ERAGON'S POV(haha, bet you weren't expecting that? Of course you probably were….. Well this is gonna suck….. sorry )
I watched as the new Rider, Jessamine rode off on her dragon, not moving as they became a distant black speck in the already setting sky. I turned towards Saphira as she released a sigh, her body still covered in blood from her fight with the black dragon called Mor'ranr.
It disturbed me how much the so called dragon named for peace looked like the one that eternally damned this land to a reign of evil at the hands of Galbatorix. My hands clenched by my sides. "Eragon," Arya said softly her hand on the blade of my shoulder, "We must go. Nasuada will want to hear of this…" her voice dropped to a whisper. Her gaze traveled to Saphira's form, "She needs to be healed, Eragon. We must go." She repeated.
"Of course," I said as I shook my head, clearing my mind. I turned back towards my dragon as I ran my hands over her side, muttering words of healing.
I will be fine, Little One. Saphira's soft voice echoed inside my head. I am more worried about them. Neither of them have lived here for long, they have no reference of the way of this world.
I share your worry Saphira, but we still do not know whose side they are on. They might decide to work for Galbatorix. If he has them as well as Murtagh and Thorn… we might not be able to stop them…
That is why we must make sure they are on our side, Little One. With their assistance, there is no doubt we will have the power to conquer the Oath-Breaker. We must go after them.
I nodded, agreeing with her. We needed to make sure that Jessamine and Mor'ranr were on our side, or else, there might not be any more hope for peace for Alagaesia.
Jessamine's POV
My eye lids fluttered open as I saw the beginnings of sunlight stream through cracks in the cave. Looking around, I saw that Mor'ranr must have left to look around or to hunt. I got up, stretching my arms and legs before grabbing my sword in its sheath and walking out into the sunlight. I cracked my neck as I let my body fall into a crouch. As I normally did every morning at camp, I did my stretches as well as practicing with my sword.
The only thing missing was the fact that my partner wasn't with me. My thoughts drifted back towards Artemis' letter, and what Aphrodite said at the end. Every day, morning and night, Nathan would train with me. He would go for a run with me all the time and was always there to talk. He was like my best friend.
The only problem was that his father clashed with my own. Technically, Nathan wasn't a demi-god, he was special. He was the only known demi-titan. The last unknown son of Cronus, Nathan was trained from birth to be a weapon. He was trained by Cronus and his followers to be a weapon towards the downfall of Olympus. When the Gods heard about Cronus' plan, they chose me to be trained to specifically fight against Nathan. I was trained in special techniques for fighting titan's for about two years.
When Percy was sent to battle Cronus himself, I was right outside the city in my own battle with Nathan. We would have killed each other if it wasn't for Thalia coming back from her battle, all the Hunters behind her. Thalia let out an animalistic growl as she stepped in front of me protectively, the other Hunters quickly following. Nathan was able to see he was outnumbered. I don't really know what happened that day, what happened within Nathan to make him change so much.
But when he saw that, the family I have with Thalia, the friendship with the Hunters, he ran. He just turned on his heels and ran away.
My mission wasn't over though, it was to make sure the only known demi-titan was no longer a threat to the Olympian Gods, and with him on the loose, that was not granted. So, I went after him. I practically chased him all over the world, as soon as I would be close to getting him, he would move.
Jessamine! Figures are approaching from the north! Mor'ranr roared through our link. I could feel him circling above where I currently sat, in the same position as I was what felt like hours ago.
Give me a moment. I told him. I got up and grabbed my sword, strapping it onto the brown sheath that hung by my side with a glowing lightning bolt on the side. I threw my bow that Artemis gave me around my back
I started forward, walking slow at first but my pace quickening until I was running. With a magnificent leap, if I do say so myself, I was on Mor'ranr's back as he gave a mighty beat of his wings to propel us in the air towards the incoming visitors.
The wind blew in my hair as my eyes narrowed. Why would they dare to follow us? I snarled mentally. Mor'ranr must have picked up on that because he soon let out a low chuckle.
Perhaps they wish to convey some sort of message. Mor'ranr suggested. It sounded possible, but still. How did they even find us?
We began to near towards the sapphire dragon and her rider when Eragon shouted, "Peace, Jessamine, Rider of Mor'ranr. We come only to talk." He held his hands up in a manner that suggested momentary peace. Notice how I said momentary?
Deciding we should play by their rules for the time being I replied, "State what you came here for, Shadeslayer. We do not take kindly to those who dare to try and follow us." He seemed to accept that response as Saphira slowly began to land.
Land as well, my partner-in-mind-and-heart. But be cautious. I don't like the manner in which they speak. I conveyed to Mor'ranr. I felt him give me a slight nod before he too began to descend.
Once both dragons had landed, I jumped of Mor'ranr's saddle but my hand remained rested on the handle of my sword. Saphira's blazing blue eyes continued to burn at my being. Mor'ranr let out a growl as he moved in front of me in a protective like stance. Eragon gave me a look like, 'seriously?'. I merely shrugged.
"Why did you follow us?" I finally asked. You could feel the tension in the air between the two dragons, both seeing the other as a threat to their Rider. Both of them remained in a battle ready position, backs arched and teeth bared.
My heart started to flutter for Mor'ranr. Even with his obvious size advantage, I knew Saphira had experience in battle. Eragon's face seemed to mirror my worry as he too continued to glance back in forth from our dragons. I shifted my weight to my other foot as I placed a hand on Mor'ranr's back, rubbing it comfortingly as he responded with a nod in my direction.
"You say you are here to bring peace," Eragon began. When I nodded he seemed to continue. "We came because we want to tell you who you are really up against. Galbatorix is a monster. He is not the one you should support." His blue eyes meet mine and I saw that they truly held sincerity. I could not however, tell what his intentions were.
"You speak from experience?" I questioned.
"Yes. When Saphira first hatched for me, I was a poor farm boy and had very limited knowledge of Dragons and Dragonlore. As soon as Galbatorix heard of her hatching, he sent the Ra'zac to kill us. Saphira saved my life that day but my uncle was killed. They set the barn his body rested in on fire, causing us to flee with the help of Brom, the local storyteller. Brom trained us to work and fight together as we traveled to Farthen Dur, the underground sanctuary for the dwarves. Along the way, I had been receiving visions, telling me about an elven woman who was being held captive by the King, and being tortured. That ended up being Arya. When I tried to rescue her, we were attacked by the Shade Durza who while we were escaping, managed to fatally injure Brom. He died later that day. Durza was almost a general of sorts to the King and he lead an army of troops to Farthen Dur where a battle broke out. I managed to kill Durza thus earning me the name, Shadeslayer."
"And how can I be sure what you say is true, Shadeslayer?" I asked, "You could easily be spewing lies to try and get us on your side, what have you of proof?"
"Search my memories, they will prove that what I say is true."
You may search mine as well, young rider. But only those which I allow. A feminine voice said in my head. I assumed it to be Saphira by the way she looked at me. Her sapphire eyes bore into mine as I merged my subconscious with hers. Images flashed through my mind, her memories of Galbatorix talking to her and the other eggs; hatching for Eragon; the bloodbath that happened within the walls of Furthen Dur; receiving a sword from an old elven woman; being taught by an unknown face… the memories continued. From what I could tell, they seemed to speak the truth but it was against my nature as a demi-god to trust so easily.
They speak the truth, Young One. Mor'ranr spoke in my mind.
But is their plan to peace the right one, partner-of-my-mind-and-heart? There may be a better way to bringing this land peace. I reminded him. He nodded his large head before turning to face the azul eyed rider and his dragon.
You speak the truth, young rider. But what have you of us? Mor'ranr spoke in Eragon's mind. Eragon seemed startled by Mor'ranr's sudden words.
"Mighty dragon, Saphira and I came because we believe that we should work together to defeat Galbatorix. He is the true evil and even as we speak, he continues to poison the land." Eragon slowly started to advance towards me, his hands up in a peaceful gesture. To my surprise, even Mor'ranr backed off until the Rider was standing right in front of me. "My words are the truth. I work with the Varden, a rebel group whose sole mission is to defeat Galbatorix and bring peace. Come with me and you can meet with the leaders and the warriors. Each one of them have their own story about Galbatorix's cruelty, listen and you may find the side you need to fight on." He held his hand out in front of his body, a handshake. "You can trust me." He repeated in the Ancient Language.
I started to reach out but then hesitated. Mor'ranr? I asked my dragon for guidance.
It is your call, my Rider. I trust your judgment.
Well, thanks. That's soooo much help!
The demi-god side of me kept screaming, he can't be trusted. None of them can, it's me and Mor'ranr against the world. When in war, never trust anyone other than family. If you trust them, you will end up hurt, and I vowed never to let that hurt me ever again. The brand new Dragon Rider side of me told me that he could be trusted. I knew that when speaking in the ancient language, one couldn't lie. From his thoughts, he seemed like a good guy. Like the type that would watch your back no matter what. Like the type you want beside you during war.
I just didn't know which side to trust.
Okay, I am so sorry I haven't been on here in a long time. With school ending, I really forgot about this and just am trying to get back into it. So please, comment what you like about this, tell me if I should continue, all the fun stuff!