Wyrda: Father of Dragons (Eragon Book 5)

Chapter 10: Magic Trials

                It was a cold long night as two figures entered the tall trees in the forest. Above the figures, two dragons, one blue and one green circled in the sky above them. One of the figures was wearing a blue colored shirt and brown pants. He had brown curly hair and his build was muscular. He looked fit as he walked confidently, following the figure in front of him. The other was a female, with long black raven hair and white skin. Her lips were red and her green eyes had a determined look. She wore black leather pants and a green top to match her dragon's color. She walked with care, opening the path.

            The two figures suddenly stopped in a large clearing. In the middle of the open space was a lake with crystal clear water. The lake's water moved from the slight cold breeze, but it mirrored the red orange light coming from the big full moon in the sky. The two figures lied down near the lake and talked for a while, looking at the moon and the countless stars in the sky, every once in a while pointing at one. The female figure stayed silent for quite a while until the male figure kneeled away from her point of view. He used a quick incantation, and a small green node sprung from the ground, slowly growing into a larger size. The plant grew leaves and finally, with the final words of the incantation, a flower formed in the top of the plant. The flower was blue and the petals had a slight touch of a silver color at the ends. The stem of the flower had a gold color, which created a very pleasant smell on the air. With a quick motion, he gave the flower to the female figure, saying a few words as he did so. A shiver passed through the female figure and she did the same. The two figures slowly leaned towards each other, closer and closer, until finally their lips touched kissing passionately. The dragons above roared their approval.

"Eragon! Eragon!" Saphira shouted in his mind, trying to wake him up. Eragon snapped his eyes open, looking around the room, trying to figure where he was.

"Goodmorning Saphira!" Eragon said with a yawn.

"I've been trying to wake you for so long! I was a bit worried, little one." Saphira explained.

                Eragon smiled at her and then lifted himself from his bed. He quickly bathed and prepared breakfast. He scratched his chin and cheeks. For the past year, he had started to grow a small beard on his face. It sometimes itched him but it reminded him of his father Brom. He quickly cut some apples and pears and another exotic fruit that he had discovered as he scouted the area around Du Skulblaka Ramr. It's taste was sweet and it reminded him a lot of a peach. As he ate his fruits, his mind wondered again on the dream he had been having. For years now, it was the same dream in different situations. It was always he and Arya but the landscape around them changed every time. Sometimes it was a forrest, sometimes a city or a empty landscape. But the dream always had the same effect on him. It left him in a happy mood.

                       Still, a growing sense of worry started to eat him from within, as he felt that what he dreamed would never happen. Twice she had rejected him already, and the third time she just said that given time something could happen. It was frustrating to feel that his feelings were not returned but there was nothing he could do. His mind gave him arguments against his emotions but his heart ordered otherwise. The long distance between him and Arya was an extra barrier that he had to pass. It meant he could not talk to her everyday as he used to or comfort her and her duties as a queen and his duties as a Lead Rider also made it even more difficult. Constant communication after all, was an important part of any relationship and he only wished that Arya could be there or that he could return to Alagaesia to be near her. His heart ached and his stomach twisted from the anxiety.

             As he finished eating, he heard the flap of wings as dragons and riders passed above him, heading for the training fields. It was time for their daily lesson. Eragon looked at the mirror to see if he was presentable and then climbed on Saphira. With a roar she took off, going higher and higher until they were only specks if someone was looking from the ground. Then as Eragon prepared himself, holding himself tighter, Saphira started descending, without moving her wings. As the ground came closer, Eragon shouted and Saphira moved her massive wings, slowing their descent at the last moment. With four big moves, she landed right outside the training fields.