I only own my own OCs. Mental speech in ' ' and ancient language translations at the bottom. And "Barzul" is a dwarvish curse to give one ill fate, but isn't proven to work. Please review and ENJOY!
Everything was so blurry when I woke up the first time, I wasn't sure I was awake. I groaned, and many figures, all grainy and out of focus, gathered around me. One must have been speaking, but any words became crazed sounds. It gave me such a head ache, I blacked out again.
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The second time, it was worse. The ceiling (I could tell it wasn't sky from its brown color) was swirling, and I felt more and more top-heavy. My head felt like a rock, holding my body from death, but it felt inevitable. If this was all that was left for me in this life, pain, distortion, agony, then death would be welcomed with open arms. I acknowledged this, and fell back into a subconscious darkness.
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The third, and last, time I woke, I felt much better than the last times. My head was throbbing, but taking that, compared to my near death feeling, I was willing to accept it. I was in a simple, white, knee-length lámarae dress, and I was barefooted. The room stayed like it was, solid, and the two figures in front of me were readable. I saw the first, then the second, and I whispered in a voice barely audible, "Blo...Blodgarm? Ar-ya?" They turned, and I had been correct.
Blodgarm looked much the same, but Arya looked extremely different. She held herself higher, and a silver circlet rested on her brow. She smiled with a new light, as if she had gained a new form of happiness. They both rushed to me on what I now saw was a stone table with straw to soften the touch, and started acting like motherly sheep, fawning over my joining of the waking world. I fended them off and laughingly said, "I am fine, Blodgarm. And Arya, what happened? How long this time?" She shuffled her feet, and whispered something, but I didn't hear. I asked again, "How long?" She looked at the ground, and said, "It's been... one month." I almost fell. One month of my life, down the drain from that evil..."Galbatorix! Is he gone?" Arya seemed to brighten at this. She smiled and said, "He is no more. And something new has happened."
Now I realized why she looked so different. I hadn't noticed before, but a glinting silver was coming off her left hand. I murmured, "Your a Rider now." She nodded and said, "Yes, and I need your help. Very few still know how to train with a dragon, but you and Eragon..." I realized another thing. Eragon wasn't here. I rushed out, "Where's Eragon?" Her eyes began to water, and she muttered sadly, "He left. He left Alegasia to make a new home for the dragons. He killed Galbatorix... then left. He traveled over the sea. We can still speak through mirrors, but it's not the same. I miss him..." I started crying too. I had yelled so angrily at him, and now, I could never redeem myself fully to him. Unless...no, not an option. When we stopped shedding tears, I held her by the arms and asked, "Where is Emerald?"
She pointed out of the door, and I took her hand gently. I told her, "I will teach you all I know." She smiled, and I knew I had found someone who could fill the gap Eragon had left. Emerald, just as Arya had shown, lay outside the tree-home I had been in, and she jumped lightly onto me. She scolded me, 'Why do you run straight into the maw of danger, when you know the way around?' I told her, 'What Rider runs from that maw? Riders and their dragons always go to danger, not away, or going around will not solve our problems or rid the land of impurity.' She snorted, 'If you would stay nearer to me, you would be feared, but instead you run off alone constantly. Stay away from lightning, too now young one.'
This was strange. I asked, 'Why do that?' She nudged my left shoulder, leaving a black soot stain on the white lámarae, and I pushed back the sleeve slightly, and it was enough to see... "Barzul! What has he done to me?" A pale green scar stretched from my left shoulder , wrapped around my back, crossed my right hip, and wrapped all the way down my right leg. "What had he done to me?" I screamed this again. How could this happen? How could his lightning have somehow entered my skin? Was I cursed to carry his mark all my life? I touched my scarred shoulder, and I felt electricity run up my finger. And Galbatorix's lightning had been black, so why was this green? And the scar strangely gave me no pains. Arya saw me staring at it, and she said, "We tried to mend it, but it seems Galbatorix's lightning sealed itself into your skin, and Galbatorix must have thought he could control you with it if he won our battle. But we did manage to reverse the effects so they wouldn't pain you."
I said after a long pause, "I think you did more than that." I pointed at the ground and a bolt of electricity flew from my finger. "I think you gave me control of it."