Disclaimer: I do not own The Inheritance Cycle. I only own the OC Michael Draven/Ancalagon.
When Ancalagon woke up the next morning, at least he thought it was morning. Time was hard to tell in this place now that he thought about it. Anyway, when he woke up to the comforting and warm feeling of Saphira's body pressed against his own, their tails coiled around each other, his wing draped over her like a blanket as per the norm between them, he felt more relaxed than he had been in a while. For the first time in a few days, he had been able to get a proper sleep, one that wasn't plagued by nightmares of what he did at Gil'ead, of the faces of the people who died in the destruction.
As he laid there, listening to Saphira's gentle, calming inhales and exhales as she slumbered, he thought about things that had happened so far. Elva had not been blessed, so at least he had made sure of that not happening. It might've been useful in the book, and a show that while Eragon is a Rider he is still young and can make a mistake, Ancalagon refused to have a child cursed like that. If need be, Ancalagon will disable the traps in Galbatroix's fortress, as he did have foreknowledge. But even that can't be relied on. He expected Ajihad to be the same as in the book when finding out about Murtagh, yet he was calmer and agreed that the son shouldn't have to pay for his father's sins.
If changes had to come, Ancalagon would rather they be good changes and not bad ones. Yet, he knew that there may be things he cannot prevent no matter how much he tries, Brom's death was one of them. He stopped the original death near Dras-Leona, only for Brom to die at Gil'ead, and that reveal that he had taken a look at Ancalagon's memories and saw some of his past.
That thought made Ancalagon turn his attention to Saphira as she slept peacefully beside him.
How would she react of he told her of his past? Who he was?
He wouldn't obviously mention the foreknowledge part, that should be kept to himself and only himself. If such knowledge got out, then he'd never be left alone. He'd be hounded for days, and that's not to mention Galbatorix's spies.
Speaking of them... Ancalagon thought with a low growl, his eyes narrowing. I'll need to do something about them at some point. But if I prevent Murtagh from being taken, Thorn won't be born. Ugh, this foreknowledge can be a fucking pain to have.
Sensing a presence enter the room, Ancalagon looked to see a large cat sat on the edge of the cave, licking a paw. It glanced at him, and he saw a flash of slanted red eyes.
A cat wanders into a dragon's cave. Ancalagon said, broadcasting his mind towards who he knew to be Solembum. Quite suicidal, if you ask me.
But this cat does not intrude purposefully. Solembum retorted playfully. Angela wishes to see Eragon. Expect a visit from her sometime today, as she is quite curious about you.
Ancalagon snorted a little and laid his head back down as he heard Eragon stir and awaken, soon spotting the werecat. Eragon glanced towards the dragons, Saphira now half-awake as she opened an eye lazily.
Go. We'll be fine, she murmured, nuzzling her head against the side of Ancalagon's neck, trying to get comfortable again.
As Eragon left, Ancalagon muttered to the dragoness, We could've gone with him.
He'll be fine. Saphira murmured. Now shut up. You're warm and I'm too comfortable. Sleep.
Yes, mother. Ancalagon chuckled with an eyeroll before closing his eyes and drifting back off into slumber, the rumble and gentle hum of the dragons filling the room.
"Well, well, so you're the silver dragon I've been hearing so much about."
Ancalagon opened his eye and regarded Angela neutrally as she stood in the dragonhold, grinning. The silver dragon was on his own this time, as Eragon and Saphira had been summoned by Hrothgar. Ancalagon had no wish to go at the moment, though he will seek a private audience with the dwarf king at some point so he remained in the dragonbhold, sleeping, only for that to now be interrupted by Angela.
Well, Solembum did say she will seek him out at some point today.
Ancalagon lifted his head, yawning. And you must be Angela.
Angela curtsied respectfully. "In the flesh." Without much warning, she sauntered over and plopped down onto Ancalagon's silver, foreleg, taking out what appeared to be some kind of book and began to write or draw something in it while Solembum climbed up onto Ancalagon's back and made himself comfortable.
What can I do for you? Ancalagon asked.
"What can you do for me? Hmm, well, there's many things a dragon could do for me." Angela said with a grin, making Ancalagon huff in amusement at her antics, knowing she would take his words differently like she did with Brom in Teirm.
Why did you want to see me aside from behold the second free dragon in Alagaësia? He asked.
"Curiosity for one." Angela said, not looking up from her sketchbook. "For the first time since the Fall of the Riders, a wild dragon is roaming the lands. Unbound, riderless, no one to control him. That kind of thing is terrifying to most, especially when knowing what you're capable of, yet unaware of your limits after what happened to Gil'ead."
Ancalagon's eyes went sharp. How do you know about that?
Angela shrugged non-coherently. "Word spreads. Tales of a silver monster laying waste to the dark city, leaving nothing but a mushroom cloud that could be seen all the way to Urû'baen. I bet even the King himself could see it. Word is that he actually left the capital for the first time in years to see the ruins for himself. And from the tales of some survivors, I'd wager that he's now interested in you."
Great. Ancalagon sighed. Well, that's just great. Just what he needed, the King's attention on him. Galbatorix would be looking to either control him, as such a powerful dragon could be useful to him, or he'd kill him to prevent him from becoming a threat. Sadly for him, Ancalagon had already chosen to be a threat to the King.
"it is." Angela smiled cheerfully, getting a dry look from the silver dragon in response but Angela went back to sketching. "So, any progress with that fierce, beautiful dragoness?"
Ancalagon's eyes widened at that. I'm sorry?
"Apology accepted." Angela waved casually. "I'm talking about Eragon's dragon, Saphira. She's quite a beauty, isn't she?"
Ancalagon's eyes narrowed. Whatever you're implying-
"Oh, I'm not implying." Angela's grin widened, lowering her sketchbook to look him in the eyes. "I just use my eyes and see what is clear as day; you have a strong affection for her, I daresay you love her. And I think it's pretty obvious that she loves you back."
Ancalagon was struck silent, unable to respond.
"I think you two will make a great couple." Angela went back to her sketching. "You two seem right for each other. It's only a matter of time before one of you finally comes forward about it. I pray that it's you, and that you commit. To most tragic thing to see in this life would be a heartbroken dragoness."
Breaking her heart, or hurting her in any way is the last thing that I want. Ancalagon growled.
"Then tell her how you feel." Angela said without looking up. "Choose a perfect time to do so, when you feel the opportunity is there. Denying what your heart wants is only going to lead to heartache and more pain."
What are you, an expert? Ancalagon asked with a huff.
"No, just a woman who has eyes." Angela winked at him, then patted his snout before she held up her sketchbook. "What do you think?"
Ancalagon looked at what she drew and snorted, seeing that she had drawn him and Saphira together, in the air with their tails entwined together, their snouts pressing together, with the space between their chests forming a love heart.
Chapter may have been short, but I am trying to push things along and hopefully finish this by chapter 30.