Calm down. Calm DOWN. I am sat at a glossy oak table, twiddling my thumbs whilst waiting for the others to arrive. The tension in the air is unmistakeable; every inch of the place gives the feel of a dilligence unrivalled by any other. In the corners of the room, there are wooden beams into which were carved mysterious engravings that looked like a type of rune - most likely the strange and unique language that some of these people speak. Under my feet, there is a large rug woven with red and gold thread, however, the design is simple and elegant. The soothing scent of incense permeates the air.
Just then, the large doors behind me are shoved open and several people file in, occupying the remaining seats around the table. After everybody is seated, one chair is left vacant. As soon as I realise this, a figure strides into the room followed by a gargantuan creature - Eragon and Saphira.
"Astra esteri ono thelduin, friends," says Eragon, "I apologise for the inconvenience caused by the sudden arrangement of this meeting, however this case must be discussed as soon as possible. As you can see, there is a guest with us today. Grace is the matter of this discussion. A few days ago, she arrived at the castle from a place far, far away."
"So? That has happened before," grunts a man with sleek black hair sweeping across his face.
"If you allow me to finish, Murtagh, you may understand what I am trying to say. She comes from a different world."
Silence. My heart starts to beat wildly - what are they going to do? Then, shockingly, the man, Murtagh, erupts in laughter, clutching his stomach and trying to regain his breath.
"Eragon what-what kind of j-joke is this!?" He exclaims, then bursts out laughing again.
Appalled, I open my mouth in an attempt to form words - then close it again, too nervous to say anything out loud. Seeing my face, Murtagh laughs even harder, which seems almost impossible.
"Murtagh! Compose yourself!" snaps a gorgeous lady wearing a shirt green tunic matching the colour of her eyes and knee-length black leather boots. High cheekbones, long eyelashes, balanced complexion: she is the definition of perfect. Clearly, the woman is not human; no human is perfect. An unnerving mysterious aura surrounds her. Her beauty is disturbingly captivating, and I would not be surprised if someone gets lost in the confines of her eyes. Seeing the way Eragon was gazing at her wistfully, I smile to myself. Definitely a pairing there, I think.
Immediately, Murtagh returns to his previous indifference, this time with a sense of respect. This woman is most likely of a high reputation. My eyes drift back to Eragon, who continues speaking.
"I am completely serious (A/N: Sirius..okay, sorry xD) Therefore, I concluded that if this girl came here unintentionally, it is more than possible for a different, more sinister person to invade us easily."
A squat man wielding a hammer larger than his whole body inhales loudly. "You elves and dragon riders should investigate the scene. Perhaps there were wards that were breached that you could replace?"
"Indeed. You do remember where you arrived, don't you?" Asks a young, pretty dark-skinned lady with long braided hair and a black lace dress.
"U-um, yes of course...Actually, I may have forgotten..." I reply, realising that it is the first time I speak throughout this whole thing even though I am the subject of discussion. Ironic.
Fortunately, however, Blodgharm once again comes to my rescue, explaining that he remembers exactly where it was that he found me. I feel slightly guilty for forgetting such a stupidly important thing and I somehow just seem to always owe these people more and more.
"Excellent. All that remains to be done now is for a team to be organised. Queen Arya, Queen Nasuada, King Orik, I do hope that you will stay a while longer even after this case is resolved," says Eragon. My eyes widen in shock as I register the fact that I am sitting in a room full of monarchs. Thud, thud, thud. I am actually surprised that they cannot hear my heart thudding uncontrollably. My palms are somehow even more sweaty than before.
"Of course, brother, if that is your wish," says King Orik.
Brother? BROTHER? So Eragon is a prince? My mind is about to burst.
A/N: Finally! Excuse the delay, been having way too much revision with this stupid new curriculum and stuff so...Oh, you may have realised: this chapter is of normal length! I'm trying to be a bit more consistent and take my time with everything now. I'll be uploading the next part of this chapter in a few days. OH AND CONGRATS TO THE BEST PERSON ALIVE, CHRISTOPHER PAOLINI, FOR COMPLETING THE FIRST DRAFT OF HIS LATEST NOVEL! FOR THIS, WE MUST CELEBRATE, AND I AM DEFINITELY GOING TO ADD A BIT OF CELEBRATION HERE TOO..INCLUDING SAPHIRA'S WEIRD ADDICTION *hint* *hint*
SEE YOU GUYS LATER 💖🐲