Eragon Fan Fiction ❯ Kvistr (Book 1 Of The Wyrda Series) ❯ Chapter 3
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By: MelissaNichols 
Miscellaneous: Eragon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.03.2015 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 376 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Eragon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.03.2015 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 376 | Status: Completed
Week after week came and went. Alanna's first egg didn't hatch, nor her second, third, fourth or fifth eggs, much to her
disappointment. As she had to return e gg after egg, her confidence and hope chipped away until she had given up on the egg
hatching for her. Now, she sa w the egg as a mockery of her hopes and& nbsp;dreams. She wanted to be a Rider, w ho didn't? But, for her,
being a Rider&n bsp;would have added benefits. In elven socie ty, children only left the household of their parents when they had
reached adu lthood, which was still several years away for&nbs p;Alanna and her brother. So Alanna saw the eggs as a sentence to more
years&nbs p;with Uncle Gerard, and her disposition didn't&nb sp;get any better as yet still more time ;passed, though she did take some comfort&nbs p;
in the fact that her brother had ;also not yet been chosen to be a R ider; or any other elves in Ellesmera for&nbs p;that matter.
Alanna held a total of&nb sp;fifteen eggs. By now, she had resigned&nbs p;herself to seven more years living with Unc le Gerard and his abuse,
not even daring to hope that this last egg would hatch& nbsp;for her. And then, on the sixth and final night, the egg began to squeak&nb sp;and
move, thus waking Alanna from her&nbs p;dreams. Confused, Alanna looked around the now silent room until she was sure she w as
hearing things or it was a mouse from outside. She sett led down to continue to sleep when she&n bsp;heard the noise again, but this time ;
louder and accompanied by a few taps. She bolted upright and located the egg o n the shelf against the wall farthest from her bed.
As she watched, it wriggle d vigorously, the squeaks coming faster and l ouder as the taps increased in volume and&nbs p;intensity.
Finally, propelled by the force of its rocking, the egg fell to the&nbs p;floor and shattered. There, on the floor,&n bsp;struggling to right itself,
was an amethyst purple dragon hatchling.
Throwing off her&nbs p;covers, Alanna carefully approached the dragon,& nbsp;trying not to startle it. The dragon&nbs p;managed to right itself and
now it&nb sp;was trying to figure out how to stand ;up, using its wings as balance. Alanna watched&nb sp;from a safe distance, sitting cross
legged on the floor, watching with absolute f ascination as the dragon managed to stand and take a couple of wobbly steps toward
her. When it was almost within re ach, the dragon stumbled and Alanna didn't&nb sp;even pause to think as she shot forward&nb sp;to support
the hatchling. Upon contact&nbs p;with her right hand, an icy blast of&n bsp;mind numbing pain shot up her arm, a ll of the way to her
shoulders and ;even into her teeth. Screaming, she clenched her arm in her other hand and curl ed up into a ball. Just as the pain ;
was leaving and her mind returned to wo rking capacity, she heard footsteps running down&n bsp;her hallway. Horror shot through her
when she heard Gerard's voice, shouting orders.& nbsp;She looked at her dragon and realized&nb sp;that Gerard would kill the hatchling to&nb sp;
keep her under his roof. Scooping up the dragon, and ignoring its squeaks of disa pproval and confusion, she ran to her wi ndow,
climbed out and ran for Tialdari& nbsp;Hall, screaming for help. She looked bac k and saw Gerard poking his head out&nbs p;her window and
look at her. He s wore violently and climbed out her window&nbs p;and ran after her. Alanna urged as much speed as she could out of
her limbs and practically flew down the road. She didn't hear the thud, thud, thud ;until there was a deafening roar and Firnen and
Saphira dr opped out of the sky. Saphira landed above&nb sp;Alanna, Firnen slightly ahead, and both dr agons glared at Gerard, snarling
ferociously, ;Saphira looking about ready to kill him. Kno wing she was safe, Alanna stopped under Saphi ra's belly and watched
the color flee fr om Gerard's face as he faced both angry& nbsp;dragons.
"Alanna!"
She turned and saw Eragon and Arya both running toward her, swords brandished and shining in the moo nlight. Eragon's sword,
Brisingr, was the same blue as Saphira's scales, made especially for him by Rhunon, the swordsmith. Arya held her own&nbs p;emerald
green sword, which she obtained&nb sp;from unknown origins.
Both Riders stepped ;in front of her protectively. While Eragon&n bsp;yelled at Gerard for the disturbance and& nbsp;corrected the situation,
Arya put away& nbsp;her sword and coaxed Alanna and Firnen&n bsp;to Tialdari Hall.
At Tialdari Hall, ;where Arya and the non-aristocractic elves in&nbs p;Ellesmera lived, Alanna was given a tempora ry room to stay in for
the night.& nbsp;Arya stayed with her for a while, t o make sure Alanna and her dragon were&n bsp;both calm enough to sleep and were < br> comfortable. Alanna didn't even notice she&nb sp;was supposed to be calming down. She just& nbsp;kept talking about living at Gerard's and&nbs p;
how glad she was to be out, and h ow much she owed her dragon for getting& nbsp;her out. As if knowing it was being talk ed about, the
dragon managed to jump&nbs p;onto the bed and nestled itself against her side, its head resting on Alanna's chest,&nb sp;looking at her with
big, innocent pur ple eyes.
Alanna stopped short, mid-sentence, as something blocked her window. Suddenly, there ;was a giant eye looking in.
Are you harmed, child?
A musical voice floated into her head in a fashion similar to t he one she sometimes used with her broth er.
"No, Saphira-elda. Thank you so muc h for rescuing me. I've no doubt my ;uncle wanted to kill my dragon. He's a cruel elf." She
picked up the hatchling& nbsp;to settle it closer to her, feeling ;rather protective.
That he is. Than k you for protecting my son.
"Your& nbsp;son?" So her dragon was male…a nd Saphira's son!
That is what I said. Your d ragon is my son. And you risked the wrat h of your uncle to protect him. Thank yo u.
"Oh, uh…you're welcom e, Saphira-elda." Alanna bowed to her and&nbs p;let her dragon jump to the windowsill, ;figuring he was
curious about what he was seeing. Saphira righted her head to sniff and then to try to nuzzle him, which was rather difficult
because Saphira's snout was too large to fit into the wind ow. A sound that was obviously a purr ca me from her dragon, while a
deeper ;version rumbled from Saphira.
"Alanna?" Came a male voice form the doorway. She ;turned to see Eragon standing there.
" Eragon-elda." She greeted him and got out&nbs p;of bed to curtsy to him.
"Saphira tells me your dragon is one of her brood ."
"It seems so. I think she is ha ppy one of her eggs has hatched."
"Yes, she is. She's looking forward to teaching him everything Glaedr taught&nbs p;her. May I come in?"
"Oh, yes, p lease." Alanna gestured to her bed and c limbed back in, covering her lower half with the blankets. Eragon sat down
and& nbsp;faced her.
"Do you understand that now that you're a Rider, you'll need tra ining?"
"Yes."
"Good. Since your dragon can't fly yet, you'll fly to your lessons with Arya and Firnen to the Crags of& nbsp;Tel'naeir. I'll meet you
there."
"Y es, Eragon-elda. Arya-elda, will you wake me& nbsp;up? I don't wish to be late."
"Yes, of course I will. Now, it's late. ;You should sleep, Alanna." Arya suggested in a friendly tone as she finished tucking ;in
Alanna.
"Thank you both for sav ing my dragon and I." She whispered, fee ling her energy drain.
"Of course, Alan na. Good night." She thought Eragon leaned&nb sp; in to pat her head before he an d Arya left. She was asleep before
long.
disappointment. As she had to return e gg after egg, her confidence and hope chipped away until she had given up on the egg
hatching for her. Now, she sa w the egg as a mockery of her hopes and& nbsp;dreams. She wanted to be a Rider, w ho didn't? But, for her,
being a Rider&n bsp;would have added benefits. In elven socie ty, children only left the household of their parents when they had
reached adu lthood, which was still several years away for&nbs p;Alanna and her brother. So Alanna saw the eggs as a sentence to more
years&nbs p;with Uncle Gerard, and her disposition didn't&nb sp;get any better as yet still more time ;passed, though she did take some comfort&nbs p;
in the fact that her brother had ;also not yet been chosen to be a R ider; or any other elves in Ellesmera for&nbs p;that matter.
Alanna held a total of&nb sp;fifteen eggs. By now, she had resigned&nbs p;herself to seven more years living with Unc le Gerard and his abuse,
not even daring to hope that this last egg would hatch& nbsp;for her. And then, on the sixth and final night, the egg began to squeak&nb sp;and
move, thus waking Alanna from her&nbs p;dreams. Confused, Alanna looked around the now silent room until she was sure she w as
hearing things or it was a mouse from outside. She sett led down to continue to sleep when she&n bsp;heard the noise again, but this time ;
louder and accompanied by a few taps. She bolted upright and located the egg o n the shelf against the wall farthest from her bed.
As she watched, it wriggle d vigorously, the squeaks coming faster and l ouder as the taps increased in volume and&nbs p;intensity.
Finally, propelled by the force of its rocking, the egg fell to the&nbs p;floor and shattered. There, on the floor,&n bsp;struggling to right itself,
was an amethyst purple dragon hatchling.
Throwing off her&nbs p;covers, Alanna carefully approached the dragon,& nbsp;trying not to startle it. The dragon&nbs p;managed to right itself and
now it&nb sp;was trying to figure out how to stand ;up, using its wings as balance. Alanna watched&nb sp;from a safe distance, sitting cross
legged on the floor, watching with absolute f ascination as the dragon managed to stand and take a couple of wobbly steps toward
her. When it was almost within re ach, the dragon stumbled and Alanna didn't&nb sp;even pause to think as she shot forward&nb sp;to support
the hatchling. Upon contact&nbs p;with her right hand, an icy blast of&n bsp;mind numbing pain shot up her arm, a ll of the way to her
shoulders and ;even into her teeth. Screaming, she clenched her arm in her other hand and curl ed up into a ball. Just as the pain ;
was leaving and her mind returned to wo rking capacity, she heard footsteps running down&n bsp;her hallway. Horror shot through her
when she heard Gerard's voice, shouting orders.& nbsp;She looked at her dragon and realized&nb sp;that Gerard would kill the hatchling to&nb sp;
keep her under his roof. Scooping up the dragon, and ignoring its squeaks of disa pproval and confusion, she ran to her wi ndow,
climbed out and ran for Tialdari& nbsp;Hall, screaming for help. She looked bac k and saw Gerard poking his head out&nbs p;her window and
look at her. He s wore violently and climbed out her window&nbs p;and ran after her. Alanna urged as much speed as she could out of
her limbs and practically flew down the road. She didn't hear the thud, thud, thud ;until there was a deafening roar and Firnen and
Saphira dr opped out of the sky. Saphira landed above&nb sp;Alanna, Firnen slightly ahead, and both dr agons glared at Gerard, snarling
ferociously, ;Saphira looking about ready to kill him. Kno wing she was safe, Alanna stopped under Saphi ra's belly and watched
the color flee fr om Gerard's face as he faced both angry& nbsp;dragons.
"Alanna!"
She turned and saw Eragon and Arya both running toward her, swords brandished and shining in the moo nlight. Eragon's sword,
Brisingr, was the same blue as Saphira's scales, made especially for him by Rhunon, the swordsmith. Arya held her own&nbs p;emerald
green sword, which she obtained&nb sp;from unknown origins.
Both Riders stepped ;in front of her protectively. While Eragon&n bsp;yelled at Gerard for the disturbance and& nbsp;corrected the situation,
Arya put away& nbsp;her sword and coaxed Alanna and Firnen&n bsp;to Tialdari Hall.
At Tialdari Hall, ;where Arya and the non-aristocractic elves in&nbs p;Ellesmera lived, Alanna was given a tempora ry room to stay in for
the night.& nbsp;Arya stayed with her for a while, t o make sure Alanna and her dragon were&n bsp;both calm enough to sleep and were < br> comfortable. Alanna didn't even notice she&nb sp;was supposed to be calming down. She just& nbsp;kept talking about living at Gerard's and&nbs p;
how glad she was to be out, and h ow much she owed her dragon for getting& nbsp;her out. As if knowing it was being talk ed about, the
dragon managed to jump&nbs p;onto the bed and nestled itself against her side, its head resting on Alanna's chest,&nb sp;looking at her with
big, innocent pur ple eyes.
Alanna stopped short, mid-sentence, as something blocked her window. Suddenly, there ;was a giant eye looking in.
Are you harmed, child?
A musical voice floated into her head in a fashion similar to t he one she sometimes used with her broth er.
"No, Saphira-elda. Thank you so muc h for rescuing me. I've no doubt my ;uncle wanted to kill my dragon. He's a cruel elf." She
picked up the hatchling& nbsp;to settle it closer to her, feeling ;rather protective.
That he is. Than k you for protecting my son.
"Your& nbsp;son?" So her dragon was male…a nd Saphira's son!
That is what I said. Your d ragon is my son. And you risked the wrat h of your uncle to protect him. Thank yo u.
"Oh, uh…you're welcom e, Saphira-elda." Alanna bowed to her and&nbs p;let her dragon jump to the windowsill, ;figuring he was
curious about what he was seeing. Saphira righted her head to sniff and then to try to nuzzle him, which was rather difficult
because Saphira's snout was too large to fit into the wind ow. A sound that was obviously a purr ca me from her dragon, while a
deeper ;version rumbled from Saphira.
"Alanna?" Came a male voice form the doorway. She ;turned to see Eragon standing there.
" Eragon-elda." She greeted him and got out&nbs p;of bed to curtsy to him.
"Saphira tells me your dragon is one of her brood ."
"It seems so. I think she is ha ppy one of her eggs has hatched."
"Yes, she is. She's looking forward to teaching him everything Glaedr taught&nbs p;her. May I come in?"
"Oh, yes, p lease." Alanna gestured to her bed and c limbed back in, covering her lower half with the blankets. Eragon sat down
and& nbsp;faced her.
"Do you understand that now that you're a Rider, you'll need tra ining?"
"Yes."
"Good. Since your dragon can't fly yet, you'll fly to your lessons with Arya and Firnen to the Crags of& nbsp;Tel'naeir. I'll meet you
there."
"Y es, Eragon-elda. Arya-elda, will you wake me& nbsp;up? I don't wish to be late."
"Yes, of course I will. Now, it's late. ;You should sleep, Alanna." Arya suggested in a friendly tone as she finished tucking ;in
Alanna.
"Thank you both for sav ing my dragon and I." She whispered, fee ling her energy drain.
"Of course, Alan na. Good night." She thought Eragon leaned&nb sp; in to pat her head before he an d Arya left. She was asleep before
long.