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Post by Darkness Song on Dec 8, 2008 17:06:29 GMT -5
The Queen nodded and spoke quietly. "The day is long... and soon it shal be night. You have riden for much too long I presume. I shall make due with what I have... Go to your tent and I shall see you when I've come with a new decision." The Queen said excusing herself as well. She stopped before leaving the other side of the tent. "I am afraid that with three riders of Galbatorix that I must leave to the safety of the Forests... It is much too dangerous for me here..." She looked to Arya. "I will leave someone else under command, Arya there is one last thing. Hailut can teach you much... I know we had no proper teacher for you and it might do you good to be taught by Hailut. He has himself discovered many things a rider and Dragon are capable of. See him within due time." She walked from the tent and was immediately surrounded by her royal guards who were in turn watched by many magicians.
Horrion looked to Alvashar. Do you think it is fair he must walk with such a limp? Without answer Horrion kneeled and looked to Alvashar. "Horrion wants you to ride on him. Surely with you helping me in that last fight we faught you would still have trouble with your leg..." Hailut said helping his friend up upon Horrion's back. Alvashar sat upon the saddle and smiled. "Thank you my friend..." Horrion then jumped over the tents and then landed to the outer wall of the elves. It was made of grass mud and rock so that it was like a natural hill. Horrion jumped clear of the wall and landed on the other side then settled down. Let us wait for the younger ones. Alvashar you may stay for we might need of your healing... Horrion said as he yawned. Hailut looked into the setting sun and sighed. Alvashar layed back upon Horrion and rested his now weary eyes.
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Post by Kyana on Dec 8, 2008 17:29:31 GMT -5
Arya met Leithan outside the tent. I thought about being taught by them. They have lived for so long and know a lot. We could learn a lot, as the Queen reccomends... Arya mused as she mounted Leithan. Yes. Horrion mentioned this. He said to meet him on the outer feilds. That's where I'm heading. Sure... I still miss Oromis and Glaedr. The thought of having a new teacher is opening old wounds... Arya thought. Oromis and Glaedr had been their first teachers. They had studied with them for many years before parting finally. It hadn't been long before they took on Eragon and Saphria. She hadn't met them yet, but she'd heard a lot about them. She had only just heard of their deaths and it pained her. Yes, of course. But it would still be good it we went on and took advantage of this offer. Arya nodded and they preceeded onto the clearing. It was silent, with Arya lost in thought.
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Post by Darkness Song on Dec 8, 2008 19:29:18 GMT -5
Horrion rose and Alvashar got off of him. Horrion walked Leithan and Arya. Greeting... He spoke to each of them. Hailut walked up to Horrion and then looked at him. Though their minds were open they said no words. Arya noticed since she was brushed against his concience. Leithan follow me... Horrion said and walked up on the hill overlooking the field. Arya looked at Leithan and then they parted. Hailut looked at Arya and motioned her to sit down. He took a seat upon the grass. "Tell me what you think Oromis did that got him killed when he faught. I am already sure that he told you many things in the way of magic. He is a wise man but yet a foolish one. He studied in the ways to power his magic only..." Arya looked at him and gulped down a wound. "He was killed by Thorn who was more powerful..." She answered simply. Hailut looked to her. "No, Oromis was ten times stronger then Thorn and Murtagh... It was the fight of the dragons that led to their downfall... They could overwhelm them with magic but never could they fight a good duel of the sky... This is why they died. Do not be upset about this Oromis was my teacher as well. He taught me the most boring of magic of which I took little intrest in. Though magic is a key importance so that way the other does not get the better of you. But it still comes down to the fighting. Oromis and I used to duel when I was still Young... He showed me many different ways to fight all of them I enjoyed but, when we faught Oromis and Glaedr, Horrion and Myself. I won easily." Arya looked at him as Hailut looked over at Horrion. "He had the better of me at every magic I could pull out. He always tried to tell me to go with the unexpected. So I did. I jumped off Horrion and landed upon Glaedr. How he despised me when I did... Oromis looked as if I were crazy as Glaedr began to spin trying to kick me off. Right before I was thrown, Horrion atacked Glaedr and took him by the wings as I moved upon Oromis and dueled. That was the proudest day of my life... Though if I were part of the Empire I would have been the most cheered one of them. Killing Oromis was Galbatorix's goal..." Arya still looked at him. Waiting for her turn to speak. Hailut had been so quiet now he began to talk without stop. "My lession is for the day to always think the unexpected. Not many riders know how, nor have the courage or skill to jump on another's dragon and fight the rider as they would have on the ground. You can do many things such as Sit upon the tail and slash at the dragon as yours flys past. Think of ways to do it." Hailut looked to her then to the grass, he took a lump of it and showed it to her. "What do you see here?" Arya looked puzzeled but he repeated the question. "Just grass..." Hailut then broke appart the grass to show the tiny blades of the grass, the roots, dirt, a rock. "Think of all magic as this grass..." He motioned to the entire field. "When you look at it like this it seems all general, Maybe a rock here, maybe a bug there but it all looks the same. But upon further inspection you see the many little holes and differences. Now put this to different terms imagine a ward. Protection that can be made to protect a large amount of different things. But every ward has a hole in it and thats what you need to grasp and take hold of. I can make a ward to say block all fire casted at me. Does that render me immune to all fire? It does not. You could chuck a ball of grass at me and light it on fire and do damage to me that way. You can create a small bubble of pure air and with a bit of friction turn it into a ball of flames to fire at me. Both would render my ward useless. Now if I reworded my ward to protect from all fire. Does that make me safe? As the same it does not. There are tiny holes within every ward." Arya looked to him. "Isn't there a way to word a ward to protect against what you want it to?" She asked still looking at the grass. "There is but it takes many hours to complete the ward. If you just call out a simple spell you can protect against many things, Using a spell such as "Brisingr" is fire. But how is that fire made? It is too general of a spell to think of. This is also why you never use magic without saying the word. Thinking of Brisingr means that you want "Fire" does not say where you want the fire, how much you want to put into this fire, how big will the fire be, how long will it last. That is why when you say the spell you also think of what you want from it. Its a double safety if you may think of it that way..." Hailut explained. "There is a magician I studied with who always wanted to find "The answer" to every odd thing you can think of. I helped him for a while and discovered much when i did so. He is a stange yet intelligent man. Should you ever cross his path speak with him. He knows too much an ordinary man just simply puts aside... Do you have any other questions?" Hailut looked to her.
Horrion rested his head as he laid down. Are you hungry Leithan? He asked simply Leithan stayed standing I am... It has been a long flight... Then lets hunt before we start our lession... Horrion flew to the sky and began to feast his eyes upon several deer that grazed in the meadow. They began to fun in fear. Horrion dove and without even having to attack the deer fell and another one did. I claim these two... Horrion landed to the deer and began to feast devouring all bones and skin. Leithan flew fast and caught a large deer and brought it to where Horrion feasted. How did you kill such animals with no claw or teeth? Horrion looked up. Oromis taught us how you sap the energy out of an animal... I use it because I do not giving pain to creatures who do not need it... Leithan it is time to learn your lession.... When you and your rider speak I have noticed that you communicate through words. This is a mistake. You two act like two different minds. Blend your thoughts so it is as if you are one. It is tough and very confusing when you can control one another but doing so will make you be able to react to everything. Instead of telling one another to move here or go there. You will know and they can focus on the more important matters at hand. You and your rider share a bond no other person or animal can do. It is not love it is a bond that cannot be broken... Do you understand? You have no need to keep a secret from one another or dumb thoughts... I have heard much of what Hailut thinks. It also strengthens the bonds so when your far away you still can feel one another. Though it is very difficult to do because when your appart. You feel only half of what you truely are... It is difficult to describe... The bond you make when you do this will be everlasting. We have tried to close one another's minds but it always ends with a very bad headache and pain. It feels like your half what you were... At least when your appart. Horrion swallowed the rest of the deer and belched loudly. Do you have anything to ask?
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Post by Kyana on Dec 8, 2008 22:44:44 GMT -5
(OMG! >.< Are you writing a book? lol.)
Arya nodded. She was at first angry the way he talked about Oromis, but he was right in many ways. I met that man. I forget his name though. I did learn a lot from him..." Arya said slowly. She took the blades of grass in between her slender fingers and had begun to split them pulling them apart down the middle. "Leithan and I have practied much in the air. We've never had to fight a hard duel ariel style, so it would be good to practice. But we're quite experienced in that area... One of the things I'm more concerned about is not the idea of phyical fighting by the magical aspect. I know both are just as important. But Galbatrox has unlimited hearts of hearts. Even with lots of skill, he uses these. How is one supposed to defeat that?" Arya asked. "He'd kill anyone in a second before anyone could get within touching him...
Leithan only shook his head. No... But then hea added, I hatched for Arya when she was too young to comprehend anything. We were the youngest dragon and rider in the history of riders and dragons. She was only five. We spent many of our first years just bonding, learning the basics. It was...strange. She didn't realyl start training until she was seven. Our bond because of that is different. In many ways stronger, I'd say... Leithan mused.
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Post by Galadas on Dec 9, 2008 15:19:35 GMT -5
Terek gaped, lazy. He hung forward, he would fall to sleep if he had the change. But Aura told him to keep his attention where he should, waiting, waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Darkness Song on Dec 9, 2008 15:53:19 GMT -5
(Lol Maybeh XD but really its just cause I felt the charactor come out like that ) Hailut looked to her as she split the grass. "You understand that the reason the riders fell is because Galbatorix faught so greatly in the Air to Air. He knows too much for one man's good and all this is from spending many a decades alone with him and his dragon. I have learn much while I was in solitude but I have also gained a great deal of information from stories." Hailut looked to the falling sun. "Stories can be written in a web of lies that trap really anyone from seeing the truth. Like a fly to a spiderweb. But there are small holes and gaps, ways to go around the information presented to you and find that one spot where the truth is. I have spent many years reading all this folklore of goblins and witches, creatures of the dark and creatures of the light. All seeming to be false but no matter where you are within this world. Everyone seems to know about such creatures. Every culture has its own version yet all leading to the same creature." He looked around quickly. "It used to be that Urgals were just that of myth to my city. Then they appeared and began to attack. Just after Galbatorix left. He had went north and well it seems he gathered many stories from there. He as well as I share the same mind I believe. He learned to comunicate to his dragon the same I do mine. We are one the same. But that is of different topic." He shook his head. "To find where I am leading to it is that every story gave me information to the Heart of Hearts in many ways. Dragons used to give it to someone to heal them instantly, This was done many lifetimes ago but it was then that the Gray Folk lived. No one understood magic such as the Gray Folk and they soon wieled their power so that we may prevail. Now look. We have come far but we are still new to the magical realm. If you think about it we had made clothes in the begining of time that were simple and plain, now look how intricate they have become because someone decided or found a way to do it. Now that we have learned the basics of such magic we have to discover new ways to weild it. Though it is like playing with fire, you will get burned." He laughed to himself and then stood. "I believe that time will come again to speak when it is morning. I bid you a fare night." Hailut rose and walked up to the top of the hill where Horrion met him and took him into the air. Horrion looked to Leithan and smiled as the young one ate. Leithan tell me what you believe the fall of the riders was about. Why do you think One person did so much deaths to our race without even falling himself? Horrion asked him and then ate the last of the deer and then layed still head resting against the dirt. It was because he must have attacked something that would relate to our kind up there... He dueled and grew wise on how we would react in the air. No real proper training was needed for a Dragon on Dragon battle. It was not like us to fight amoung eachother when we could easily fight for masters. Deep inside of Galbatorix's dragon lies the same emotions. Though forced to do his bidding they are not evil. We should not kill his dragon for any reason. Galbatorix must die for he is the heart of darkness. Horrion rose and then walked to the hill. I bid you a fare night. He lifted his wings and flew into the sky.
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Post by Kyana on Dec 9, 2008 16:04:55 GMT -5
Arya sat there a moment more after Hailut left. She looked at the pile of gras that she had. She whispered and it started to weave together, getting faster. She watched as it created a little dragon and rider. She smiled as she picked it up. She touched the wings and let it fly off into the dark. She stood and contacted Leithan.
Leithan finished as layed back. I do not really know, but my guess would be that he never fell because he had so many followers and knowledge and experience. He attacked many of the other riders because they were somewhat disoriganized and a bunch of other factors that lead to their Fall.
Sive knew that Galbatrox had wanted him to get involved, but Galbatrox hadn't know about Andlarta. He contacted Terek. The Empire is losing ground. Stay even with me. We are to dive down and interefeer with their ranks. Prevent escape. Whatever you do, do not get off Aura. That is an order from Galbatrox himself. You to are to stay together.
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Post by Galadas on Dec 9, 2008 16:47:00 GMT -5
Terek nodded, fine with him. He didn't wait for any signal, he had waited to long allready. Aura dived down.
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Post by Kyana on Dec 9, 2008 17:16:57 GMT -5
Andlarta swpet down, her claws racking into their ranks. Sive closed his eyes breifly feeling himself liven with all this death. Even Galbatrox himself the "lord of evil" knew nothing of this feeling. He hissed spells out from under his breath. They fell in hordes. Rising again he looped back down. Arrows flew. He healed the ones that hit Andlarta. Andlarta also did her best to avoide them. Sive felt one penetrate his lower shouder. His teet came together in pail. Taking the arrow by the shaft, he pulled it out, healing the wound over quickly. Pointing an arrow at a chosen target, he murmered a spell sending it forward into the soldier's neck. Sive took his sword. The Varden was falling back. It was getting too dark to see for the soldiers as well with the coming darkness. The Empire's soldiers sensed victory. With eagerness they ran forward on the retreating Varden, Andlarta and Aura on their tails. The sides had turned.
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Post by Galadas on Dec 10, 2008 3:28:33 GMT -5
Terek laughed, happy. He had never been in a fight before and now, because of him and Sive, they seemed to be winning. And the even better things were that the spells he used worked, they worked without anything going wrong, like putting him and Aura on fire like the first time.
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Post by Kyana on Dec 10, 2008 15:07:07 GMT -5
It was really getting dark quickly. Mortals can't fight in the dark, their eyes are too weak, but we can... Andlarta said. I'll have to ask Terek. He is a human. Besides, we'll cover and come with the cloak of night while they sleep. Choas will reign. A perfect plan. Let us disguss this with the general first. I don't think he knows of our presence, or who I am anyway... The Empire's soldiers gave up their chase. It'd contine the next day. Terek, Sive said, easily breaking through Terek's installed defenses. Hey! Terek shouted, the realizing it was Sive, asked What?. Sive could sense his annoyance and took this in with relish. You are to land. Follow me. We are going to meet with the general.
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Post by Galadas on Dec 11, 2008 14:22:54 GMT -5
Terek sighed. Yeah, oke. He said.
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Post by Kyana on Dec 11, 2008 16:08:43 GMT -5
(short post >< lol)
Sive landed. The soldiers immeditally made room. Andlarta barred her teeth at them, red eyes flashing. Sive smiled, cruel. These men might be the Empire's forces, but they were still only human. The general was waiting for him. "You're a dragon rider?" he asked, astonished. Can't shades not be dragon riders? the man thought.Sive felt some annoyance prick in him. "Actually Shades can be riders..." he said, the general paling, as Sive read his thoughts. "But not a dragon rider. Andlarta is no dragon..." to prove this Andlarta came all the closer, a wicked grin on her face. Sive absorbed the man's fear. "Be it glad that you serve Galbatrox, or I'd have you killed right out for your ignorance..." Sive said, looking at his sharp nails. "Anyway, I would reccomend that you tell your men to stay in their tents tonight and don't wander. Andlarta and I will deal with the Varden's camp. Eragon is off, even with him I doubt that he'd stand a chance. As it is anyway, we'll deal. Just tell your men not to leave camp..." Sive said, his voice dark. "Dinner time..."
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Post by Galadas on Dec 11, 2008 16:31:51 GMT -5
( I didn't know what to write ^^ )
Terek still sat on Aura, looking at Sive from a distance, he had no need to talk with them. There was nothing for him to say, there never was. He sighed and lay his head on Aura's softened scales, it was her weak point, but as long as he guarded it no one would harm her. He had listened, and wondered if he was to go with Sive or stay at the camp.
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Post by Darkness Song on Dec 13, 2008 17:42:22 GMT -5
Horrion and Hailut glided to their massive tent, built big enough and made just in time when they left the Queen's and taught the two. Horrion landed and walked inside slightly crouching so not to harm it. It was too elegant to harm at all. Horrion circled the entire tent with his body and laid his head down on the mass of pillows they lumped for him. Check the Varden... See how they do this day. I have sensed much while I was teaching... Horrion closed his massive eyes wandering inside Hailut's mind to see what he did. Hailut went to the center and pulled water from the ground then it flattened and they scoured the area looking. A dark smoke covered the moon and when Hailut looked closely he saw the mass amounts of the dead. All of the Varden... Only few of the empire. There was no emotion left in him, he had already seen this too many times. But he did seem agitated when he looked to the marks that scrapped the earth to the rocks. Large massive claws must have done this. Bigger then Thorn and much smaller then Galbatorix's steed. What do you make of this? Hailut asked since he could not put his mind straight to the question. To me, it seems they were also hiding a rider... But I cannot be sure, Could be a number of things the empire must have conceided. Magicians strong enough to shrift earth... But that cannot amount to the series of them all neatly alligned. Prehaps Galbatorix is not all he is said to be. Or that we have something deadly amoung us... We should head back tomorrow. There is no time to train while a creature that could threaten the Varden like this lurks undetected. Ask the Leader of the Varden to see if she knows anything? Horrion added his point. I do not know where the queen is... We should head back to the battle and check to see if not one Varden can tell us the creature... Hailut stood and walked to bed drifting asleep.
Alvashar got up from the hill and walked over to Arya. "You should get rest. A day of flying has tired Leithan out. He should not take any more action until he is rested." Alvashar walked off to his own tent easily scaling the wall, Though slightly wounded he was still young and nimble.
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Post by Kyana on Dec 13, 2008 17:50:49 GMT -5
Arya slept, disturbed by dreams of bloodshed and a darkness. But suddenly it seemed so real.... So clear: A black dragon, no not a dragon. Something else. It's aura was so sinister. The person riding upon its back also emitted a dark and evil aura. It was if Arya was riding next to the black creature and its rider. She inspected the rider closer. Despite the dark, she could see that he wasn't human. A shade...? It was hard to tell. Together they dove down. There was a group of tents hiddenl in the trees. The black creature gave a peircing scream before breaking into the trees. Arya wanted to shout a warning, but no sound came. She couldn't see herself in this nightmare, only be a bystander. The dragon-creature snapped, tore, and ultimatley obliverated the soldiers as they ran from their destroyed tents. The rider lept off, sword flashing. He easily attacked the soldiers, cutting them down. They moved like an unstoppable force. Arya had been in battle many times before, but never was it like this: the murder of thousands of basically defenseless people. Most of the soldiers were unarmed, still in their underclothes or bed clothes. Those who were on watch were still no match against the two evil pair. The dragon-creature feasted upon the fallen quickly before attacking again. Arya wanted to attack the two, but she couldn't. Only eyes and ears, forced to watch this massacre. Arya didn't know how long she watched, too long. It repeated and repeated. Finally the screams and moans fell silent. The rider and the dragon-creature stood side by side. There was blood everwhere. He had a satisfactory smile on his face, his eyes were blood red, like that of the dragon-creature, who's face was covered with blood. Arya tried to focus on his face, memorize it. She'd never seen him before, but now she definetly could see that he was a shade. He looked up. She followed his gaze to see a real dragon land in the clearing. He looked around, pulling a face. Arya wanted to punch him. She knew him. This was the dragon, Arya and her rider that Arya had tracked and spied on earlier. "Terek, send word to the general that this battle is over..." the shade said, as he wipped his sword clean on the shirt of a corpse. "Er, sure..." Terek responded. So that was the rider's name. "Next time, you may participate..." the shade said with a smirk. Arya saw annoyance flicker across Terek's face. "Sive, what about them?" Terek asked, pointing to the five people, tied up. They were bloodied, but alive. Their eyes were terrified, and their faces were pale. Sive. That was the Shade's na,e, Arya thought to herself. Sive's smile grew, flashing sharp dagger-like teeth. "Oh, them? We'll release them." "Why?" Terek said, walking over. "This war is physical. If we can make it feel that they've lost already, mentally, like I said, then they'll more apt to die or to side with the right side... Think, boy. Half of everything is mental. You'll learn. Release them. Actually only release three. Kill the other two." Sive bent over, enhaling as if breathing in a nice aroma. "Ah... Your fear is just delicious..." he purred, eyes glittering. "Lets see... eane, meani, mine, mo...catch a bastard by the throat, his he hollers, let him choke, my mind tells me to pick the very best one and you are it..." Sive said, pointing a clawed finger at the unforutnate man. Tears shone on his face. His eyes said a thousand words. Arya, if she was in her body, would been crying too. She wanted to turn away, close her eyes, but couldn't. Sive choose the other man the same way. Then he lifted them up as if they weighed nothing and handed them over to Terek. "Dispose of them. We'll have his friends watch, before releasing them with a message for all of Alagaesia."
Arya woke with a start. Leithan looked at her with concerned eyes. What is wrong? I sense something. A bad dream? Yes. A nightmare. But it was so real. I fear it might be a vision. I've had them rarely in the past... She fed Leithan her dream. When she was done, she looked at him. We should go to Horrion and Hailut first before going to the Queen. They'd know what to do.
Sive looked at Terek, his eyes icy. "Go on. Kill them..."
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Post by Darkness Song on Dec 13, 2008 21:04:45 GMT -5
Hailut scanned the battlefields and all where he had traveled. Looking for a sign of some sort to tell him where the Empire is... No matter how he scanned it was hopeless until he saw a face of a man he once knew. The scry was blurry and then faded out... Ward protected against scrying... Hailut sat there and thought then turned to another spell keeping a hand on his side to draw energy from his sword. He spoke quickly mixing words until he saw it... a Shade. Its red eyes peircing at the man. His eyes were blurry with tears. Next to the shade stood another person. Suddenly the soldier fainted or passed out... or was killed. But no more were his eyes open and the spell faded. Hailut looked to Horrion. They both knew that this was not the thing that trigged their senses. It was something else... They could jsut feel the grass and leaves and the trees and animals all thinking about it. So many unclear images, the grass says it is a monstrous spike that clawed them. The trees say that their limbs broken but their roots not. Others tell of the blight that was put upon them when their energy was siphoned. Hailut let a tear fall, it was rare for it to do so but he had known this man. A man he had smiled at when he destoried the Empire at the base of the Plateu. The man seemed so dumbfound when looking at him and so eager to go back to the front lines. What a shame that he would be tortured by a Shade. Hailut make a silent promise that he would find this mans body and give him a proper funeral. A man who was so eager to go to the front would of died a hero, not by torture.... He needed to- Little one it is alright. The man will be alright. Horrion lied but it was for a good cause. This shade has something we do not... Maybe it is another rider... Maybe it is just him casting his spells. We will never know the truth of what he is doing. But we can make sure that whatever he does will not go unpunished. If we find this man when we return. I will help the funeral infront of all the Varden. Their hearts have been crippled by their losses to this new rider... Thank you Horrion. It would do their spirit and morale good to show that even a Shur'tugal will bury a no-body. They might see right in it. Maybe they will fight harder.. Hailut stood and walked to Horrion who shifted his arm to reveal the small patch of smooth scales. Days of sleeping here had made these scales morph to a more of a bed. That and a bit of magic...
Alvashar walked back to his tent and took rest sleeping his wery body out. But his nightmare soon became to be something else. He could make no sense of the black flower that suddenly bloomed in the field of the rainbow of colors. Then it suddenly blighted the ground and with the heavy fog turned the field into a barren land... All but this one single flower. A man walked up with red eyes and picked the flower and sneered. He threw the flower into the air and a dark demonic figure with wings appeared. It gave a battlecry that was so real it was scary. He woke in a cold sweat and unable to think went to sleep putting a spell upon himself to sleep dreamlessly.
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Post by Kyana on Dec 13, 2008 22:51:57 GMT -5
Arya jumped on Leithan, so that they might be faster. They were suprised to find Hailut and Horrion awake. Arya said a quick formal elfin greeting before approaching. "Hailut, I had a dream. A vision, I think." He looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "It was of a black dragon-like creature with a shade for a rider. But shades can't become dragon riders, so that creature wasn't a dragon. I don't know what it is, but they attacked the Varden's army during the night killing everyone but three men. They let them go so that the message could spread. What does this mean?" Arya said, finally inhaling. She realized that she hadn't taken a breath at all while she was speaking.
Sive walked among the dead. He didn't bother to burn the bodies. He left them there to rot in the heat of the day. It was still dark, but the early sun could be seen just lightly over to the east. Already carrion scavengers had landed. Andlarta's tail twiched lazily, as she eyes their masterpeice before them. Sive enjoyed to walk among the dead. His heart still beat wildly with bloodlust from the fight. He picked a few different items off the bodies that interested him. Money, gold. Not that much materilistic items interested him. It was better than waste... He was towards the back, where they had spent less time fighting, he sensed human life. Andlarta growled, scales shifting. Sive shrugged nonchalantly. Pulling his sword from his belt again he made way to a destroyed tent. Muttering a quick spell the tent flew away. There was a young woman, her leg and probably other bones broken. She was crying. Sive felt her fear, terror, and...determination? He stopped, to look at her. She had soft pale skin with dark brown wavy hair. Her eyes were a bright green, shining with tears. He felt his throat tighten, his anticipated idea of tourture deflating. What is it? Andlarta asked. It was too tight for her in these trees, and she didn't feel like fighting the branches. Do you want help? No. It's just a young woman... Sive said, still staring. Then deal with her and lets get going, Andlarta sniped. Sive didn't respond. This girl, she reminded him of someone. Someone many many years ago... Maven. That was it, right? He couldn't remember clearly. It had beenn so long ago. Before he became the dark being that he is. When he'd been human. It stirred so many memories.... Sive crouches over a young woman, a wedding band newly on her finger. Wails of anguish and mourning echo off the stone walls. He slamms his fists into the walls, breaking bones. But this pain is so much easier to cope with than what torments him inside. Sive takes the arrow imbedded him her chest and rips it out with maddened furiosity. He stares at the poisnious point meant for his heart and remembers. She jumped infront of him to save his life. Save his life. He poured countless amounts of his magic into her still body, but what was the point? She was nothing but a corpse. Her fingers were still warm. His cries continues into the night. Sometime during those dark hours he starts chanting. He'd bring her back to life even if it meant damning himself. She was his life. Without her, his life means nothing. He pours his life out, welcoming the dark heart of the shadows that corrupts him. He feels her stir. He submurges himself deeper into the spirits that surged around as he called upon them. Each breath pained him, but it is working... Maven openes her eyes and smiles. Sive smiles back, happiness filling him, even as she shadows and spirits work their magic. He feels his heart jump. She stands, looking at him, horror forming on her face. She sees him changed. She sees what he has become. Her anger and horror melts to sorrow, the tears come. Taking a knife from the table, she kills herself before he can act. In his own self-hatred he fully submits himself to the darkness of the magic...
Sive? Andlarta cries. She's smashed her way through the trees, reliving Sive's emotion second hand. Seeing him well, she looked at the young woman, huddled as far as she can move without disturbing her injured body. Sive's eyes are distant. She feels his pain and confusion, sees flashes of his memories. The suffering. She's never felt it like this, from him. Sive! she tried again, nudging him. Sive blinks, eyes focusing on the young girl. "I'm sorry...." he says towards her. "So sorry..."
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Post by Galadas on Dec 14, 2008 11:43:53 GMT -5
Terek lay down in the grass, not far from the camp. He had told the General what he had to tell, but after that he wanted to get as far away as posible. He had looked with open eyes what Sive had done, all those deads. He hoped that Galbatorix didn't think that he would ever get so cold as that. He sighed, falling asleep against Aura's belly.
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Post by Darkness Song on Dec 14, 2008 15:52:15 GMT -5
Hailut looked to Horrion who rose and stretched. "It means that the dark-dragons have returned. They are the evil-of-shades that have been created from the ancient tounge." Hailut spoke though it was Horrion's mind. "I think we will need to leave soon." Hailut looked to Horrion and then they both nodded. Hailut grabbed a bit of the food and water from around the tent as well as the bow they had put for him in there. Alvashar knew he loved the bow. It was an oak bow so extravigantly made and carved it would seem like no other. The pull on the bow was so tough it took even the power of Horrion to pull it back. A bow that could rip through a weak ward... Hailut just loved it. He slung it over his shoulder and took the quiver attaching it to his side. Arya just looked to him then looked to Horrion. We are getting ready to go, You two should follow at your own pace. Leithan I know you are tired from the day's flight you should see if you should rest or not. Horrion walked out of the tent and then bent low as Horrion ran up the tail and mounted him. We will be waiting at the Varden's outpost for you. And then Horrion lifted off with a flew quick flaps he began to even out and fly into the wind which lay high up.
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