Journey is a go, cast off and let us leave the known world behind us. I will get Blodhgarm."
To Umaroth, aside, "I will go collect Blodhgarm and then I will face whatever horrors Cuaroc can unleash."
(Time Change)
Eragon shivered as he carefully watched Cuaroc, the rippling metal muscles reminded him of a Kull, yet he was in no doubt to whom he would prefer. A Kull while stronger than elf, in terms of brute force and sheer force, lacked the finesse that most, if not all, of the elves maintained. Consequently, they were much harder opponents. Cuaroc, on the other hand would probably be as strong as Kull, if not more, and would have the ability to exert control to the extent that the Elves did, a very dangerous combination.
Cuaroc walked forward, abruptly ending their circling motioning, inviting Eragon to attack him. He, however, was not fooled, Cuaroc obviously wanted him to take a swing, and it seemed prudent to do the opposite. When he was within a few meters of Eragon, he suddenly charged, the ship shaking back and forth in the Sea. Eragon was caught off guard, although only for a split second, Cuaroc managed to cover the remaining distance in two large steps.
He was just able to bring his sword up in time, with two hands, to barely defect a looping overhead blow from Cuaroc. Who was still only using one hand, the other swinging by his side uselessly as if he had no need for it, and he had to admit, Cuaroc was probably right. Seeing an opportunity to strike, he brought his sword in front of him, and was about to attempt a stabbing motion, until Cuaroc directed a kick at him. He twisted aside to avoid the blow, but at the cost of ruining his attack.
He then thought better and swung his blade at Cuaroc's leg, just as he was about to hit it, a sword materialised, out of nowhere, and blocked his strike. A few more strikes, and Eragon was back on the defensive again. Cuaroc kept on pushing him harder and harder, and soon Eragon had to retreat from the force of the blows.
After a few minutes or so of exchanging blows, Cuaroc loosened his one-handed grip on the sword, and swung with all his might towards Eragon. He barely managed to block the blow itself, and would have been injured had he not jumped out of the way, but not before he found a slight opening in his opponent's offensive strategy. As soon as Cuaroc struck next, he put all of his might into countering the swing, and he just did it, barely though, although it did grant him an opening.
He brought up his sword, and feinted towards Cuaroc's right knee, Cuaroc, being in the wrong position, could only attempt to block the strike. He had other plans though, tightening his grip at the last second he slowed down the sword, and quickly brought it back towards Cuaroc's head. Cuaroc, having made his position even more indefendable, had to jump back and avoid the blow that would have otherwise taken his head off in a real fight.
This allowed Eragon a chance to go on the offensive, and he unleashed a terrifying arsenal of blows, many of which would have been able to cleanly cleave an Urgal from nave to chops. Cuaroc, however, managed to block them all with one hand, except for the last one, where Eragon swung with two hands and Cuaroc just managed to parry with two hands. Unfortunately for him, that was the last of his opportunities, and soon he was being the one forced back. By which time, quite a crowd of elves had gathered.
After a particularly vicious set of blows from his opponent, he deflected one of them into the deck of the ship. The blade, which skittered along the wood, did not mar or otherwise affect the enchanted wood in anyway. Eragon took this opportunity to slide his hand down the grip of the sword that he was using, and pirouetted with the blade, bringing it fast enough through the air to create a high pitched whistling sound.
Somehow, Cuaroc had managed to rein in his out of control sword, and bring it back up to his head to deflect a blow, all in a split second. Just as they were about to continue, both of them poised in an offensive stance, Umaroth said
"Well done Eragon, and of course Cuaroc, that was quite a display of swordplay."
"Don't you want to see how the rest of the duel pans out" he asked a little disappointedly.
"We can see what to work on from that mini fight. Definitely more strength training" Umaroth added to Eragon's evident dismay.
"Although, there is no point tiring you out when we have a storm to conquer. Or rather" voiced Umaroth, his thoughts rumbling around in his head like an avalanche, rather worriedly, "two storms."
"Aaaw, that's a pity" he said, with a not too subtle grin on his face, but his grin was immediately wiped off his face as he saw several large flashes of lightning in quick succession.
"Oh, right, I think I better get to work."
(Time change)
Squalls of rain lashed the boat in droves, the wind blew away all traces of warmth and the sea tossed them around, like they were in some sort of nasty gambling place. Poor Saphira, he thought, it would be terrible to be like this. At the moment, she was huddling up in the middle of the boat, slightly off centre to the front, all alone, while all the elves stayed at the back, in an effort to counteract the weight difference.
It had taken them a day to get this far, and already he was starting to worry that they might not get there in a timely fashion. For every five leagues of progress they made, the storm blew them back a league. The Eldunari had combined their significant mental prowess and had attempted to find out, where the nearest sign of life was. After a few hours of searching they had happened on the mind of a seagull, from whom they had gleaned the information that it was at least another 30 Leagues till they reached the mainland, if not more like 40.
Thankfully, the elves had rigged the boat with a sailing cloth they had sung from some plants. The ingenuity of the elves still amazed him, he was in no doubt who were the most magically talented people on this boat, and it certainly wasn't him. Although nothing they knew could trump the Word, he thought, except for wordless magic, which he could probably counter with his words. Unfortunately this brought him back to his original dilemma, whether to tell the other Elves of the existence of the Word, if not telling them. In the end he decided not to, reasoning that he could always tell them some other time, and could raise other problems, which was a sentiment that Saphira had agreed with.
This reminded him,
"Saphira, how are you going?"
"My heart aches for Firnen, and by patience is waning" she replied, "but I feeling strangely free from obligation, little one."
"Are you hungry?"
"Not yet, I had a rather large meal back on land."
"Comprising of" he asked,
"Three goats, and a few deer" she answered him, her mind humming at the thought of food.
"Delicious?"
"Very."
There was a momentary lapse in mental communication until he asked,
"Do you reckon there will any Nidhwal in this sea?"
It wasn't Saphira who answered him, however, it was Umaroth.
"No, records kept by riders indicate they only found Nidhwal in the sea west of Alagaesia."
"That may be, but not many riders ventured this far out" he pointed out,
"Well, yes" said Umaroth, "but all of the Eldunari that lived out here when they were dragons, never saw any sign of Nidhwal, and never detected their minds."
"I think that we will be able to scare off any Nidhwal, if they do try to attack us, we can immobilise it with our minds, or stop it with magic."
"We also have Cuaroc" he said, "Hunter of the Nidhwal, and Bane of the Urgals or something."
"But he only earned those titles when he was a dragon, not when he was like this."
"Master," Saphira asked, "Do you think we will ever have to kill a dragon, and its rider?"
"Hard to say, but if we live long enough, and survive this journey, I would say yes."
"What happens if we do find a rider and dragon, who reminds of us the egg-breaker?'
"We will deal with it as it happens" he replied, "but the best course of action would be to focus not on the physical training, but rather the mental aspect. Thus, we would make them impervious to wandering thoughts."
This sobered them up immediately,
"How hard is it to detain a dragon, say around Glaedr's size?"
"Very hard, however you only need to effectively restrain the rider, as the Dragon will not risk harming his rider."
"How big were you compared to Glaedr" asked Saphira.
"I was about 2/3 bigger" replied Umaroth.
"How strong was Vrael compared to Oromis?"
"Well, Vrael would have been able to properly defeat Galbatorix until about 5 years into his reign, where he gathered too much strength from the Eldunari. He was the only rider, as I am sure Brom told you, which could stand toe to toe with any of the Forsworn and win easily. Galbatorix posed a danger, but Vrael would have won easily, had he not hesitated in that fateful battle."
"And Brom compared to Vrael and Oromis" asked his partner-of-heart-and-mind.
"Hmm," said Umaroth, making, or rather imitating, a humming sound, "Hard to say. Brom, while not very powerful, certainly made up for it in terms of sheer intelligence and creativity. I imagine that not many riders could have defeated Morzan and his dragon, by themself. Maybe Irnstad, Thuviel, Oromis, Vrael, and of course, Galbatorix."
"Irnstad is -" he said,
"The rider who killed the shade?" finished Saphira.
"Aye, and a mighty good job he did at doing that."
"How strong would an elven shade be, Ebrithil" he asked.
"As strong as Oromis. I think there was only one recorded instance where we have had an elven shade, and that was many years ago."
"Is the race of dwarves older than that of the Dragons?"
"Do not ask me that again, for I do not know" he replied, but added a second later. "However, the dwarves were here at a time when the Hardarac desert, was no desert, but rather a place of bountiful lands, something the dragons, in all our lore, have never remembered. Although it could be that we just migrated from somewhere else, perhaps another desert."
(Time change)
"We might have to turn back, Shadeslayer" shouted Blodhgarm, from the other side of the ship, fighting to be heard over the crash of the waves.
"Never, we must press forward" he shouted in return, barely able to be heard over the gusting wind.
"To do so, might, quite possibly, be folly."
"Aye, but for one, we aren't folly are we."
"Agreed, but sometimes it is the wise ones who are the fools, and the fools that are the wise ones."
"Well, then it's a very good thing we ain't acting foolishly."
"Remind me why this isn't foolish."
"Because we might have to do it all again, in worse conditions" he replied, trumping the argument.
"Are you saying it might get worse than this, it's not possible?"
As if to prove his point, a large wave swamped the ship, drenching everyone in ice-cold water. Eragon raised his hands, and whispered a statement, which was accompanied by a notable drain in his strength. Immediately, though, the water from the sea stopped getting into the ship.
"Aye, it is. Now, would you tell the elves on your side of the boat to attach them to the boat with some rope, we wouldn't want them to get away now, would we?"
"Consider it done, you might want to do the same."
Eragon was just about to reply before a massive wave hit the ship, and the impact sent him overboard. Great, he thought as he went flying, just what I needed. As soon as he had landed, he ignored the freezing maw that was the sea, and focused on one thing, flying.
After a few moments of intense concentration and accessing the magic deep within him, while being bombarded by sea spray and many waves, he eventually zoomed out of the water, burning energy heedlessly in an effort to get back to the ship, which was already over 100 meters away. After a few tense moments where his strength dropped precipitously, he finally reached the Talita, where he slowed his speed and alighted on the deck.
(Time change)
After four days of intense, action-paced, seamanship, they were eventually in sight of the mainland, by which time, the storm had already passed and the sun was out in the sky, with little to no clouds, and the entire expanse of water reflecting the sun's rays. He could see another storm rolling in, but he was pretty sure that they would be able to head inland or up river before then, where it was much safer.
He and Saphira were circling high above the ship, watching out for any signs of danger and also a place to rest. It was after a few moments of Saphira practising acrobatical movements that he spotted a thread of silver on the horizon, speaking to Saphira, he quickly confirmed that it was indeed a river, and the Elves were heading the wrong way up the coast.
Isolating Blodhgarm's mind from the elves, he soon told him by chance what they had discovered, and soon enough, Eragon saw that the Talita had turned around, and was now heading down-wind towards the river. Satisfied, he withdrew his mental presence from Blodhgarm's mind and started to fall asleep.
"Eragon" Saphira snapped,
"What," he replied sleepily.
"I feel like you're about to fall of your saddle, my belly is itching, and I think one of the straps has come loose."
He lazily opened one eye, and was shocked at what he saw, there was only one strap correctly in place, and the other three were dangling uselessly out the side. He immediately righted the problem by whispering a few words in the language which brought the straps to his fingertips, then threading them through the buckles, and finally tying them off with a knot he remembered Brom teaching him. After this, he promptly fell asleep, ignoring Saphira's chuckles.
(PoV Change)
"Aah, so, Rhunon, how is life treating you these days" asked Silvari, as they walked along the game trail that wended its way through the Du Weldenvarden towards Ellesmera.
"Mightily well, I must say. The elves still respect me, and I -"
"Respect" Silvari said, in mock horror, "you can't possibly have earned it."
"They said, whoever brings in Silvari dead, gets one wish from the Queen, and whoever brings her in alive, gets two wishes."
"Hahaha" said Silvari dryly, "very funny."
"Shut it you" she said playfully, "I was going to say that I have a new project."
"How wonderful" said Silvari sarcastically, "Next you'll be telling me we are going to dress up as dwarves and dance around the Menoa Tree."
"Did you actually know there was a Dwarf at the Blood-Oath ceremony" she replied cheekily, to Silvari's obvious annoyance and displeasure.
"I set myself up for that one, didn't I" she sighed.
"Yeah, you did."
"Wait, hold your horses and hang on a minute, I don't think I actually went to the most recent Blood-Oath ceremony."
"Now, that wouldn't be like you, would it" she replied.
"No, but it is still awfully forgetfully of me, that must be the 5th one I have missed."
"Over three centuries, you've missed five" she asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah, I reckon it's a pretty good job, it's not such a large number."
"Mother of all things, I have never missed any of them, and I was horror-struck at the fact that one year I almost didn't make it on time."
"You spend too much time around the Elves, especially Islanzadi."
That stopped her in her tracks "You don't know."
"Know what?"
"Islanzadi is dead," she replied in a hushed tone,
"I am sorry to hear that, I really am. Who's our ruler now, though?"
"Arya, her child. Who is now also a dragon rider, although that happened before she became Queen."
"Wasn't Arya the one who was banished by Islanzadi?"
"Yes, I thought it was rather harsh."
"So" relished Silvari, "tell me about the new queen."
(Time change and PoV change))
"Arya," Rhunon said gruffly, "how nice to see you. Do tell me, we are ready, right?"
"Just got one thing to fix up" Arya said, bending down and fashioning a small ship from a few blades of grass. She then tucked a message onto the deck of the ship, and whispered a few words before letting it go and watching it fly off into the distance.
"Now, let us get going" she said, safely securing her sword to a strap on her saddle resting on Firnen's back.
"Up you hop" she said, while at the same time Firnen extended his foreleg as a convenient way to get up to the saddle between the crook of his neck and body. Rhunon alighted on his leg, and then quickly climbed up to the saddle, closely followed by Silvari, and then her. Once they were all sitting on the saddle safely and securely, they strapped themselves in, and immediately Firnen took off, emitting a hearty roar as he did so.
"Arya, how long do you have till your spells are finished?"
"About two and a half weeks at the rate we're going, it's very hard to predict, because sometimes the older, and wiser, elves insist on us putting a ward in place to counteract any loopholes that we may have forgotten. These unaccounted-for spells often take an hour to co-ordinate, and then another hour to finish singing the spell into place."
"An example of this would be" asked Silvari, speaking up for the first time.
"Well, the other day, Firnen and I were testing the spells that we had already place, and you know how things cannot enter through magical means?"
"Yes" Silvari agreed hesitantly,
"Well, Firnen and I found that if Firnen tucked his wings in, and went straight into a dive, at the right angle, he could make it past the boundary spells without falling to the ground, potentially allowing unwelcome visitors a backdoor, so to speak."
"Interesting" responded Silvari, falling silent again.
"How long do you reckon it will take for us to get there, Arya" asked Rhunon,
"Well I have to stop over at Nadindel and Silthrim, as well as maybe Illa Feon and Ceris. Oh, and at Hedarth."
"Why at Hedarth" asked Silvari interestedly.
"Oh, some dispute to do with training, not really my cup of tea."
"Why do we even trade with them, remind me again" Silvari said.
"They have gems of good quality and are good at forging those lanterns, better I dare say, than we are. They also have a better knack for being able to polish Gems to perfection, something to do with a special solution of minerals. A trade secret they are unwilling to share with us, I think."
"And what do they get in return?"
"Well, our excellent craftsmanship works and sometimes exotic food. Oh and sometimes the odd service, maybe helping construct a new gate or something. I hear that they are pushing for us to help them construct gates for every single tunnel that runs into every single city of theirs, although I think they already got us to do that."
"Sounds sound, I suppose."
"Anyway, Silvari, did you hear that Eragon's interested in you" she said casually, with a knowing smirk.
"What" yelped Silvari, "You didn't tell me this Rhunon."
Rhunon just shook her head slowly while Arya smiled, this was going to be one long trip, she thought.
(Time change)
After a few days of figuring things out and absolving various petty disputes at the various cities they had stopped at along the way, they were finally on a clear run to wherever Eragon wanted them to be in a week's time, she thought. From there, she reckoned, she would have about two or three days to get back to the edge of the forest to take part in the last two parts of the spell, and indeed deliver the necessary information to allow them to finish their daunting task. However, it was not the time, she thought, to worry about matters so far removed from her at the moment, it was better to take in the surrounds, and listen to the birds and the bees.
It was wonderful, high above the forest; she could really see the full extent of the enormous lakes, swollen from the spring melt. The water glistened in the afternoon sun, and she could see why Eragon and Saphira spent every chance they could flying together; it was a breath-taking experience and one not likely to be forgotten. She could hear Rhunon and Silvari quietly chatting behind her, careful to not break the silence too much. Too her, they were just a low murmur, if she really wanted to pick the words out, she could have, but she didn't want to disturb their conversation with her unnecessary prying.
"What do you think, Firnen, do you reckon we should stop for a rest?"
"I am happy to continue, but my wings are starting to ache a little, and I think it would be best to sleep under the shady and protected realm of your needle-tree-forest."
"Rest it is then" she said aloud, to both Firnen and the happily chatting pair behind her. And with that, Firnen swooped down into a steep dive, before levelling up, a few meters above the canopy of the forest.
(Time change)
It had almost been a week since they had left from Ellesmera, although they had not gone at a particularly fast pace. Arya was starting to worry whether Eragon had just led them on a wild goose chase, and whether this was his idea of a funny joke, and when the time elapsed, he would communicate to them that this was all a silly prank intended to make them look like fools. She shook herself, no, she decided, he wouldn't do that, it would reflect badly on him, she thought. Although she still couldn't shake off the feeling, not until Firnen spotted a building set right near the waterline of an enormous lake or sea, she was not sure which.
On closer inspection, it appeared to be made of trees and contained elements of elven architecture. As they came closer and closer, she became more and more confident until, she shouted out, too Rhunon and Silvari, who were happily chatting away and couldn't see the building,
"I can see the settlement. I can see where he wants us to make land fall."
(PoV Change)
Eragon watched from high above as the Elves clambered around the Talita, making ready the ship for landing. As Saphira swooped down, to skim over the oceans, he noticed a cliff a few hundred meters away from the river. Investigating, they discovered that the cliff had an enormous cave in it, which further investigation revealed that it had nothing in it.
Just as they were about to leave, an idea caught hold of Eragon, forget where the elves were setting up, this was where he wanted to set up their final settlement. A better place he could not imagine, and said to Saphira,
"Let us and the elves make landfall here."
A/N:
Dear readers,
I am pleased to announce that I have finished school and that this is my biggest chapter yet. I was going to include more dialogue and scenes, but decided against it, and am going to make another chapter out of it.
I will revise my earlier chapters and maybe do some new stories.
I was also going to title this 'Landfall and Skyfall,' both as a reference to the movie and a play on words, but decided against it. I'm sorry if it is a little disjointed, but that was the best way I could come up with to include all my ideas.
Reviews would be much appreciated.
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