B,W.- Well, I guess people will finally figure out who the mysterious crystal dragon is… that is, if they've read your story, Stryker.
S.S.- They'll make the connection easily. That story took place many, MANY years before the events of the Inheritance Cycle. But hey, it'll finally solve the mystery of who and what is responsible for Michael being given a second chance at life as a dragon, and was brought to Alagaësia.
Answers to reviews… and editor boi is back at it!
Yubel578: What's popping bro! I love answering your reviews in particular because you're always trying to figure out the puzzle even though more pieces are being tossed into the pot. As for your guess on the whole prophecy solving… guess you'll have to wait and find out like the rest of ya, eh? Also, next stop is dwarven drama. Den da dargoon whore-shippers.
Guest review on chapter 27: Ehhhhhh no promises. Kinda keeps the story balanced. But… I will say that Arya will be a little different this time around. Just wait until after the Battle of the Burning Plains. Shit's gonna get wild.
Guest review on chapter 28: Love drama is focusing on Ancalagon and Saphira. Arya and Eragon is kinda shoved to the backburner at the moment. Be patient. She isn't as cold in this story… later on.
Ancalagon stared at the larger male, who towered over him by a good margin. There were so many questions on his mind… but one came to the forefront. Why?
Why what? Stargazer titled his head.
Why did you give me a second chance at life? Ancalagon asked. Ever since the beginning, since he heard that voice as he lay dying after being struck by a car, he thought it had been God, though he wasn't religious. It had been something always on his mind, and now he's just learned that this dragon was the one responsible for it. What made me so special out of over six billion people on my world that you chose me? I'm nothing special.
Is that what you really think of yourself? Stargazer asked with a frown, watching as Ancalagon lowered his head to look at the ground until Stargazer used his tail to lift Ancalagon's chin up so he would look at him. Out of six billion other humans, I chose you, Michael. I have been watching you for a long time. I watched the good deeds in your life… as well as the bad ones. Such as the loss of your mother.
Ancalagon couldn't hold back a scoff. Well, you chose poorly. I didn't follow your instructions on the night I destroyed Gil'ead. I gave into the desire to destroy. I was just so… angry at Brom being hurt and dying that I gave in, and I can't even remember what I did. All I saw was the city destroyed and so many people dead.
It was bound to happen one day. I honestly wasn't surprised you broke the way you did. I expected it, given your personality. Wild dragons are much different compared to those bonded to their Riders. Stargazer said as he turned and sat beside the younger male. Before dragons agreed to bind themselves to those they would choose as their Riders, we were as wild and dangerous as any other predator. We dominated the skies, as well as the land. We hunted and killed any prey that satisfied us, and some of us killed for the pleasure of spilling blood or the thrill of the hunt. We were, and still are, the apex predators. But what most seemed to have ignored is that we held pride in what we used to be, that we were meant to rule, to dominate, and to destroy any who opposed us. Those who did not forget, refused to bind themselves to anyone and became the 'Wild Dragons'. But before the Fall of the Riders, and extinction of most of our kind, I have watched many of the wild dragons fall to their instincts and desires, becoming monsters that the Riders had no choice but to put down.
Ancalagon remained silent, looking away from the older and bigger male as he thought on his words. He lifted his head and stared out in the distance, with nothing but the silence and Stargazer for company. After about a minute of remaining silent, Ancalagon spoke.
Why me, Stargazer? Be honest, why? He asked.
The crystal dragon was silent for several minutes, and the pair continued looking out over the vast mountains and the desert to the north. Remember what I told you in that dream? The dragon suddenly asked.
Ancalagon thought back on it and replied simply. Yeah… but what did you mean by never leaving her side? You said you made that mistake once. I don't understand why this pertains to me.
You are not ready to know the entirety of why I chose you, Michael. Stargazer stated in a sharp tone that ended that topic then and there. Until you figure out the message hidden within yourself, you will never unlock your full potential. You are meant to become so much more. You have faced every challenge that has been thrown your way with courage and sacrifice. You have successfully gained yourself a mate, who is the love of your life, and have befriended her companion. You have earned the respect and loyalty of an entire race and their allies just by your attitude and how you handle situations. You are not afraid to think outside the box, you know your current limits yet fear your state of mind. Until you conquer that fear, I am afraid I cannot help you. Only you can come to terms with the evils and desires of your form. You must embrace every aspect about yourself, Michael, until each and every part of you works in harmony. Then, and only then, will you be ready.
Ancalagon looked down in shame and uncertainty, until a paw gently grasped his chin and lifted his head to look into the indigo eyes of the ancient before him. Remember what I said? When you have given up hope, you have already lost. You are close, young one. So close to discovering the truth. Now ask yourself this question. What have you been missing your entire life? What is it that you craved when you were alone during the cold nights? When your mother passed, what couldn't you have that most others do? There is only one individual who has experienced such loss, only on a deeper scale.
Ancalagon's eyes widened as the realization hit him like a mountain.
Yes. You know of whom I speak. Talk with her, confide in her. Stargazer's eyes turned violet in color. Above all else… let go. Let go of your fears. If you truly love her, then trust in her.
Stargazer looked to the night sky and inhaled, taking a deep breath of the clean, crisp mountain air, before looking down at the young dragon. He wrapped his magnificent crystalized wings around the young male and pulled Ancalagon into his chest, embracing him.
I must go for now, Michael. The ancient dragon said softly while the black-scaled dragon buried his face into the older dragon's chest. His subtle scent calming Ancalagon greatly as it reminded him of whenever he went to a campfire and they tossed hickory logs into the flames. That same smoky aroma surrounded Stargazer and soothed the young dragon's mind. Remember, if you ever feel lost or alone, look to the stars. You are never alone. Not anymore. And you are welcome to tell Saphira of my name as well, seeing as we'll be traveling together soon. Now get some sleep and handle these issues tomorrow.
Ancalagon nodded and when he opened his eyes, he was alone once more on the mountain's peak. Tears flowed from his eyes and dripped onto the snow below him.
I will not let you down… Ancalagon whispered to no one in particular.
The next morning, Ancalagon woke up with Saphira cuddled against him. The black dragon lifted his head and looked around their room in the dragonhold. Since the star sapphire wasn't destroyed like in the books, that meant they and Eragon were able to still sleep there which was a definite plus in Ancalagon's book, at least they wouldn't be cramped into a low-space room.
Laying his head back down, and then feeling Saphira rest hers on top of his, Ancalagon started to think back to last night, to Stargazer revealing himself, and the words the ancient, older male said. It had felt… good to try and get some of the pressure off his chest. Some of the questions he had were at least answered though that was namely the mystery of who Stargazer was, but not what he wanted with Ancalagon.
And there's the fact that it was Stargazer who offered Ancalagon a second chance at life when he was on death's doorstep back in his world, that he had been watching him for a long time. The former human did not know how to process that.
Feeling the love of his life hum and rumble in her sleep as she nuzzled the top of his head, Ancalagon thought back to Stargazer's words.
Talk with her, confide in her. Above all else… let go. Let go of your fears. If you truly love her, then trust in her.
Ancalagon turned his eyes to look at the dragoness sleeping peacefully beside him. Could he do it? Tell her what he really was? Where he came from? The truth? How would she react? That was the question, but once again Stargazer's words played in his mind. He was right, he had to let go of his fears and trust in Saphira if he truly loved her.
Saphira's breathing shifted and he knew she was starting to awaken. He knew this once he felt a comforting lick on the top of his head. Good morning. She purred sleepily.
Good morning. Ancalagon lifted his head and pressed his lipless mouth against hers in a quick morning kiss. Sleep well?
I always do when I'm with you. Saphira said, burying her face into his shoulder and just snuggling against him. Is it still early?
I think so. Ancalagon said, unsure of how to tell time in a room without windows. For all they knew, it was mid-morning, but Ancalagon had the feeling it was still early in the morning. Hesitantly, Ancalagon now decided to breach the subject he was afraid of talking about with her. Saphira… there's something I should tell you.
What? Saphira looked at him curiously.
It's time. He said with a sigh then looked her in the eyes. It's time you know the truth about me. Where I come from.
You already told me this. You were found as an egg by a human and raised by that human until bandits killed her. Saphira said with confusion, wondering what reason he had to bring this up.
That… wasn't the truth. He said with a sigh, and knew he had caught her attention. The truth is… I… it's best to just show you. Explaining it will be too hard.
With that said, he pulled her into his mind and opened his memories to her… his memories from his time as a human back on Earth, save for the moments he would read the Inheritance Cycle books. He couldn't let anyone see that, that he knew the future. He didn't even know if Stargazer knew about that, for he did not bring it up at all. Aside from that, Ancalagon held nothing back. From his good memories of being raised by his mother, hanging out with his friends, living his life… to the bad memories such as the death of his mother, being evicted and left homeless… and then his death.
Once it was done, Saphira pulled away and stared at him with wide eyes. Ancalagon turned away, not wanting to see the look in her eyes. He waited for a response, which came about a minute or two later.
I… I need time to process this. She said and got up, leaving the room. Ancalagon watched her, feeling his heart break and a tear dropped from his eye. She didn't even look at him as she left. A minute later, he could faintly hear her take off into the air.
Sighing, Ancalagon got to his feet and left to take his own morning flight and walk, but in a direction away from Saphira. In fact, he found a deserted field big enough for him to land in and just be alone to his thoughts. As soon as all four legs touched the ground, Ancalagon plopped himself down onto his belly and buried his head in his paws.
She hates me now. He whispered softly. He was startled when he felt a warm, comforting presence along with a nuzzle on the top of his head, and looked up only to jerk back when he came face-to-face with Almandine.
As my mate told you, little one, trust in her. The older female said as she laid next to the younger dragon. She needs time to process the fact that the dragon she thought she knew was once a human from another world. Give her time.
Giving him one last comforting nuzzle, her presence felt similar to the feeling Ancalagon would get when his mother comforted him after he had a nightmare as a child or when he felt scared of something. He watched as she disappeared before his eyes, leaving him alone.
Eventually, Eragon, Ancalagon and Saphira were summoned to speak before the Council of Elders. When he met up with the dragons, Eragon was quick to notice how slightly apart the two were compared to the last few days since they revealed their feelings for each other. He noticed Saphira glance at Ancalagon then look away, but she wouldn't tell him what was wrong, merely saying it was something she had to think about on her own. When Eragon looked at Ancalagon, he just shook his head, telling him not to push.
They reached a convex stone door, which Jarsha, their escort, pushed open. The room inside was circular, with a sky blue dome decorated with constellations. A round marble table, inlaid with the crest of Dûrgrimst Ingeitum—an upright hammer ringed by twelve stars—stood in the center of the chamber. Seated there were Jörmundur and two other men, one tall and one broad; a woman with pinched lips, close-set eyes, and elaborately painted cheeks; and a second woman with an immense pile of gray hair above a matronly face, belied by a dagger hilt peeking out of the vast hills of her bodice.
"You may go," said Jörmundur to Jarsha, who quickly bowed and left.
Conscious that he was being watched, Eragon surveyed the room, then seated himself in the middle of a swath of empty chairs, so that the council members were forced to turn in their seats in order to look at him. Saphira and Ancalagon settled themselves down behind him.
Jörmundur got halfway up to make a slight bow, then reseated himself. "Thank you for coming, Eragon, even though you have suffered your own loss. This is Umérth," the tall man; "Falberd," the broad one; "and Sabrae and Elessari," the two women.
Eragon inclined his head, then asked, "And what of the Twins, were they part of this council?"
Sabrae shook her head sharply and tapped a long fingernail on the table. "They had naught to do with us. They were slime—worse than slime—leeches that worked only for their own benefit. They had no desire to serve the Varden. Thus, they had no place in this council." Eragon could smell her perfume all the way on the other side of the table; it was thick and oily, like a rotting flower. He hid a smile at the thought.
How much perfume does that woman need to wear? Makes my nose twitch and I don't like it. Ancalagon commented, causing Eragon to withhold a smirk.
"Enough. We're not here to discuss the Twins," said Jörmundur. "We face a crisis that must be dealt with quickly and effectively. If we don't choose Ajihad's successor, someone else will. Hrothgar has already contacted us to convey his condolences. While he was more than courteous, he is sure to be forming his own plans even as we speak. We must also consider Du Vrangr Gata, the magic users. Most of them are loyal to the Varden, but it's difficult to predict their actions even in the best of times. They might decide to oppose our authority for their own advantage. That is why we need your assistance, Eragon, to provide the legitimacy required by whoever is to take Ajihad's place."
Falberd heaved himself up, planting his meaty hands on the table. "The five of us have already decided whom to support. There is no doubt among us that it is the right person. But," he raised a thick finger, "before we reveal who it is, you must give us your word of honor that whether you agree or disagree with us, nothing of our discussion will leave this room."
Why would they want that? Eragon asked his companions.
I don't know, Saphira said, snorting. It might be a trap…. It's a gamble you'll have to take. Remember, though, they haven't asked me or… Ancalagon to pledge anything. I can always tell Arya what they say, if needed. Silly of them, forgetting that I'm as intelligent as any human.
Eragon said, "Very well, you have our word. Now, who do you want to lead the Varden?"
"Nasuada."
Eragon was surprised, having not considered Nasuada for the succession because of her youth—she was just a few years older than him. No real reason existed, of course, for her not to lead, but why would the Council of Elders want her to? How would they benefit? Eragon thought. He remembered Brom's advice and tried to examine the issue from every angle, knowing that he had to decide swiftly.
One would say it's because she is Ajihad's daughter, but I know better. It's beyond that reason. Ancalagon said with a low growl, which caused a few eyes to turn to him… and he took satisfaction in the fear in the eyes of the Council. If the news of Gil'ead had spread to reach even the Varden, which he knows it has, and it easily identified him as the culprit… then their fear was warranted and he quite enjoyed it.
He shook his head. He shouldn't think like that.
Nasuada has steel in her, observed Saphira. She would be like her father.
Maybe, but what's their reason for picking her?
To gain time, Eragon asked, "Why not you, Jörmundur? Ajihad called you his right-hand man. Doesn't that mean you should take his place now that he's gone?"
A current of unease ran through the council: Sabrae sat even straighter, hands clasped before her; Umérth and Falberd glanced at each other darkly, while Elessari just smiled, the dagger hilt jiggling on her chest.
"Because," said Jörmundur, selecting his words with care, "Ajihad was speaking of military matters then, nothing more. Also, I am a member of this council, which only has power because we support one another. It would be foolish and dangerous for one of us to raise himself above the rest." The council relaxed as he finished, and Elessari patted Jörmundur on the forearm.
Ha! exclaimed Saphira. He probably would have taken power if it were possible to force the others to back him. Just look how they eye him. He's like a wolf in their midst.
"Does Nasuada have enough experience?" inquired Eragon.
Elessari pressed herself against the table's edge as she leaned forward. "I had already been here for seven years when Ajihad joined the Varden. I've watched Nasuada grow up from a darling girl to the woman she is. A trifle light-headed occasionally, but a good figure to lead the Varden. The people will love her. Now I," she patted herself affectionately on the bosom, "and my friends will be here to guide her through these troubled times. She will never be without someone to show her the way. Inexperience should be no barrier to her taking her rightful position."
In other words, they want a puppet. Ancalagon scoffed with disgust. They would all but run the Varden themselves through Nasuada.
"Ajihad's funeral will be held in two days," broke in Umérth. "Directly afterward, we plan to appoint Nasuada as our new leader. We have yet to ask her, but she will surely agree. We want you both to be present at the appointing—no one, not even Hrothgar, can complain about it then—and to swear fealty to the Varden. That will give back the confidence Ajihad's death has stolen from the people, and prevent anyone from trying to splinter this organization."
Saphira quickly touched her Rider's mind. Notice, they don't want you to swear to Nasuada—just to the Varden.
They want to be the ones to appoint Nasuada, which would indicate that the council is more powerful than she. Eragon realized. They could have asked Arya or us to appoint her, but that would mean acknowledging whoever did it as above everyone in the Varden. This way, they assert their superiority over Nasuada, gain control over us through fealty, and also get the benefit of having a Rider endorse Nasuada in public.
"What happens," Eragon asked after a moment of silence. "if I decide not to accept your offer?"
"Offer?" Falberd asked, seeming puzzled. "Why, nothing, of course. Only it would be a terrible slight if you're not present when Nasuada is chosen. If the hero of the battle of Farthen Dûr ignores her, what can she think but that a Rider has spited her and found the Varden unworthy to serve? Who could bear such a shame?"
This time, Ancalagon made sure his growl wasn't quiet as he narrowed his eyes at the man, a warning evident in them.
"Since Riders are so highly thought of, I could decide that my efforts would be best spent guiding the Varden myself." Eragon said.
The mood in the room hardened. "That would be unwise," stated Sabrae.
Eragon combed his mind for a way to escape the situation. With Ajihad gone, said Saphira, it may be impossible to remain independent of every group, as he wanted us to. We cannot anger the Varden, and if this council is to control it once Nasuada is in place, then we must appease them. Remember, they act as much out of self-preservation as we do.
But what will they want us to do once we are in their grasp? Eragon asked. Will they respect the Varden's pact with the elves and send us to Ellesméra for training, or command otherwise? Jörmundur strikes me as an honorable man, but the rest of the council? I can't tell.
Saphira brushed the top of Eragon's head with her jaw. Agree to be at this ceremony with Nasuada. That much I think we must do. As for swearing fealty, see if you can avoid acquiescing. Perhaps something will occur between now and then that will change our position… Arya may have a solution.
Without warning, Eragon nodded and said, "As you wish; we shall attend Nasuada's appointment."
Jörmundur looked relieved. "Good, good. Then we have only one more matter to deal with before you go: Nasuada's acceptance. There's no reason to delay, with all of us here. I'll send for her immediately. And Arya too—we need the elves' approval before making this decision public. It shouldn't be difficult to procure; Arya cannot go against our council and you, Eragon. She will have to agree with our judgment."
"Wait," commanded Elessari, a steely glint in her eyes. "Your word, though, Rider. Will you give it in fealty at the ceremony?"
"Yes, you must do that," agreed Falberd. "The Varden would be disgraced if we couldn't provide you every protection."
That's a nice way to put it. Ancalagon scoffed mentally.
It was worth a try, said Saphira. I fear you have no choice now.
They wouldn't dare harm us if I refused. Eragon said.
No, but they could cause us no end of grief. It is not for my own sake that I say accept, but for you. Many dangers exist that I cannot protect you from. With Galbatorix set against us, you need allies, not enemies, around you. We cannot afford to contend with both the Empire and the Varden.
Finally, "I'll give it." Eragon announced. All around the table were signs of relaxation—even a poorly concealed sigh from Umérth. They're afraid of us!
Good. Ancalagon thought darkly, then shook his head. He really needed to stop that. To be feared was not right… and why did a part of him feel wrong admitting that to himself?
Jörmundur called for Jarsha, and with a few words sent the boy scampering off for Nasuada and Arya. While he was gone, the conversation fell into an uncomfortable silence. Eragon ignored the council, focusing instead on working a way out of his dilemma. None sprang to mind.
When the door opened again, everyone turned expectantly. First came Nasuada, chin held high and eyes steady. Her embroidered gown was the deepest shade of black, deeper even than her skin, broken only by a slash of royal purple that stretched from shoulder to hip. Behind her was Arya, her stride as lithe and smooth as a cats, and an openly awestruck Jarsha.
The boy was dismissed, then Jörmundur helped Nasuada into a seat. Eragon hastened to do the same for Arya, but she ignored the proffered chair and stood at a distance from the table. Saphira, he said, let her know all that's happened. I have a feeling the council won't inform her that they've compelled me to give the Varden my loyalty.
"Arya," acknowledged Jörmundur with a nod, then concentrated on Nasuada. "Nasuada, Daughter of Ajihad, the Council of Elders wishes to formally extend its deepest condolences for the loss you, more than anyone else, have suffered…." In a lower voice, he added, "You have our personal sympathies as well. We all know what it is like to have a family member killed by the Empire."
"Thank you," murmured Nasuada, lowering her almond eyes. She sat, shy and demure, and with an air of vulnerability that made Eragon want to comfort her. Her demeanor was tragically different from that of the energetic young woman they had met.
"Although this is your time of mourning, a quandary exists that you must resolve. This council cannot lead the Varden. And someone must replace your father after the funeral. We ask that you receive the position. As his heir, it is rightfully yours—the Varden expect it of you."
Nasuada bowed her head with shining eyes. Grief was plain in her voice when she said, "I never thought I would be called upon to take my father's place so young. Yet… if you insist it is my duty… I will embrace the office."
The Council of Elders beamed with triumph, pleased that Nasuada had done what they wanted. "We do insist," said Jörmundur, "for your own good and the good of the Varden." The rest of the elders added their expressions of support, which Nasuada accepted with sad smiles. Sabrae threw an angry glance at Eragon when he did not join in.
Throughout the exchange, Eragon watched Arya for any reaction to either his news or the council's announcement. Neither revelation caused her inscrutable expression to change. However, Saphira told him, She wishes to talk with us afterward.
Before Eragon could reply, Falberd turned to Arya. "Will the elves find this agreeable?"
She stared at Falberd until the man fidgeted under her piercing gaze, then lifted an eyebrow. "I cannot speak for my queen, but I find nothing objectionable to it. Nasuada has my blessing."
How could she find it otherwise, knowing what we've told her? thought Eragon bitterly. We're all backed into corners.
Arya's remark obviously pleased the council. Nasuada thanked her and asked Jörmundur, "Is there anything else that must be discussed? For I am weary."
Jörmundur shook his head. "We will make all the arrangements. I promise you won't be troubled until the funeral."
"Again, thank you. Would you leave me now? I need time to consider how best to honor my father and serve the Varden. You have given me much to ponder." Nasuada splayed her delicate fingers on the dark cloth on her lap.
Umérth looked like he was going to protest at the council being dismissed, but Falberd waved a hand, silencing him. "Of course, whatever will give you peace. If you need help, we are ready and willing to serve." Gesturing for the rest of them to follow, he swept past Arya to the door.
"Eragon, will you please stay?"
Confused, Eragon sat himself down in a vacant chair, ignoring alert looks from the councilors. Falberd lingered by the door, suddenly reluctant to depart, then slowly went out. However, they were quick to do so when Ancalagon growled at them and shot them a glare. Arya was the last to go. Before she closed the door, she looked at Eragon, her eyes revealing worry and apprehension that had been concealed before.
They offered their own condolences at her loss and she merely inclined her head. Something about her demeanor changed then. Noticing this, Ancalagon nudged Eragon slightly, and the Rider uttered a spell to keep anyone from eavesdropping on the following conversation.
As it turns out, Nasuada had been suspicious of the Council's plans from the start, and had no intention of letting them rule over her. She told them that she planned to follow in her father's footsteps, to continue on the path that he had laid down. Nasuada laughed at the Council's attempts to influence Eragon by making him swear fealty, stating that they could no more control him than they could her. She told him that she meant for him to travel to the elves, as Ajihad had originally wanted, to continue Eragon's training before returning to the Varden.
Having formulated a plan with Eragon in the silence of their minds, Ancalagon gave Eragon the gesture to go-ahead and Eragon surprised Nasuada when he swore fealty to her instead of the Varden.
The next day, a day before Ajihad's funeral, Eragon met with King Hrothgar to discuss Nasuada's anointment as leader of the Varden. Once that was done, Ancalagon told them that he was going to go for a walk for a while. Eragon was alright with it, though he still noticed the tension between the male dragon and Saphira, which still left him confused as Saphira wouldn't tell him why.
Ancalagon did take his walk, about a four-hour walk, as he contemplated everything that's happened, namely the changes to the story. First, there was Brom surviving his death near Leona Lake at the hands of the Ra'zac, only to later die at Gil'ead thanks to Durza's apprentice who Ancalagon slayed in his rage, then there was the appearance of Stargazer and his mate, Almanadine, two characters Ancalagon knew were not part of the story in any way… nor did they exist in it.
But clearly the two of them, especially Stargazer, were beyond being simple dragons.
Once he was done with his walk, Ancalagon decided to return to the dragonhold and get some sleep as they would no doubt be up early for the funeral tomorrow. The only thing he guessed he could look at as a positive is that due to the star sapphire not being broken, and no reason for Saphira to swear an oath to repair it, then there was no meaning for Eragon and Saphira to get drunk with the dwarves. And Ancalagon felt a wide surge of relief in his body.
He wasn't sure how to handle a drunk Saphira when she was distant with him right now. Especially since he knew she was mad at him for lying to her all these months. He'd be lucky if she still loved him and wanted to be his mate when the time comes.
Landing in the dragonhold, Ancalagon took one step in when he froze as he came face-to-face with Saphira's blank sapphire-coloured eyes.
Come with me. The sapphire female said coldly before turning around and flying off.
Gulping, Ancalagon spread his wings and took off with a mighty flap of them, following the sapphire dragoness he loved… though she might not feel the same for him after tonight. He followed her to an open field, which was perfect for privacy, with Saphira landing first and Ancalagon second though he kept a fair distance from her. He watched as she kept her back to him, just waiting.
Finally, she turned to face him, eyes narrowed and a low growl coming from her. Ancalagon stiffened as she started to approach him, her steps slow, her posture like that of a predator about to strike.
S-Saphira… Ancalagon started, only to be struck silent when she lashed out with a paw, claws scratching along his scaled cheek which left a couple of bloodied claw marks there. He went silent, trying to not let tears drop from the pain.
You lied to me! Saphira snarled at him, now pacing in front of him but never taking her eyes off him. For months, you lied to me! You should've told me, Ancalagon, or do you prefer Michael?! Ancalagon just looked down at the ground, only to be grabbed and forced to look into her eyes. LOOK AT ME!
Ancalagon gulped again, his heart beating a little faster out of fear. She was truly enraged now, looking ready to tear his throat out… and he wondered why she hadn't done that already. He deserved whatever he received from her.
You could have told me the truth! Sahira continued, tears leaking from her own eyes. Tears of frustration, mixed with pain and hurt. At the very beginning, you could have and I would've listened and understood! But instead you remained silent about it. You lied, and lied… was anything you have ever said to me the truth? Is your love for me a lie?!
No! Saphira I- Ancalagon couldn't get a chance to explain himself as the anger finally gave way, and Saphira tackled him with a roar, teeth flashing as she dug them into his neck, her talons slashing at his body. But even as she attacked him in such a vicious manner… Ancalagon refused to fight back and defend himself, because he knew he deserved this. He had lied to her for months, he would be lucky to survive this night.
How else would one feel after being told that the one they love was not in fact a dragon at first, and was in fact a human from another world?
With a roar of fury, Saphira's paw came down on Ancalagon's head and everything went black for him, his body hitting the floor and his eyes closed. Saphira panted heavily, her lips curled back into a snarl, and she approached the downed form of Ancalagon, but before she could continue her punishment, a massive bolt of lightning streaked across the sky with thunder added to it.
THAT'S ENOUGH!
A blinding flash obscured Saphira's vision for a moment, but as it started to die down, she found herself pinned to the ground with a heavy paw keeping her head pinned. Her eyes snapped up, only for them to widen when she saw the enraged, angered expression on Stargazer's face.
Are you done? Stargazer snarled with a low growl. Because I have certainly seen enough of this pathetic display from you. Do you realize you could've harmed him fatally? Perhaps even killed him! That dragon that you are punishing for something he had no control over is my champion, my chosen to replace me should I fall! Shame on you!
He-He lied to me! Saphira tried to speak, but Stargazer merely pressed his foot down a little harder to silence her.
It was not a subject he could easily bring up, Saphira! Brom barely trusted him in the beginning. To have revealed this… he would have been considered as mad as Galbatorix's dragon. And would you really have believed him then? He has taken a big risk in revealing his past to you. I did not ask him to do it, he did it willingly… because he had faith and trust in you and your love for him that you wouldn't hold it against him! The older dragon's tone softened slightly. I understand you are upset, Saphira. That you were lied to, but consider it from his point of view. Even now, as you've knocked him into unconsciousness, his love for you has not changed. Even if you ended things now, seeing as you aren't officially mated to him, he would still love you! His devotion and love for you is admirable, to the point he'd burn the whole world to ash just to keep you safe.
Saphira was struck silent, somehow managing to turn her head so she could look at the knocked out form of Ancalagon. Tears leaked freely from her eyes at Stargazer's words. Even after what she did to him, attacked him… he would still love her?
But do you also want to know another reason for him not fighting back, aside from his love for you? Stargazer asked, gaining Saphira's attention. He didn't fight back… because he felt that he deserved to die by your hand. He knew it was wrong, to hide himself from you, but he did not feel it was necessary or relevant enough to bring it up before you two developed feelings for one another. You and him had greater problems to worry about and now you punish him for telling you the truth he has been keeping away from you for months? He never fought back because he thought he deserved this lashing from you… and that couldn't be further from the truth. He believes that, if he was to die to anyone for anything, it would be dying from you giving the final blows for hiding his identity from the one he loves.
Saphira's eyes widened at this.
He was ready to die at the hand of the dragoness he loves, and even then he would not change in how he feels about you. Stargazer explained, seeing his words hitting her deep and hard. You've had time to process the truth about him, that he was once a human from another world. A human who died and would have passed on had I not interfered and offered him a second chance. And now, as his protector and patron, I will ask you two questions. Do you regret meeting him?
…No. Saphira whispered brokenly, just staring at the downed form of the dragon she loved… no, still loves.
Do you regret falling in love with him? Stargazer asked, eyes narrowed.
No. Saphira said in a stronger tone this time, eyes glancing at the older male and he withheld the urge to curl his lip back into a draconic smirk at the firmness in her gaze. I allowed my anger to blind me, and risked destroying everything between us. What he is, what he was once before… does not change how I feel about him.
Good. Stargazer lifted his paw, and Saphira was quick to get to her feet and race to her mate-to-be's side, whimpering as she saw the wound on his head before tenderly licking it. Guilt riddled her heart, as well as shame. Her anger was understandable, yes… but she shouldn't have tried to kill him. She was just so blinded by it.
Oh Ancal- Michael… Saphira whispered softly, calling him by his true name as she snuggled against him. I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you after this. I've spat on your love for me. I… I wouldn't blame you if you wanted nothing to do with me after this.
…N-Nothing has changed, my love. Michael's voice said in her head, followed by a wing draping itself over her. She looked to see he had his eyes open now. I deserved it.
No… no you didn't. Not that kind of brutality. Saphira whimpered, a sob breaking from her.
Shh… Michael hushed her softly and moved to lick her on the cheek. No matter how angry you may get with me… I'll never stop loving you. You have… no idea how much you have come to mean to me since we met.
I can wager a guess. Saphira chuckled, remembering Stargazer's words on how Ancalagon would burn the world for her.
Well… this wasn't how I planned to introduce myself. Stargazer said, causing the two to look at him to see he was watching with pride in his eyes. I take it you've learned your lesson, Saphira?
Saphira nodded. Yes. No matter what, he's mine. Nothing will change that.
Well... not unless I seduce him. Came the teasing voice of Almandine as she sat beside her mate. A smirk shone on her face but her eyes danced with amusement.
Saphira snarled and clutched the male beside her. Mine.
Ancalagon chuckled, wrapped his tail around hers and whispered seductively in her mind. Yours.
The next day, it was time for Ajihad's funeral. Eragon was quick to notice Ancalagon and Saphira back to their usual selves, close and cuddling as it had been the sight that greeted him when he awoke. He couldn't help but smile… however, he was shocked when Ancalagon decided to reveal his past to him. Like Saphira, Eragon was naturally shocked… but he came to understand.
In the end, nothing changed between the three with the reveal of Ancalagon's origin. They were still close… like a family.
Orik soon came to escort them to the gate, where the funeral was taking place. Once Eragon had gotten dressed in appropriate clothing for a funeral, they followed Orik out of the dragonhold and toward Tronjheim's south gate.
"We must start from there," he explained, moving with surprising speed on his stocky legs, "because that is where the procession with Ajihad's body stopped three days ago. His journey to the grave cannot be interrupted, or else his spirit will find no rest."
An odd custom, remarked Saphira, then glanced at her unofficial mate. Were funerals like that in your world, Ancalagon?
Depends on the culture. He replied. Whatever culture it is, they would do their funerals differently. A group of warriors known as Vikings would put their dead on a boat and set it ablaze once it was a good distance out at sea, using a flaming arrow to set the boat aflame.
Why did they do that? Eragon asked with a frown.
In what is known as Norse Mythology in my world, boats symbolized safe passage into the afterlife on the same vessel that aided their travels in life, so they played a key role in funeral rites. If the dead was a chieftain or a famous fighter, then they would be honored by being burned on a longship. As I said, it's because of the culture. Some bury the dead in funerals, others place them on a pyre and burn them so they can scatter their ashes if it is their final wish.
Returning to his conversation with Orik, Eragon asked, "Where will Ajihad be buried?"
Orik slowed and glanced at Eragon with caution. "That has been a matter of contention among the clans. When a dwarf dies, we believe he must be sealed in stone or else he will never join his ancestors…. It is complex and I cannot say more to an outsider…but we go to great lengths to assure such a burial. Shame falls on a family or clan if they allow any of their own to lie in a lesser element.
"Under Farthen Dûr exists a chamber that is the home of all knurlan, all dwarves, who have died here. It is there Ajihad will be taken. He cannot be entombed with us, as he is human, but a hallowed alcove has been set aside for him. There the Varden may visit him without disturbing our sacred grottos, and Ajihad will receive the respect he is due."
"Your king has done much for the Varden," commented Eragon.
"Some think too much."
Before the thick gate—drawn up on its hidden chains to reveal faint daylight drifting into Farthen Dûr—they found a carefully arranged column. The emerald casket holding Ajihad's body lay at the front, untouched.
Close behind the casket stood Nasuada—grave, sable-cloaked, and strong in stature, though tears adorned her countenance. To the side was Hrothgar in dark robes; then Arya; the Council of Elders, all with suitably remorseful expressions; and finally a stream of mourners that extended a mile from Tronjheim.
Every door and archway of the four-story-high hall that led to the central chamber of Tronjheim, half a mile away, was thrown open and crowded with humans and dwarves alike. Between the gray bands of faces, the long tapestries swayed as they were brushed with hundreds of sighs and whispers when Eragon and the dragons came into view.
Must they stare? Saphira grumbled, feeling a little… insecure with the staring. I feel like I have dirt on my scales.
Ancalagon leaned over and nuzzled her. Let them stare. And they will see why I am so in love with you.
You know how to flatter me, my love. Saphira purred and licked his cheek, knowing he was trying to comfort her.
Jörmundur beckoned for them to join him. Trying not to disturb the formation, Eragon and the dragons picked through the column to the space by his side, earning a disapproving glare from Sabrae. Orik went to stand behind Hrothgar.
Together they waited, though for what, Eragon knew not.
All the lanterns were shuttered halfway so that a cool twilight suffused the air, lending an ethereal feel to the event. No one seemed to move or breathe: for a brief moment, Eragon fancied that they were all statues frozen for eternity. A single plume of incense drifted from the bier, winding toward the hazy ceiling as it spread the scent of cedar and juniper. It was the only motion in the hall, a whiplash line undulating sinuously from side to side.
Deep in Tronjheim, a drum gonged. Boom. The sonorous bass note resonated through their bones, vibrating the city-mountain and causing it to echo like a great stone bell.
They stepped forward.
Boom. On the second note, another, lower drum melded with the first, each beat rolling inexorably through the hall. The force of the sound propelled them along at a majestic pace. It gave each step significance, a purpose and gravity suited to the occasion. No thought could exist in the throbbing that surrounded them, only an upwelling of emotion that the drums expertly beguiled, summoning tears and bittersweet joy at the same time.
Boom.
When the tunnel ended, Ajihad's bearers paused between the onyx pillars before gliding into the central chamber.
Boom.
They walked through a crystal graveyard. A circle of towering shards lay in the center of the great chamber, surrounding the inlaid hammer and pentacles. Many pieces were larger than Saphira. The rays of the star sapphire still shimmered in the fragments, and on some, petals of the carved rose were visible.
Boom.
The bearers continued forward, between the countless razor edges. Then the procession turned and descended broad flights of stairs to the tunnels below. Through many caverns they marched, passing stone huts where dwarven children clutched their mothers and stared with wide eyes.
Boom.
And with that final crescendo, they halted under ribbed stalactites that branched over a great catacomb lined with alcoves. In each alcove lay a tomb carved with a name and clan crest. Thousands—hundreds of thousands—were buried here. The only light came from sparsely placed red lanterns, pale in the shadows.
After a moment, the bearers strode to a small room annexed to the main chamber. In the center, on a raised platform, was a great crypt open to waiting darkness. On the top was carved in runes:
May all, Knurlan, Humans, and Elves,
Remember This Man.
For he was Noble, Strong, and Wise.
Gûntera Arûna
When the mourners were gathered around, the casket was lowered into the crypt, and those who had known him personally were allowed to approach. The first duo was Stargazer and Almandine, whose appearance startled some but the two ancient dragons only had eyes for the crypt as they approached. Almandine spoke, her voice projecting into everyone's minds.
When Brom came to me, he was heartbroken from the loss of his dragon. He became bitter and lost his way in life. The maroon dragoness looked out over the sea of faces gathered before her. Brom came to me one day, as he had somehow managed to find my mate and I's nesting ground, and begged for a purpose to serve. I gave him the idea of starting a family, and he looked at me like I was crazy. Twenty years later, he founded this army, this resistance to evil, this family. Brom and Ajihad were like brothers in their sibling-like relationship. Always bickering over the smallest things, yet both would take a fatal wound for the other. Individually, they were forces to be reckoned with. Together, side by side, they were nearly unstoppable. Brom chose his heir to lead this family wisely and correctly. Ajihad made mistakes, yes. But again, we all do. It is just built into our souls. Making mistakes is how we learn, how we grow, how we overcome obstacles. Brom made countless mistakes, but he made up for it in his knowledge and inner instincts to weasel his way out of dark situations. I am proud to have anointed Ajihad as leader of the Varden, and now he shall have the rest he deserves. Nasuada, step forth.
The crowd parted and the woman walked forward through the isle that had formed. Her eyes shone brightly, her posture was straight and regal, but the dragons, elf and Rider could sense the waves of anxiety rolling from her. Nasuada walked until she came to stand before the massive dragons and kneeled. Stargazer merely snorted, a small bolt of lightning flashing from one of his nostrils and Nasuada jumped slightly. The crystal dragon brushed his snout against her forehead and his voice boomed into everyone's mind.
Rise, Nasuada, Daughter of Ajihad. The wild dragons approve of your ascension and the role you will now play in the future of this land. May your decisions be wise, your swords stay sharp and your resolve never falter in the face of overwhelming evil. May your heart and mind remain true and uncorrupted. Let the odds be ever in your favor, Lady Nightstalker.
With his speech finished, a thin circlet of silver appeared around the top of Nasuada's head and when she stood to turn around, gasps were heard.
There, in the center of the silver circlet upon her brow, were four gemstones. From left to right they were sapphire, ruby, diamond and onyx. It suited her look very well and Ancalagon unintentionally let out a chuckle at Eragon's slack-jawed expression, causing more than several people to shoot him glares… until they saw he was a dragon and hurriedly looked away.
After Stargazer and Almandine gave Ajihad his rites, others who knew him personally were to approach. However, Stargazer stopped them with a glare then looked at Eragon, Arya, Ancalagon and Saphira. His gaze made it clear that they should be the ones next to personally see Ajihad off.
As they ascended the marble steps to view the body, Eragon was gripped by an overwhelming sense of sorrow, his anguish compounded by the fact that he considered this as much Murtagh's funeral as Ajihad's.
Stopping alongside the tomb, Eragon gazed down at the casket. He glanced at Stargazer, who seemed to know what he was asking for, and nodded. And so the young Rider placed a hand on the casket, causing some to stifle their gasps or shock. However, none dared try anything with four dragons in their midst.
Stricken, Eragon tried to think of the greatest praise he could give. In the end, he whispered past the lump in his throat, "You will be remembered, Ajihad. I swear it. Rest easy knowing that Nasuada shall continue your work and the Empire will be overthrown because of what you accomplished." Conscious of Saphira's touch on his arm, Eragon stepped off the platform with her as Ancalagon was next.
Leaning his head down, Ancalagon's snout touched the casket. Find peace in the afterlife. Rest easily knowing that the Varden will not fall to Galbatorix. I vow this on my life, that your death will not be in vain. The King. Will. Die.
Pulling his head away, Ancalagon turned and stepped off the platform to join Eragon and Saphira as Arya stepped up to give her own send-off to Ajihad, followed by Jörmundur.
When at last everyone had paid their respects, Nasuada bowed over the casket and placed her hand on it. Uttering a pained groan, she began to sing in a strange, wailing language, filling the cavern with her lamentations.
Then came twelve dwarves, who slid a marble slab over the casket. And it was no more.
This should be something. Ancalagon remarked quietly to Saphira and Eragon as they watched people file into the underground amphitheater. The spacious arena echoed with a babble of voices discussing the funeral that had just concluded.
Eragon sat on the lowest tier, level with the podium. With him were Orik, Arya, Hrothgar, Nasuada, and the Council of Elders. Ancalagon and Saphira stood on the row of stairs that cut upward through the tiers.
How so? Saphira glanced at him curiously.
Well, those idiots on the Council expect Eragon to swear fealty to the Varden itself… imagine their shock when he swears it to Nasuada directly rather than what they wanted. Ancalagon chuckled, and soon Saphira joined in. Without another word, the male draped his wing over his unofficial mate, very glad that nothing had changed between them after he revealed the truth to her.
Though it was still weird to be addressed as 'Michael', given he's been called Ancalagon for many months.
Ancalagon saw Eragon's hand drop to Zar'roc and hold a tight grip on the pommel. He leaned down and nudged him gently. Be at ease. We know what we're doing. The Varden can't retaliate… lest they want Saphira and I to be angry and start burning the place down. And I doubt even Stargazer and Almandine would be pleased if the Council tried anything against you.
Thanks, Ancalagon. Eragon rubbed his snout, and the black dragon withdrew his head.
It took several minutes for the amphitheater to fill. Then Jörmundur stepped up to the podium. "People of the Varden, we last stood here fifteen years ago, at Deynor's death. His successor, Ajihad, did more to oppose the Empire and Galbatorix than any before. He won countless battles against superior forces. He nearly killed Durza, putting a scratch on the Shade's blade. And greatest of all, he welcomed Rider Eragon, his dragon, Saphira, and wild dragon Ancalagon the Black into Tronjheim. However, a new leader must be chosen, one who will win us even more glory."
Someone high above shouted, "Shadeslayer!"
Another shouted. "Destroyer of Gil'ead!"
Ancalagon flinched at that, knowing that was directed at him. He looked at the ground, even as Saphira attempted to reassure him. Will that night haunt him forever? Will people call him the 'Destroyer' in the days to come? Would they understand he didn't mean to go that far?
Eragon tried not to react—he was pleased to see that Jörmundur did not even blink. He said, "Perhaps in years to come, but he has other duties and responsibilities now. No, the Council of Elders has thought long on this: we need one who understands our needs and wants, one who has lived and suffered alongside us. One who refused to flee, even when battle was imminent."
At that moment, Eragon sensed comprehension rush through the listeners. The name came as a whisper from a thousand throats and was uttered by Jörmundur himself: "Nasuada." With a bow, Jörmundur stepped aside.
Next was Arya. She surveyed the waiting audience, then said, "The elves honor Ajihad tonight…. And on behalf of Queen Islanzadí, I recognize Nasuada's ascension and offer her the same support and friendship we extended to her father. May the stars watch over her."
Hrothgar took the podium and stated gruffly, "I too support Nasuada, as do the clans." He moved aside.
Then it was Eragon's turn. Standing before the crowd, with all eyes upon him and Saphira, he said, "We support Nasuada as well." Saphira growled in affirmation.
As do the wild dragons. Stargazer said as he and Almandine appeared next to Ancalagon, solidifying the three of them as the wild dragons. Almandine nudged Ancalagon gently.
Ignore what that foolish human said. Do not let the comments and remarks they say about you pin you down. You are a dragon. They should second guess insulting you… unless they are desperate to know what our teeth feel like. She said.
Ancalagon let out a soft chuckle and looked at her. Thank you for the words, lady Almandine.
Just call me Almandine, or Alma. The ancient female said with a wink.
Pledges spoken, the Council of Elders lined themselves on either side of the podium, Jörmundur at their head. Bearing herself proudly, Nasuada approached and knelt before him, her dress splayed in raven billows. Raising his voice, Jörmundur said, "By the right of inheritance and succession, we have chosen Nasuada. By merit of her father's achievements and the blessings of her peers, we have chosen Nasuada. I now ask you: Have we chosen well?"
The roar was overwhelming. "Yes!"
Jörmundur nodded. "Then by the power granted to this council, we pass the privileges and responsibilities accorded to Ajihad to his only descendant, Nasuada." Taking her hand, he lifted her upright and pronounced, "I give you our new leader!"
For ten minutes, the Varden and dwarves cheered, thundering their approbation until the hall rang with the clamor. Once their cries subsided, Sabrae motioned to Eragon, whispering, "Now is the time to fulfill your promise."
No.
The single word was spoken in all minds, and all gazes were directed at the blank expression on Stargazer's face as he looked at the Council.
"N-No? B-But my Lord-" Sabrae started.
Eragon is a Rider, the last of the free Dragon Riders. For ages, that order remained independent from any one group. They never swore allegiance to the elves, nor the dwarves or the humans, and now you would manipulate and coerce the last free Rider into your loyal puppet? Just because the one preventing you from outright doing so is gone? Ajihad wouldn't want this of Eragon, nor would Brom. Especially him. Eragon will remain independent, just as Ancalagon will as he represents the last of the wild dragons.
Do not think we don't know you planned to have some way for him to be bound to the Varden itself. Almandine said with narrowed eyes, a growl building in her throat. Foolish, idiot humans… to think you can enslave a dragon. We mean no disrespect, Lady Nasuada, but it's better Eragon remain independent like the Riders before him. Nothing and no one will change that, not even a bunch of fools looking for their perfect tool.
Nasuada glanced from the two older dragons to Eragon and then to the Council, who were uncertain of whether or not to show anger at the disrespect or fear because these two dragons would easily kill them if they were pushed. The new leader of the Varden smirked a little before she nodded.
"I concur and agree with Lord Stargazer and Lady Almandine." She said loudly, shocking many. "They were around during the days of the Riders and long before the Fall. We know Eragon, Saphira and Ancalagon will fight with us to free this land of Galbatorix and the Empire. That is enough for me, and it should be for all of you."
Nobody dared speak out against her.
Well… seems you worried for nothing. Ancalagon said, looking quite amused as Eragon and Saphira joined him. He looked at the two ancient dragons. Good show though.
Why thank you,. I do try. Almandine said with a chuckle.
Stargazer chuckled and nuzzled his mate. You look very ravishing when you put fools in their place.
Down, my dear. Almandine licked his cheek while Ancalagon, Eragon and Saphira looked away, redness on their cheeks.
Do you have to do that? Ancalagon groaned, embarrassed to have seen that.
Almandine pulled away from her mate and winked at him. Don't be shy, sweet one… you'll know what it feels like when the time comes for you.
Ancalagon's eyes widened, knowing what she was meaning, and his redness deepened. God, why did this feel like the times when his mother would embarrass him over that crush he had on a girl at school? He glanced at Almandine, who had gone back to nuzzling Stargazer. He started to think on the times Almandine showed affection to him, or comforted him, although they were few.
He knew it wasn't out of romantic attachment or anything like that, it was more like… motherly affection.
He glanced at her again, watching her be nuzzled by Stargazer and he couldn't help but smile and think to himself.
She'd make a great mother to whatever hatchling they have.
Editor boi: Well… looks like Ajihad died, then got buried, and please let us know how you liked Nasuada's ascension. Was it good? The circlet bestowed upon her by Stargazer shows the unity of the First Four. Glaedr, Thorn and Firnen are not part of this. This is a family and… well… hint hint.
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