Hi! I'm Thorn's Savior (I'm new here) and I am preparring to write down my first fanfic. This is about my favorite dragon Thorn Crimsonwing (I made up his last name) as he escapes from Uru'baen along with Murtagh and joins the Varden to find the answer to why he was born. This story will also contain my thoughts and theories of Thorn's fate and how that would affect the outcome of the war, so read carefully. Here I go with my first chapter;


Chapter 1: Enter the Ruby Dragon


Let us be off! Saphira said, while Eragon and Roran left their gear on the branch of a juniper tree. Eragon and Roran mounted Saphira as she quickly unfolded her translucent wings and flung her way into the air. After a few moments, Eragon pondered over the battle between Murtagh and Thorn. Saphira felt his emotions, Are you okay little one? she asked.


I'm fine, I was just thinking about what happened last night.


...Let's try to focus on rescuing the mate of you're nest mate.


Aye!


"I'm jealous," said Roran. Eragon looked behind himself to face Roran, "Why is that..." he asked. "If only I had a dragon I would make the king pay for kidnapping my fiancee." replied Roran with a smirk. Eragon smiled back, "In time, you may become one." he said.


By the time Saphira angled toward Helgrind, the group could see that it was always black as ever. The air was so intimidating and stone mountains enlarged as they approached. It was a place of death and it stood covered in sawtoothed folds as if to rise and haunt the Earth. Finally the group had reached the Ra'zac's lair, but there was no entrance except for a huge stone wall. If this is the place where Katrina is being held, then how could they manage to walk through this? thought Eragon. Both Eragon, Roran and Saphira took the moment to at least find a trigger for an opening. Saphira walked beside the stone wall sniffing the ground as Eragon glanced to where Saphira was standing he could see a portion of her right wing had vanished into the wall. "It's an illusion!" he shouted.


Roran walked towards Eragon and saw Saphira's right wing enveloped in the wall. To Saphira's surprise, she saw that a partial bit of her wing had gone missing against the magic wall. Roran held a hammer in his hand as he was surprised of the wall being a fake. Eragon and Roran borded Saphira again, as the dragoness pushed her way through the wall. Inside the cave, was a near dark and silent chamber. The only sound that could be heard was Saphira's breathing and the drip drops of moist plopping from the stalagmites on the ceiling into puddles below. Above all that, the distinctive odor was strong and almost unbearable like cold stone in rotting meat. The only thing Eragon and Roran had to rely on was Saphira's infared eyes as she slowly walked through the entrance.


Before much longer, the group heard a growling sound. It was like that of a predator guarding its territory. It sent the group to a feeling of both caution and attention. There was also the sound of multiple clickings, like hammers on a rock. Before any of the group could direct the noise, the source of the growl had shone itself. It was a giant Lethrblaka, its eyes were black, bulging and rimless, its beak is seven feet long, its wings are batlike, its torso was hairless and rippling with muscles and its claws were like iron spikes. Saphira tried to lunge out of the way, but the creature was too fast as it rammed its head into Saphira's side which sent Eragon and Roran crashing into the wall as they fell unconciously.


Eragon! cried Saphira.


The massive beast slowly advanced toward the down sapphire dragoness. Saphira tried to get up but she felt a throbbing pain and looked back and saw that her left hind leg has been fractured. Saphira almost yelped when she faced the Lethrblaka that was only two meters away from her face. The creature raised its lips exposing teeth larger than Saphira's talons. It was drooling hungrily, as if to eat the blue dragon. As much as Saphira could fight, she has gone panic-stricken. She felt that this is the end as she closed her eyes. The creature moved its big head lower to bite off Saphira's head. Suddenly as if out of nowhere, there was another roaring sound coming from the entrance of the cave. The Lethrblaka ceased and looked in the direction of the source of that roar. Saphira opened her eyes and in the blink of an eye, she saw something sparkling red crashing itself into the creatures side. It sent the Lethrblaka landing on its flank away from Saphira. She saw the red figure land in front of her. Saphira examined the red figure, it was lizard like, it had wings, talons, spikes on its back, and a long graceful tail. The red lizard turned its head and to Saphira's surprise, it turns out to be no other than Thorn Crimsonwing the young ruby red dragon she met at the Burning Plains.


Y-you! Saphira said.


The Lethrblaka was not finished, it stood up with its eyes turned to the other dragon as Thorn turned his view to the creature as if to guard Saphira. Now it's a one on one duel with Thorn against the Lethrblaka. The massive batlike creature stomps towards the red dragon as Thorn ran towards the Lethrblaka to counter him. The giant creature attempted to bite Thorn, but he was to fast for the creature grab hold of as the dragon had leapt sideways and shot a ball of fire at the creatures spine. The Lethrblaka roared in agony as smoke rose from its wound.


The Lethrblaka was raging mad. The painful roar suddenly awoke Roran as he saw another dragon battling the Lethrblaka. The creature charged for the kill, but Thorn was to smart to know better. Timing his chance carefully, the young ruby dragon leapt over the creatures head performing a cartwheel, which resulted in the Lethrblaka ramming its head against the wall. The force sent a short shudder in the cave that dust was falling from the roof. The creature shook its head to regain its bearings and roared angrily towards Thorn. The red dragon growled bravily as he saw the massive beast walk backwards into the shadows.


Something was wrong, Thorn knew the Lethrblaka was not yet finished. The red dragon stood his ground and scanned the entire chamber to make sure there was no sign of it. Thorn cautiously walks backwards taking at least a step or two as he felt his heart beat like a drum. Thorn turns himself around and sees a row of teeth as he felt himself pinned to the ground on his back by a row of talons. The creature strikes its head down to kill the trapped red dragon. Thinking fast, Thorn grabbed the creatures maw with both front paws. The massive beast tried to push its beak down to bite Thorn. After a few seconds of pushing the creatures mouth from him, Thorn gave a smug smile as he thought of an idea to escape the creatures grasp. He blew a stream of fire at the Lethrblaka's head. Eragon, who was still outcold, laid motionless while Roran and Saphira saw that the creatures head was no longer visible in the bright fiery blaze.


Miraculously, the Lethrblaka still had its head attached as Thorn escaped from the creatures feet. He saw an opening, the creature was agonizing by its sizzling head and gives him the chance to attack. Taking advantage of this, Thorn leapt and stretched out a talon to decapitate the massive beasts right wing. The Lethrblaka roared in much more painful agony as it limped. The creature could not take anymore, it staggered its way to the entrance of the cave and took one last look at Thorn. The red dragon roared to warn the Lethrblaka to never cross paths with him again. Afterwards, the creature stumbled out of the cave like a coward.


Although Saphira was happy to be rescued, but she still holds the same feelings toward him during their battle at Surda. Roran was very amazed to see a young dragon with so much potential and skill. Thorn turned his eyes toward Saphira.


Are you okay? he asked calmly.


!Whew! What do you think of that. Be sure to post me and I will continue my story.

!Whoah! I'm surprised I already have a supporter. By the way thanks for praising me. Thorn is my favorite because he is the color of a ruby (ruby= courage, love, strength, passion, and power.) This story is full of surprises. I'm just gonna sit here and wait for some other people's complements and then I'll move on. I'm Thorn's Savior (a.k.a. Justin) Nice to meet you. *Holds out right hand for a hand shake*.

Alright, I'm back and now I'm moving on to the next chapter;


Chapter 2: Escape from Helgrind



By the tone of Thorn's voice, he sounded like that of a young matured lad. Almost as if he were a prince to be exact, despite his youth. His eyes were now showing signs of warmth and friendliness. There is also a lock with a broken chain on the ankle of his right hind leg. "You're amazing," Roran shouted with joy as Thorn turned his eyes to the young human. He could hear Eragon groaning to regain himself. Thorn, Roran and Saphira heard Eragon, while Roran walked towards him for support. Eragon opened his eyes and blinked for a better sight. "S-Saphira..." he asked Roran worringly. "She's fine, she just broke her leg," replied Roran. Eragon found Saphira laying on the ground as he also glanced at her hind leg that seemed out of joint. "What happened Saphira," he asked her with very much concern, but she did not answer as she kept her head pointed in another direction. Eragon faced the same way and was surprised that he nearly flinched as he saw Thorn standing opposite from the group.


"What are you doing here?" he asked frustratingly. Perhaps I'm the one that should be asking that to you Thorn answered with a snort. Roran walked closer toward Eragon "We are here to find my future wife, Katrina," said Roran. Eragon tapped Roran's elbow with his arm,"Don't tell him the details we're not even sure if he is trying to--" before Eragon could finish his demands Thorn interrupted him and said, Shur'tugal, eka malabra ono un Saphira ne haina (Rider, I mean you and Saphira no harm).


Saphira's eyes widened after Thorn's speech in the ancient language. She knew that she could trust him a little, but she still has no likeness in him for biting her tail. Roran smiled and said "Eragon, Thorn saved us from our death's, he even rescued your dragon." Eragon felt dumbfounded, What is your business here? Eragon said in Thorn's mind. The ruby dragon echoed back, Murtagh and I humbly ask to rejoin the Varden and make up for what happened. Saphira fixed a sapphire eye on Eragon, Are you sure we can trust him little one, I for one do not approve.


Of Course! He said so in the ancient language. After this is over, we will fly back to Du Weldenvarden and have Oromis and Glaedr decide their fates.


Eragon looked all about for Murtagh, but he could not be spotted, "Where is Murtagh," he asked Thorn. The red dragon sounded off in Eragon's mind, We've split up and taken different routes, he should be here shortly. Eragon laid a hand on the fracture of Saphira's hind leg and chanted the words Waise heill as the bone dangling from her hind leg reattached itself and her wound closed. Eragon looked back towards Thorn, "Can you help us rescue Katrina?" he asked. Thorn acknowledged him by knodding his head. Stay close to me, Shadeslayer! Thorn said as the group followed him deeper into the chamber, following the sound of the broken chain on Thorn's ankle being dragged along the stone floor.


The group finally found the holding cell for prisoners, it was nearly darker back at the place where Thorn battled the Lethrblaka. The only light left was the slanted golden bars coming from the open windows inside every jail cell. Eragon found a filthy broad sword covered in webs that was confiscated by a row of other weapons. He clutched it by the handle and strapped it to his belt. Thorn saw a figure sitting motionless in a corner inside a cell. The figure appeared to be a women, her hair is uncombed, her dress has been ripped, her legs and arms were covered in bruises. Is this the woman you were searching for? Thorn asked Roran as he, Eragon and Saphira examined the unconcious figure.


Roran looked for a moment and recognized the woman's clothes, it was mostly indeed Katrina. He tried to rattle the iron bars with all his might, "I can't get it open," he said. "Stand back," Eragon said as he laid his hand on the keyhole and chanted jierda, the keyhole broke and door opened on its own. Roran darted forward to ckeck for any signs of life left in her. He brushed her hair from her face with his fingers, but Katrina did not open her eyes. "How is she?" Eragon asked as Roran carried the outcold woman in her arms, "She's seems unconcious, but otherwise fine."


Thorn and Saphira felt the presence of evil drawing nearer. The sound of hisses and clanking armor coming from the end of the hall. Eragon ran to check the commotion and saw a horde of Urgals and Ra'zac charging after the intruders. Eragon quickly slams the door shut and locks it with a thick board. Eragon unstrapped the sword from his belt, "Is there any way out?" he asked Thorn. The red dragon looked up at the ceiling and saw a chute where prisoners are thrown in. The only way out is through there, but it could only be unlocked from the outside. he replied. So we are trapped!? Saphira said worringly.


"Blast," Eragon shouted with fear.


The creatures were trying to barge in while the group readied themselves for anything. Suddenly, the hatch on the roof opened as sunlight gleamed through the hole. Thorn and the rest of the group looked up and saw a figure standing on the edge of the chute. Thorn, Eragon and Saphira sensed that it was Murtagh since he had Zar'roc strapped to his side. Murtagh leapt downward to assist the group until Eragon walked infront of him. "Is it true that the two of you wish to--" before Eragon could finish, everyone saw a spear puncture through the solid wooden door. "There is no time for apologies, we must make haste," Murtagh said as he quikly boarded Thorn while Eragon and Roran borded Saphira. Thorn darted for the sky followed by Saphira while Roran held Katrina tightly into his arms.


By the time the group reached for safety in the sky, Murtagh reached for his bow and pulled out a single arrow. Thorn steadied himself while Murtagh aimed for the prison chute on the island. Eragon, Roran and Saphira watched as the blade of the arrow glowed light red as Thorn's scales. Murtagh pulled the string and loudly chanted Brisingr and released the arrow to its target. Everyone watched the arrow exploded on contact which resulted in the entire tower to collapse slowly into a pile of rubble along with most of the Urgals and Ra'zac. Afterwards, the group flew back toward Surda to plan Murtagh and Thorn's fate.


!Oh man! That was pretty rough. I know I may not have done too good here, but I'll make sure to do better than this. Anyway post me for some of your thoughts and I will continue okay guys.

Thanks man you're cool. lol about the thing. I'm not going to ave time to do another tonight since it's my birthday. Although, I wish other people on this website would support my story.

Chapter 3: A New Ally



Meanwhile back at Surda, Orik was standing infront of Hrothgars grave along with a group of other dwarves. The wind was cold as it blew leaves over the field, Arya walked over to Orik's side and gently laid a hand his shoulder. "I know how it feels to lose someone dear to you," she said concerningly. Orik looked up at her, "...If I were not distracted by so many foes, I would have been able to save him." he replied while holding his axe vertically to the ground with both hands at the tip. After a moment of grief, a horn could be heard in the distance as a soldier holding a lance ran towards Arya and knealt down, "Your ladyship...the Shadeslayer has returned". Arya took one last look at Orik and faced back at soldier, "Very well...carry on," she instructed. The soldier bowed his head once more and left. Both Arya, Orik and the other dwarves followed behind.


The villagers of Carvahall and the people of Surda gathered and watched as two flying figures slowly approaching Surda. They were mostly indeed dragons as they descended and landed softly on the coast line. Everyone stared in awe at the newcomer and his red dragon. The sunlight beamed from Thorn's ruby hide causing his scales to sparkle like glittery gems. Both of the rider's leapt off their dragons saddles. Roran did the same while holding Katrina in his arms. Something jumped in Roran's mind as if something was missing. "Eragon...I think we have forgotten about Sloan," said Roran. Thorn lifted his tail holding a man struggling to release himself from his coil. Is it this man you're looking for? asked Thorn as Eragon, Murtagh and Roran eyed Sloan fighting to unwrap Thorn's tail. Everyone laughed out loud humorously. Sloan looked at Thorn in the eye agravatingly, "Put me down this instant or I will trade your meat for gold," he yelled. Thorn smiled brightly, Hmph! You sure know how to make a brutal comeback. he said with a snort as he released Sloan into the dirt. Afterwards, some of the villagers and soldiers recognized the red dragon and realized that it was both him and Murtagh that attacked Surda the night before. By the time Arya, Orik and the other dwarves arrived, Orik eyed the red dragon furiously.


"It's him, the rider and his dragon," Orik shouted with rage.


Orik's eyes were burning with fire as both he and the other dwarves moved in to kill Murtagh and his dragon. Eragon butted in between them, "Wait listen to their side of the story."


Sorry guys; I was being rushed right there for the moment, but I hope it helps the story out a bit. Keep posting me for some of your ideas.

Okay, I'm just about to move on to the next chapter. Here I go;


Chapter 4: Plans of Redemption



After a long period of time, Murtagh and Thorn discussed their apologies to the people of Surda and claiming that they will do everything in their power to save them in the Ancient Language. The people of both Surda and Carvahall had cherred to them with a thunderous applauses and shouts. While the group along with Arya, Sloan, Roran, Katrina, Orik and the citizens walked toward King Orrin's keep, Thorn felt unsure if whether or not someone would kill him in his sleep. The group walked to the entrance of Borromeo Castle as Murtagh heard Thorn's voice echoe in his mind, Are you sure about this? he asked. Don't worry, I've already talked to Eragon and he is now agreed to let me speak to the king. replied as until one of the guards stood in front of the entrance, "The rider of the red dragon shall confess to King Orrin, but your dragon is not allowed inside", he said.


Murtagh walked to the young ruby dragon and said in his mind as he laid a hand behind Thorn's ear, Don't worry about me friend. Just go into the mountains and hunt for a while. I'll ask the king to prepare a room for you. Thorn fixed a ruby eye on Murtagh and snorted in anticipation while Eragon had done the same thing to Saphira, Saphira, keep Thorn in your sights and make sure he does not get into any trouble. Saphira's eyes widened as she faced her rider, You want me to look after him!?


Of Course!


Eragon, what if he tries to--


He won't attack you. At least try to keep him entertained while I, Roran, Arya, and Nasuada attempt to persuade Orrin to spare him and Murtagh.


...Alright, I'll do it. However, I'm not going to like this.


Eragon smiled brightly at Saphira's attempted refusals. Thorn watched as Eragon, Orik, Roran, Katrina, Arya, and the citizens of the country entered the keep as the gates closed in front of him. Saphira eyed the young red dragon strangely. Although, she was quite curious to know more about Thorn's aspects, she might have the chance to train with him. Thorn unfolded his wings and took off into the mountains to the east followed by Saphira.


After a while, Thorn had reached the Beor Mountains. So much to Thorn's surprise, he had never seen the beauty of the nature around him. He had always stayed trapped in Galbatorix's keep without any free will. Saphira landed beside him as he turned to face her sparkling sapphire eyes, What are you doing here? he asked her surprisingly. Eragon told me to follow you and watch over you. replied Saphira in a less disgusted tone. Thorn quickly added, Thanks, but I can take care of myself. Saphira sighed disgustedly, Fine, but I'm in the mood for hunting as well, so you can keep your sympathy.


Thorn does not seem to despise Saphira, but Saphira will soon have to learn to trust him later as they hunt in unison. Saphira was showing Thorn the wanders of the Beor Mountains as they both walk to explore every area. Saphira also showed him the exact place where she like to dwell. Thorn glanced at the Hadarac Desert where Saphira was facing at. Both Thorn and Saphira sat on their hunches enjoying the view, You see that... Saphira said as Thorn sat almost close to her, that is the Hadarac Desert. I just love that place. Whenever I fly over the sandy sea, it makes me feel calm inside. She then turned her head to face Thorn, Have you ever visited the--!? Before she could finish, Thorn's head was drooped down with his eyes closed as he snored. Saphira growled irratatingly and shouted in Thorn's mind, Thorn, are you listening?


Thorn opened his eyes half-way and yawned showing a sign of boredom. Yes, I'm awake. Saphira looked at him with a slight concern in her, Am I boring you? she asked. Thorn brought a paw to his eye to wipe the sleepiness from him, Quite frantically, yes. Saphira was annoyed as she looked over-head and saw the sun was setting.


Let's just go back the king probably has a room stored for you, said Saphira.


Just so you know guys, I'm not very good at writing drama scenes. But I'm trying my all here. I'll do better next time, just keep praising me. Anyway post me for thoughts okay.

Very good. Thorns is my 2nd favorit dragon i like the last seen.

Hah! you liked that part where Thorn fell asleep?

Have no fear my Thorn loving friends. I have arrived and now I am moving on to the next chapter. Oh yeah, you might learn something from this chapter so read carefully. Iku Ze;



Chapter 5: Dark Messages




It was now night time when Thorn and Saphira arrived back at Borromeo Castle. Both of the young dragons landed in front of the gate as Eragon and Murtagh waited for them in the plaza. The gate opened slowly, then Saphira entered inside first followed by Thorn. The two guards, on each side of the entrance, leaned their lances together in an X-shaped pattern. Thorn ceased his movement and echoed in their minds, ...Please let me in, I only wish to stay for the night. Saphira turned herself around and saw Thorn standing outside with guards blocking his path. "King Orrin has stated that you are not allowed inside red dragon" one said. Thorn felt that even the entire world would hate him and give him no freedom whatsoever. Before anything else happened, Thorn heard a voice in the clearing, telling the guards to let him in.


Thorn saw a young black haired woman walking closer to the guards, "The kings orders are to let him and have a place to rest", she said. The woman turned and faced her green eyes to the young ruby dragon, "Come, I will take you to Murtagh", she said as the guards laid their lances straight. Thorn began wander who this woman is and why she helped him. Saphira felt relieved that Thorn was not about to start another conflict as she sensed so much patience in him. Both of the dragons and the woman walked to the plaza fountain where Eragon and Murtagh were waiting. For a moment, Eragon was sitting on the floor crouched while Murtagh was relaxing on the edge of the fountain with his arms crossed and his right ankle over his left knee.


Both of the riders spotted their dragons and a woman walking towards them. Eragon glanced at the familiar woman walking in between the two young dragons, "Arya!", he announced. Murtagh walked over to his dragon and stroked his snout with a hand. Saphira looked at the tender reunion and realized that Murtagh and Thorn trust each other very much. The woman walked in front of Thorn and looked into his starry eyes, "Forgive me Thorn, if that is your name, it seems I have yet to properly introduce myself. My name is Arya, princess of Ellesmera.", Arya said as she bowed her head. While Eragon tried to tell Arya of what to do back in Du Weldenvarden, Murtagh responded back in Thorn's mind with a friendly tone, How was your little trip with Saphira?


It was fine...very long and boresome, but she showed me the Beor Mountains.


What were you two doing up there?


...Hunting.


After Eragon and Arya finished discussing their plans, Eragon walked to his bedroom for the night. Saphira followed him while Arya, Murtagh, and Thorn were left behind to show Thorn's resting place. Both Murtagh and Thorn followed Arya while the red dragon looked around and about to examine the inside of the castle walls. After a moment of a short de-tour, Arya finally guided Thorn to his resting place. It was a small stable, where horses are kept, large enough to hold in a dragon Thorn's size. Inside the empty stable was a floor covered in thick hay with saddles hanging on the wooden posts. Murtagh walked inside with him just to remove the saddle from his back and laid a hand on his neck, Sleep well my friend. Tomorrow, we fly to Du Weldenvarden. he said in Thorn's mind. Thorn looked into Murtagh's eyes with satisfaction as Arya watched both of the individuals speaking to each other. Arya smiled and thought to herself as she watched the boy and his dragon exchanged thoughts, "They seem to have a lot in common, just like Eragon and Saphira". Thorn watched as Murtagh walk outside with Arya as she guided him to the room she prepared for in the castle him.


When the stable doors shut, Thorn sniffed the hay under his paws just to know the place. He walked into the middle of stable and laid his bulk down on the soft hay with his front paws crossed. The thought of sleeping in a stable full of hay was much better than sleep in a cold cell with drenched stone floors back at Uru'baen. Thorn wondered for a moment of what he should do to find the answer he seeks to his goals. He gave off a tiring yawn and after a second, he laid his head down and fell into a deep slumber.


That very night, inside the stable, Thorn was having a terrible nightmare. In his dream, he is flying in the day-light over dry plains and soon comes across two very large dragons including their riders. The dragon to the left was a female sapphire dragon that seemed much like Saphira while the one to the right was a male ruby dragon. Both seemed much larger and older while both of the riders were men. Both of the dragons charged head on with their riders clashing each other's swords as it seemed to Thorn, was similar to the battle between him an Saphira. Thorn watched the two dragons including the riders fight to the bloody end. After a few moments of bloodbath, Thorn watched in horror as his eyes widened at the sight of the blue dragon being impaled by a red sword in her chest. The blue dragon roared in agony as it tumbled to the ground along with it's rider like a meteor. Thorn turned his burning eyes to the larger red dragon and darted forward to attack him. ...You Murderer! he shouted in a raging tone as if to avenge the down the dragoness and her rider.


Thorn moved closer to grab the other dragon by the shoulder and quickly twirled him to face him into the eyes of the killer. After doing so, Thorn could not believe what he is seeing. His eyes widened as he looked at the large red dragon in fear. It turns out the other dragon looked just like him, only much older in age. The large red dragon peered into Thorn's eyes with a cruel grin. It's good to see you again my little spitting image. it said as he clutched Thorn's neck with a front paw. The evil dragon laughed as he enjoyed choking Thorn in his grasp. The young red dragon tried to escape but, he was too weak. Thorn, remember this dream as I will haunt your shadow for the rest of your life. the dragon said as he impaled Thorn's chest with his large talons. Thorn shouted in pain as he fell to his death.


Thorn finally woke up realizing the dream was over. He looked around breathless as his legs shook with a cold chill and his heart beating like a hammer in his chest. Thorn sighed with relief to be back in the stable, but he wonders what the dream meant to him. He looked down to examine the palms of his paws. What was that all about? he thought.



Well now. Did you learn something from this chapter, can you guess who those two riders and dragons were, how did you like it. Post me for some of your ideas, okay guys.

Man, that was scary huh? Well, what do you think the evil red dragon meant when he said that last phrase to the heroic Thorn. Oh yeah, the emerald dragon will appear eventually. I'll save him for later.

Okay, I'm back and I'm ready to get down with the next chapter,


Chapter 6: Broken Shackles




The next morning, Thorn woke up at the crack of dawn. He was finally relaxed, yet he was still pondering over the horrible dream he had. He felt a cold trembling sensation in his head just by thinking about it. As he thought, he tried to deny that it was just his imagination, but he thought that he had felt the pain in his chest where the larger red dragon stabbed him. Suddenly, he felt that someone or something was calling out to him in his mind. The pain in his head was so severe, he began to groan in agony, What...what's happening to me?! he said as he heard a strange voice echo in his mind while he brought his paws to his head.


Thorn...Thorn...heed my voice!


Who...what are you?


You'll find out in the future.


What do you want from me?


I want you to live and don't do anything foolish!


Huh?!


When the time comes, and all you seek will be revealed, I shall leave my host and we shall meet face to face. Now young one, prepare for unforseen consequences!


...Wh-what are you talking about?


Before anything else happened, the pain in Thorn's head had vanished. He kept one paw on the side of his forehead as he tried to regain his bearings. He began to wander what that strange yet familiar voice meant by all he seeks will be revaled. More importantly, what did it mean when it mentioned something about his future. Unforseen consequences? Thorn thought blankly confused. He tried to forget about it and kept his mind on what must be done. Thorn finally cooled down until he heard someone knocking on the stable doors. It's open! he said to the person outside.


The door opened and the figure turned out to be a dark-skinned woman holding a pot of water. It was Nasuada. She was wearing her night gown as she calmly approached Thorn with the water in her arms. Thorn felt that she was nice and compassionate as he tilted his head sideways, Who are you m'lady? Thorn greeted her. Nasuada eyed him, "My name is Nasuada, I'm the leader of the Varden," she replied as she bent down and laid the pot of water in front of the red dragon. Thorn lowered his head down and sipped the water in the pot. "You're Murtagh's dragon, are you not?" she asked as Thorn stopped sipping the water and turned his ruby eyes to the dark-colored woman. Thorn questioned her, How do you know that?!


After a long half-hour, Nasuada explained the battles, how she and Murtagh met, how she enjoyed having him on the Varden's side. She even explained the many events that happened before Thorn hatched for Murtagh. I see..., Thorn said in her mind. "The reason I fight is for the sake of the Varden. Now that Murtagh has finally come back, we may have an advantage to the Empire", said Nasuada. She turned her head face upon Thorn's sparkling ruby eyes, "For what purpose do you have in joining us?", she asked in a concerned tone.


Me?...No special reason. I'm just looking for an answer.


"What answer?"


I don't know. I guess to find what I was born for.


"What do you mean?"


Galbatorix's mind-controlling spells causes the victim to lose their past memories. In other words, I can't remember anything since Galbatorix took control over my mind.


"I see-" Nasuada said as she saw broken shackles attached to Thorn's hind leg before she could finish. "Thorn, were you a slave?" she asked. Thorn turned his head and noticed that the woman saw the shackles. As a matter of fact, I was. replied Thorn in a sorrowful tone. Nasuada smiled at Thorn with so much compassion, "Do you mind if I remove them for you?" she asked. Thorn remarked with a snort, Whatever. he replied as he rolled his eyes.


Nasuada smiled brightly as she walked quietly towards Thorn's hind leg. She squatted down next to him and pulled out a hgairpen from her short black hair. Thorn watched as Nasuada inserted the sharp end into the lock and moved the pen clockwise until they heard a click. The shackles opened and Nasuada gently removed the shackles, but she saw that Thorn's ankle was sore and swollen. Thorn felt his ankle burn by the cool breeze blowing on his sore wound. Nasuada looked at it with pity and sorrow. She then turned to the young red dragon, "I'm so sorry" she said. Thorn did not say anything except he turned his down with shame seeing that Nasuada realizes how much Thorn was treated his whole life.


Nasuada pulls out a piece of cloth and soaks it into the pot of water. She then gently wraps it around the swollen area of Thorn's ankle. Thorn gave relieving sigh as Nasuada finished bandaging his wound. Thank you, m'lady. Thorn said as he turned his head and smiles at the woman. Nasuada bowed her head at the young ruby dragon politely. "I'm sorry to interrupt you're privacy. I just wanted to have the chance to speak to you." she said as she walked to the stable doors. Thorn tilted his head to the side and echoed into her mind, I've actually enjoyed speaking to a friend of Murtagh's. Nasuada opened the doors as she prepared to leave. She then turned to face Thorn once more, "Eragon, Arya, Murtagh, and Saphira will wait for you at the fountain when you are ready to leave". Thorn aswered by nodding his head one time. After that, Nasuada turned and left Thorn alone in the stable as she shutted the wooden doors.


Well, what do you know. It sure is nice to have a friend. Post me and I will continue.

hey i rele like ur take on it and could acctually happen u never know but neways i like it

I'm glad you like it Rozy, I'm Thorn's Savior by the way. It's nice to see a supporter and a fan of Thorn.

Okay, no fooling around. Time to begin Thorn's quest of fate;



Chapter 7: The Adventure Begins




By morning, Thorn woke at morning well rested. Remembering that everyone is waiting for him at the plaza fountain; he sipped the rest of the water in the pot that was given to him by Nasuada and stood himself up. He bent down stretched his front legs, then walked to the stable doors and opened them with his nose. When his entire head peered outside, he could see that many of the people were roaming the streets buying and selling merchandise at the stands near the street. Thorn immediately walked out of the stable and examined the citizens actions while he walked towards the fountain. Thorn could hear the commotion of people laughing and chattering some random conversation to the other including the sound of musical instruments played by city troubadors. Above all that, all of the people seemed to ignore the red dragon as he passed by the people within the castle walls.


Upon arriving at the fountain, Thorn saw his rider, Eragon, Saphira and Arya talking to each other. Murtagh turned around and greeted Thorn with a smile, How are you feeling? he said in Thorn's mind. Thorn gracefully replied to his rider, Fine, I guess. Thorn saw Eragon leaning against Saphira's side as Murtagh began strapping the saddle on his back. Thorn turned his eyes to the blue dragoness and felt an awkward feeling welling up inside him. She looks just like her. he said in his own mind as concern, worrisome, and remorse filled his conciousness. As soon as Murtagh finished strapping the saddle on Thorn's back, he felt Thorn's feelings growing inside him. Thorn, what's ailing you!? Murtagh said as he ran in front of Thorn to gaze into his eyes. The red dragon did not reply but, kept his eyes locked on Saphira. Thorn felt that Eragon's dragon almost resembled the one who was murdered by the other dragon.


Thorn, say something!


...I'm fine, Murtagh.


Are you sure? You feel as if someone has been slaughtered in front of you.


I told you, I'm fine.


Eragon felt the stressful feelings coming from Murtagh and Thorn. He got up and walked to them, "Is everything okay?", he asked with an utter curiosity. Murtagh turned to face his younger brother, "I'm not sure, he does not seem ill.", he replied. Arya walked in front of the young red dragon and felt the need to consult with him. Thorn looked down and glanced at her with a slight curiosity as Arya said in the Ancient Language, Skulblaka, eka celobra ono un malabra ono un onr Shur'tugal ne haina. Atra nosu waise fricai. (Dragon, I honor you and mean you and your Rider no harm. Let us be friends.). Thorn calmed himself and echoed into her mind, ...I-I apologize for what happened. he said. Arya replied, "You don't need to apologize anymore, I've already talked to the king and you, including your rider, have been given another chance". Saphira was still unsure whether or not she could trust Thorn but, when she has the chance she would like to spar with Thorn sometime.


Murtagh looked at Arya and said "Thank you." Arya smiled brightly and turned her sights to Eragon, "You must go ahead without me!", she said. Eragon looked back at her less shockingly, "Why? Is something wrong?" he asked. Arya quickly added, "I have some important matters to deal with. I'll see you at Ellesmera sometime. It won't be long." Eragon, Murtagh, Thorn and Saphira watched as Arya walked toward King Orrin's castle doors. Saphira quickly turned to ask Thorn, What were you two talking about? Thorn turned his eyes to Saphira, It was nothing very drastic. he added


...Whatever. While we travel, don't even think that I will trust you. You can talk to me if you please but, that is it. Understood!


Thorn smiled brightly, Heh! Whatever you say. he replied.


Good. It's a two day flight from here to Du Weldenvarden. We will fly half-way across the Hadarac Desert, then by the next morning, we will arrive at our training grounds. So be sure to keep up with me!


Eragon mounted Saphira as Murtagh mounted Thorn. Together, the group flung their way into the skies and begun their trip for further training. Thus, Thorn's quest has just begun. However, his journey will soon turn the tides of the war between the Varden and the Empire, including the fate of Alagaesia will soon change as well as the hearts of many.


Ha! I've done it. This is it everyone Thorn's journey has finally begun. Well, did you learn something from those last few lines? Can you already figure out what will become of Thorn and the world around him? Well, you'll just have to find out yourself. The adventures of Thorn Crimsonwing will soon continue on the next chapter. Post me for some of your thoughts and ideas ad I will soon continue, okay my Thorn loving friends!

Argetdraumr, if you never give up your dreams will surely come true, you just got to belive in yourself.

Alright, sorry to keep you guys waiting. Just so you know, this next chapter will be considered a spin-off chapter. Meaning that only Galby and Shruiken will be included as they realize Thorn is being the hero. Bring on the evil;



Chapter 8: Dark Claw, Iron Fist




Meanwhile, back in Uru'baen, Galbatorix was peering outside from a window in his castle. The landscape of Uru'baen was quite similar to that of Helgrind. The clouds that covered the blue sky was black as unlit coal. There was hardly any signs of light, except from the light from the torches on the walls. Other than darkness, there is no source of vegetation on the land. As the king watched the dark clouds thicken, he wondered why Thorn and Murtagh had not returned yet. Galbatorix walked back to his throne room and summoned his greatest magicians to forsee the location of Murtagh and Thorn. Two magicians, cloaked and hooded in black, walked into the Galatorix's throneroom. The details were black and eerie, there were two burning torches on each side of the throne. On the right side of the room was a large tapestry map that bore Alagaisa. The throne was black as well, on each end of the armwrests were heads that resembled dragons ready to bite with an utter fury as the top edges of the seat bore black dragon wings.


Galbatorix sat statuesque on his throne in black armor and a red cape as he watched the two magicians bow before him. "What orders do you have for us, mi'lord?", whispered the magian to the right. "I want you to scry the red dragon's memory, show me the exact whereabouts of our slave rider.", replied the king as his cold voice echoed through the dark room. Both of the magicians hissingly chanted manin kopa and above the room appeared a shining cloud. It shone with blades of golden light as the center flattened in the shape of a plate. Galbatorix looked up to view the image that shown in the center. He could see what appeared to be was a red dragon and a blue dragon including their riders flying over the Hadarac Desert. To his surprise, he could see that there is no hostility, but friendship was brewing between the side by side figures. The king was raging furious, he made a fist from his left hand.


"How could you betray me, you're master?" Galbatorix said while bearing his teeth in a grueling tone as he watched the four enemies talking to each other. Fear was welling up inside the two magians as they quickly and quietly ran out of the throneroom to avoid Galbatorix's fury. The image above the room faded, and then Galbatorix stood from his throne. He slowly walked down the path to the tapestry map on the side of the wall. He studied it for a moment and, in his rage, he drew his sword as he screamed violently by slashing the map in half. Behind the shadow of the map, black wings appeared. The source of the black wings was no other than the black dragon, Shruiken. He stood terrifyingly tall as he growled deathlishly, his scales were like dry lava rock, his eyes gleamed an orange tune, his height was similar to Glaedr's height, his legs wide with muscle, his teeth and spikes and claws were white as snow, his tail was long and deadly. The enormous dark dragon looked down to his false rider.


Why do you look so irratible? he asked in a deep voice. Galbatorix sheathed his sword and looked up at Shruiken, "It seems our young followers has betrayed us." he said with an eerie sneer. Shruiken was feeling just as furious as his false rider as he growled venomously. I should have known that they would betray us.


In time, they shall pay the price with their very lives. Along with every last one of the Varden rubble.


Both Galbatorix and Shruiken walked to the balcony of the castle to view the deserted landscape. Shruiken settled himself next to his false rider as Galbatorix walked over to the edge and rested a hand upon the railings. What do we do now, mi'lord? asked Shruiken. Galbatorix did not move or turned hmself around to face Shruiken, "Patience my friend...patience." he replied.


"I have a plan to lure them into a trap".


So you say?


"Our little friends have betrayed us for the sake of earning the trust from many. But the red dragon has a different goal in mind."


What might that be?


"He wishes to earn the trust from many like his rider, but he is searching for the key to his existence."


Shruiken laughed out loud in a dragons way. Pitiful..., he said, I've always known that little red rat would become a nuisance to this day forward. Now I see that he wishes to save that sapphire dragoness. My king, I will take pleasure in tearing that red rodent's scales from his flesh. Galbatorix turned to face the black dragon with a cruel smile, "I have no objections with that." he said as Shruiken sat himself up. A cold grin played across Shruiken's face, Thorn..., he said as he picked up a rock in his paw, in my paws...you're nothing but this. Shruiken made a fist out of the paw he was using to the rock and crushed it with his talons. Galbatorix smiled grimly after he heard the rock crackle in Shruiken's grasp as he saw the black dragon open his paw and dust blew in the air.



Whoa! the evil, the terrible evil. Don't worry, the next chapter will bring on the adventures of our favorite ruby dragon.

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That chapter was good I like it.

Okay, I'm back and I'm pumped up for the next chapter;



Chapter 9: A Scorching Lesson




Meanwhile, in the center of the Hadarac Desert, Thorn, Saphira, Eragon and Murtagh settled themselves at a small oasis made by Eragon's magic. Eragon was searching through his supplies for food while Murtagh was preparring a fire place to cook meat. Thorn and Saphira were laying in front of the water hole talking to each other. Eragon pulled out an apple from the bag, but he searched more thoroughly for any signs of meat. There was no meat in the supply bag. Eragon laid the apple on top of the supplies and walked towards the two young dragons. Saphira, we have no more meat. Would you be so kind to hunt while Murtagh and I set up camp? Eragon said in Saphira's mind. The sapphire dragoness replied, Of Course, little one. Saphira stood and ready to fly, until she turned her head and saw Thorn looking so very lonesome. Quickly, Saphira said, You know Thorn, you're welcome to hunt with me if you wish. I can also show you around if you like. Thorn quickly stood himself up and unflapped his wings as Saphira darted to the sky followed by Thorn. Eragon watched as Murtagh walked next to him and watched the two dragons vanish into the horizen.


Saphira and Thorn landed next to a small dune as Thorn looked about his surroundings. So this is what a desert is like right? Thorn asked Saphira. Yes, very much so. she replied in a calming tone. Saphira quickly added, I just love it here. This place was once known as our anscestral grounds for our anscesters. There is not much vegetation though. Thorn acknowledged, I see, due to this dreadful heat, nothing would surpass this sun. Saphira quickly replied by asking, You mean that this is your first time in the desert? Thorn replied by saying, Well, of course not, Galbatorix never gave Murtagh and I any free will to leave. Saphira was filled with sorrow, Oh! I apologize. she said as a smile played across Thorn's face.


Don't worry about it! Saphira, do you dispise me?


Dispise you?


Right. I saved you back at Helgrind, but you never thanked me yet. So, I was wondering if you really do hate me?


...I don't dispise you anymore. I just don't trust you. However, you have done something very honorable, but don't think I owe you one. Now, let's find something for our riders to eat.


Thorn snorted in anticipation as both he and Saphira walked to continue their hunt. All of a sudden, Thorn felt the presence of something underneath the sand. Saphira was walking into the same exact place of sand. Thorn quickly said in Saphira's mind, Watch your step! Saphira ceased, but she saw nothing in front of her. What's wrong!? she asked. Thorn walked next to her and used his snout to scoop the surface of the sand inches away from her paws. To Saphira's surprise, a venomous snake emerged from the baking sand and slithered away under a rock. Amazed, Saphira asked Thorn, How did you know? Thorn quickly added, Common sense, you can't fool my eyes.


After a while, the pair successfully caught a stray desert goat for their riders to eat. Before anything else happened, Thorn curiously turned his head to Saphira and asked, Why are we going to Du Weldenvarden? Saphira acknowledged him with a snort and replied, We are going there, to have the spell that was casted upon you and Murtagh removed. And I shall greet you to my teacher.


Teacher? Who might that be?


A gold dragon named Glaedr.


Glaedr...a gold dragon?


Yes. He is very big and wise. He may also recruit you as a new student.


...Alright, I can't wait to see him. I've always wanted to see a gold dragon.


Saphira was even more confused than ever as she raised an eyebrow, Since when did he ever get so carefree?, she thought, ...I sure hope you can maintain that enthusiam of yours. she finished.



Well, How did you like that little Thorn and Saphira chappie? Yeah, it was a little short and rushed, but I'll try my best next time. Post me and I will continue okay guys.

Alright, I'm back guys and thank you for your story tips. Bring on the next chapter;



Chapter 10: Past Feelings




By the time Thorn and Saphira returned to the campsite at the oasis, Eragon and Murtagh had finished setting up for the night. The two dragons gracefully landed themselves in front of their riders with an angus on Saphira's back. Eragon walked towards Saphira and slid the goat off her back while Thorn walked over to Murtagh. Saphira kept her eyes awkwardly on Thorn until she felt Eragon's mind merging with hers. What is it? he asked. Saphira brought her head over to face her rider, Oh, it's nothing. she replied. Eragon then looked over to where Saphira was looking just now as he saw Thorn and Murtagh exchanging thoughts to each other. Eragon turned his sights to his dragon, Are you concerned about Thorn? he asked. A hint of surprise burned inside Saphira, Why would you ask me that little one? she asked as Eragon walked to the fireplace and laid the angus next to the firewood. The long-haired elf then tuned around and echoed in Saphira's mind, You seem as if you pity him. he replied. Saphira could not come up with a simple straight answer. She then turned to face Thorn yet again while Murtagh exchanged thoughts with him. Saphira then turned herself to face Eragon, Little one..., she said gently, it's true that I may pity him at times. Though I don't dispise him, I just don't think it would be wise for me to trust him yet. Especially after what had happened at Surda. Although, I have now learned that Thorn is indeed a free-spirited and carefree dragon. Thus, I sense no hostility in him, I fear for the sake of Glaedr. Eragon walked over to Saphira and comfortingly laid a hand on her snout.


You still can't get over him yet can you?


I can't. Just like you can't get over Arya being you're mate.


You're right. I still feel for her even after she had turned me down.


And I too feel the same for Glaedr. Just as I...am the last...female.


I promise the dragons will flourish again. I'm sure Thorn wishes for that too. I'm sure you two will come closer.


You think so little one?


I'm sure of it.


That night at the campsite, Thorn, Saphira, Eragon and Murtagh were feasting upon the cooked meat from the angus that Thorn and Saphira caught a while ago. Except for Eragon, as he was eating peices of a fresh apple. The orange light radiating from the flames of the burning sticks underneath reflected from Thorn's ruby like scales and Saphira's sapphire like scales which sent patterns of golden and purple flecks against the sandy ground. Saphira was feasting next to Eragon on one side while Thorn was feasting next to Murtagh on the other. Thorn swallowed a peice of meat and then had begun to echo in everyones minds as he set his ruby eyes on Saphira's rider, Tell me Shadeslayer, you've been to Du Weldenvarden before right? What is it like? Eragon was quite surprised that Thorn has engaged in a conversation with him for the first time. The brown-eyed elf swallowed what was left in him and quickly replied to Thorn, "It is a place where elves inhabit most of the forest. The trees grow tall and straight. There is so much life there as well. Most of the buildings there are so tall, they could reach the sky." A hint of excitement was growing inside Thorn, Trees that can grow sky high? Hm...I don't quite understand all of that, but I can't wait to see it. Saphira sighed humorously as she rolled her eyes, Let's just hope you can maintain that enthusiasm. All of the excitement left Thorn after that remark as he turned his eyes to Saphira, Huh!? Oh, come on Brightscales. Don't make fun of me! I'm so excited I probably can't get to sleep. Seriously. A glint of frustration was filling inside Saphira, Excuse me!? I have a name you know. Murtagh jumped right into the conversation, "That's enough you two. This is no time for bickering." Eragon jumped in as well, "That's right. Let's try to get some rest! We're not that far from Du Weldenvarden." Eragon and Murtagh unstrapped their sleeping bags and laid on the ground opposite from each other as Thorn and Saphira had done the same thing.


A few hours later, Thorn had woken in the middle of the night after the same dream he had before. He could see that both the riders and Saphira were unharmed and still resting. Quietly, he stood his bulk up and silently walked towards one of the sand dunes alone. After he had gone not to far from the campsite, he set himself down and began to ponder on what those messages meant and who is calling out to him. He looked up and saw the stars sparkle in the milky night sky, What meaning has my life ever had? he thought. Suddenly, he felt the presence of someone advancing from behind. He could the figures footsteps as he walked towards him. Thorn was fully aware and ready to attack. Quick as a flash, he leapt to the approaching figure and pinned the suspect on the ground as he raised one of his front paws to slash it. Before something else happened, the figure quickly begged, Wait! Thorn, it's me. The voice sounded so familiar to Thorn he had realized that he had pinned Saphira to the ground. You!? What are doing here? he replied. Saphira quickly added, I'm the one who should be asking you that question. What are you doing up so early? Thorn immediately let Saphira, Sorry. It's best that you don't stand behind me like that. Saphira quickly replied trying to gain some air, Okay. I'll remember that.


Thorn turned away and continued observing the stars, I was just thinking of things that had happened and--Ugh! All of a sudden, the same exact pain from before was throbbing inside Thorn's head as he cupped a paw on his forehead. Saphira felt almost worried in fear as she tried to speak to him, Thorn, what's wrong!? Although Thorn could hear her speaking to him, he could also hear the same cold voice calling out to him. Ah, what do we have here? A lovely young dragoness, eh? Thorn tried to fight the pain, but it was to much. So she is the last the female right? Thorn, obey me and kill her! So then our race will flourish in the afterlife. Thorn was getting frustrated at the very moment, I don't know who you are, but you certainly not without greed. Get out of my head! Thorn used his magic to temporily cut his link off so that way the unknown tresspasser won't control him for a while longer. By the time the pain vanished, Thorn nearly fell over. Saphira rushed over to support him and said, Are you okay? Thorn was gasping for air as he turned his eyes to Saphira concerningly, I'm alright now, thank you. Saphira tilted her head puzzlingly, What just happened? Thorn was unsure of who or what that strange voice was.


I'm not sure. But whatever it is, someone has to stop it.


Well, how did you like that chapter? Pretty sweet, huh? Post me and I will continue okay guys. The next chapter is where Thorn meets Glaedr. Let me know if you have learned something.

Oh yeah, that's right I totally forgot. Sorry about that guys. Silverwolf Strider, the presence in Thorn's mind is neither Galby or Shruiken. Just so you know, I've edited the last chapter for you.

!Urgh! Wrong again! Thorn's father and mother would never do that to their son and you will find out why. Just keep guessing until I think about the new chapter.

Good job! Are the two dragons Morzans dragon and Broms dragon.

You mean in ch-5? Yes. And guys try to think about what Morzan's dragon warned Thorn in his nightmare. I'm still working on ch-11 though unless if guys have any ideas on what should happen next, any help would be appreciated. And no it is not a dragoness.

Sorry it took so long since Thorn is a major character that is hard to decipher. In this chapter, Thorn meets with Glaedr. Bring in the next chapter;



Chapter 11: Arrival at The Guarding Forest




The next morning, Eragon woke, with the heat from the rays of the sun rubbing against his face, and realized that Thorn and Saphira are missing. He tried calling out to Saphira using his mind link with her, but there was no response. Eragon was worried, he waked toward Murtagh, who was still resting in his sleeping bag, and knealt down. "Murtagh, wake up!", he said as he shoved Murtagh by the shoulder. Murtagh groaned in a tiring manner and slowly opened his eyes to see his little brother. "It's time to go already?", he asked while Eragon knealt down next to him. "Murtagh...Thorn and Saphira are missing.", Eragon said as Murtagh opened his eyes fully. Murtagh sat himself up and looked around himself. He tried using his mind link with Thorn, but there was no response. Murtagh felt worried just as much as Eragon felt worried. "Where are they?", he asked his younger brother. Eragon shook his head, "I'm not sure. I tried contacting Saphira, but she would not answer." Murtagh stood himself up, with Zar'roc strapped to his belt, and searched about until he and Eragon felt a presence nearing the camping ground. Both of the riders looked behind themselves and saw a group of armed slavers and rebels approaching them.


Murtagh sighed disgustedly, "Not again.", he said as one of the members, holding a curved dagger, walked closer to the young riders. "I remember you...", he said to Murtagh, "you're the one who beheaded our leader." Anger was fueling inside the leader member as he turned his sights to Eragon. "And you... you're nothing without you're dragon." he said mockingly. All of the slavers and rebels surrounded the young riders. "We will make you pay for our leaders' death. Unless...", said the leader, "you hand over all of you're belongings, then this thirsty land won't taste you're blood." Eragon and Murtagh eyed each other as they both exchanged an idea in each other's mind. Both of the riders turned their interest onto the leader with a brave look upon their faces. Eragon spoke, "If you worms want our belongings, you'll just have to fight us for them.", he said as he and Murtagh both unsheathed their swords. The group of slavers and rebels laughed out loud in a joking manner. The leader was laughing even harder as he said, "You can't be serious. There is only two of you and twenty of me. You are just mere children, you can never win." Murtagh grinned, "I beg to differ.", he said as raised his left hand. He chanted the word Brisingr which sent a red beam of magic from his hand to injure one of the members. Murtagh's target fell to the ground, now there is only nineteen left. "You kids have crossed the line.", said the leader in an angry and furious tone. Eragon had begun to communicate through Murtagh's mind as the slavers and rebels moved closer for the kill.


It feels strange to fight side by side with you again.


I know. I remember the good days before my capture.


This is different from before now that you are a rider.


Things are a lot different for me now that Thorn hatched to be my dragon.


Murtagh, even if you are my brother, how do I know I can trust you?


...Because, I want to take the time to tell Nasuada that I am sorry. Thorn wishes to make things right for himself too.


Then let's fight together once more just like we have when you helped me fight Durza.


Aye, Agreed.


Eragon and Murtagh stood their ground and waited for the right chance to strike. One of the members charged for the kill, but Eragon thrusted his blade into the chest of the attacker. More attackers joined the fight as Murtagh swung Zar'roc and slashed another attacker. The camping ground had now turned into a sword fighting arena. After a few moments of swordplay, there were only five members left including their leader. "Th-that's not possible, how could you take down my entire group without being touched?" Murtagh smirked, "Because, we're dragon riders." The leader looked in fear to Murtagh, "What, you're a rider too!?", he said. Murtagh replied, "Look behind you!" Both of the members including the leader did so and they saw two dragons diving down towards them. The two dragons swooped and caught two men as they quickly ascended enough to drop the two attackers to their death. The two other members ran off like the cowards they were, leaving their leader behind as he watched them run off. Taking advantage of this, Eragon raised his right hand and loudly chanted Thrysta vindr which sent the leader member landing flat on his head against the sandy ground. Knowing that it is finally over, the two riders sheathed their swords and watched their dragons land in front of them. Eragon spoke out loud, "Where have you two been?", he said as Thorn turned his eyes toward Eragon. It's a long story, Shadeslayer. Thorn said in Eragon and Murtaghs' minds. I keep hearing this strange voice inside my head. I don't know who it is, but he's trying to take control of me. I don't know much more. Saphira came to me and supported me.


Eragon believed that everything Thorn said is true, "I see...we can have the elves see the source of that problem." Saphira echoed in Eragon and Murtaghs' minds. Sorry we took so long little ones. she said as the leader suddenly began to creep towards Thorn. Saphira felt his presence nearing Thorn as she saw him holding a dagger in a stabbing position. Saphira echoed warningly in Thorn's mind, Thorn, look out! Before Thorn could do anything, he felt the dagger plunge into his left flank. Amazingly, Thorn did not even make a single flinch or make a sound, except for growl of anger as he looked down on the attacker as he backed off a bit. Murtagh was fueled with fury, "How dare you.", he yelled as he unsheathed Zar'roc and lunged at the attacker. He knocked down the leader and without hesitation, he finished him by impaling Zar'roc into his stomach as the downed leader screamed in agony. This brought back memories of Surda as Eragon could see tears sparkle in the sun light falling from Murtagh's eyes. Murtagh stood and took Zar'roc and covered his eyes with a hand as Thorn nuzzled him tenderly with care. Even Saphira could feel the same feelings in Thorn from Murtagh. Eragon walked closer to Murtagh and laid a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. Murtagh saw Eragon smile as he smiled back at him. Murtagh turned around and saw the dagger protruding from Thorn's flank, "Let me heal that for you!", he said as Thorn purred with contentment. Gently, Murtagh wrapped his fingers around the handle of the dagger and pulled it out as Thorn growled in pain. After it was fully out, Murtagh dropped the dagger and laid his left hand on the gash and chanted Waise heill as the gash on Thorn's leg closed in.


"Are we okay to go now?", Eragon asked. Murtagh replied, "Aye, let us be off." While both of the riders were readying their supplies for Du Weldenvarden, Saphira kept her eyes on Thorn. Although she still may not trust him, she still feels for him a little. Saphira walked towards Thorn and asked him with an unusual concern, Are you alright Thorn? Thorn replied politely, Of course I am. My rider healed me. Saphira continued, That's not the point. I mean, are you okay to fight more even after what had happened at Surda? Again Thorn replied calmly, Yes, it's all in the past now. Saphira felt relieved as she said, Okay, I was just worried that you might... Before Saphira could finish, Thorn interrupted and asked, Hey, hold on... Saphira listned as Thorn raised an eyebrow, since when did you start to worry about me? Saphira was now filled with frustration, Ugh! Grow up! she said as she walked off to Eragon. Well, excuse me! Thorn said. After the riders finished loading their supplies, they boarded their dragons and flew to Du Weldenvarden. By the time the group had arrived on the edge of the forest, the trees were growing taller. From Thorn's point of view, everything around him was green and the air was fresh. The thought of being in Du Weldenvarden for the first time made him completely satisfied. After a few hours of flight, the group landed in the clearing for a short rest. Why do we stop here? Thorn asked Saphira. This is where Glaedr and his rider are to meet us. she replied. A few moments had passed, until there was the sound of loud and hard footsteps. The leaves on the grass nearly skipped by every thud. Thorn looked into the horizon and to his surprise, he saw a huge gold dragon and an elf on his back approaching them.



Just so you know guys, I wanted to end the chapter here because I wanted to save all of the important stuff for the next chapters. No disrespect though, right? The next chapters will contain a lot of clues so be sure to read carefully. Anyway, post me and I will continue.

hey that was a good chapter i liked it

Don't worry guys, you'll get more and Thorn will save the dragons. As I've said before, you are now coming into the important parts. Read carefully, my Thorn loving friends.

Very good!

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Chapter 12: The Training Begins




Murtagh and Thorn stared in awe of the massive gold dragon. It's large golden scales illuminated dazzling chips of light across the trees. Upon it's back sat it's rider, Oromis, dressed in white robes. Glaedr crouched and lifted his good leg to help the rider onto the ground from his saddle. Oromis smiled as he approached Eragon and Saphira to greet them once again. "Eragon Shadeslayer and Saphira Brightscales. It is good to have you back." he said. Eragon and Saphira were happy as ever. Oromis and Glaedr brought their attention to bear on the new comers. Murtagh and Thorn stood their ground as the older rider and dragon approached them. Oromis examined Murtagh carefully and asked him, "What name do you go by?" With a jolt, Murtagh replied politely, "I am Murtagh. This is my dragon Thorn Crimsonwing." Oromis brought his sights onto the young ruby dragon and begun to study his attributes. Thorn was also curious to know his new master as well. Oromis brought out his conclusions, "Muscular...graceful proportions...talons are nicely curved...wings are well-built...spikes are sharp...all in all...a fine young dragon." Thorn admired Oromis' knowledge of dragon characteristics.


Glaedr approached Thorn closer to examine him. They both looked eye to eye. Glaedr began to examine Thorn even closer until he had sensed that their is something very special about him. Eragon and Saphira wondered if Murtagh and Thorn will be treated well by the elves. Saphira was also partially worried about Glaedr and wondered if Thorn really meant what he said back at Helgrind. Glaedr turned his head to face his rider, Oromis, there is something I must tell you. Oromis and Glaedr walked to the side of the forest and begun exchanging thoughts with each other. The other riders and dragons were wondering why Glaedr had felt so surprised at seeing Thorn for the first time. Oromis turned back towards Murtagh, "You say your name is Murtagh, correct?" he asked. Although afraid something bad might happen, Murtagh had no choice but to give a straight reply, "Aye."


Oromis could see that Murtagh's face was now smeared with dispair, "Fear not, son of Morzan. I hold no grudge to you or your dragon." Murtagh was now feeling warmer by the fact that Oromis has accepted him. Glaedr looked at Thorn and spoke to him, We shall treat you both with our utmost respect. Thorn knodded his head in agreement. Oromis and Glaedr walked to the edge of the plains as the massive gold dragon crouched to assist his rider onto his saddle. Oromis spoke aloud, "Come everyone. Your sessions shall now commence." Glaedr unfolded his wings and took to the skies followed by Thorn, Saphira, Eragon and Murtagh. As both dragons angled for the Crags of Tel'naeir, Thorn looked around himself and studied the area about. Out in the distance, he could see a row of mountains and underneath him were the trees of the forest. Thorn wondered if the next training sessions would be much different than what Shruiken had taught him. He also believed that maybe, just maybe, Glaedr might know of his true purpose.


Upon arriving at their destination, both of the dragons landed softly and their riders descended from their saddles. Oromis walked towards the other riders, "Come with me, we have much to discuss." Eragon followed inside, but Murtagh stayed behind. He felt gloomy inside his stomach. Thorn gently nudged his riders' shoulder and echoed in his mind, Go on. I'll be fine. Murtagh obeyed and disappeared into Oromis' hut. Only Saphira, Thorn and Glaedr remained outside. The large gold dragon turned his eyes over to the young ruby dragon as Thorn paid no attention. What Glaedr had sensed in him was like nothing that he had ever sensed before. He felt as if an untold prophecy was about to take place. He even sensed an extremely high level magic resting inside the young red dragon. It was enormous, perhaps enough to surpass even the greatest of all dragons. Possibly even Bid'daum himself.


While Thorn was still looking away, Glaedr walked towards him to begin a conversation to know him more. Thorn could hear the loud thuds beating the grounds as Glaedr approached him. Your name is Thorn Crimsonwing, correct? he asked. Thorn quickly replied, Aye! I am. Glaedr smiled slightly, and decided to introduce himself, I go by Glaedr. You will call me master in human tongues and ebrithil in the ancient language. Be sure that you extend the same courtesy to my rider. We are your teachers; and you are our new students; and you will act with proper respect and authority. Especially to Saphira and Eragon.


Yes, Master Glaedr. acknowledged Thorn.


Thorn, I can tell by your stress that you and your rider must have trained deliberately.


That is something that not very many people take notice in.


Tell me...who was you're previous teacher.


Thorn was shocked at the question as Saphira paid no attention to his conversation with Glaedr. Although, it was hard for him to say the names, Shruiken and Galbatorix. Thorn was afraid that Glaedr might let out a raging outburst. Instead, Glaedr nodded and asked him, I see...you are one of the subdued eggs then. For what is your purpose here in Ellesmera? Thorn tried to reply but be could not grasp any information from his mind. Suddenly, Glaedr stirred. Were you and your rider banished from Uru'baen? he asked. No! We left on our own will. said Thorn. Glaedr was astonished, I'm surprised that a slave like you could scuddle your way out of the kings' grasp. Thorn frowned with a spark in his eyes, What is that supposed to mean? Glaedr felt he was being too negligent with his new pupil.


I only ask for your purpose here, young one.


...Master. I'm just searching for an answer.


And what might that be?


I don't really know.


Is it something you have lost?


It seems that way.


Thorn still felt depressed over the fact that he will go through more training. After a long discussion, the three riders exited the hut and walked toward their dragons. Glaedr continued, I will talk with Oromis and do whatever we can to help the both of you. Thorn acknowledged him with a knod. Murtagh walked to Thorn and gently rubbed his snout.


Well...?


They will remove the spell.


Oromis approached Murtagh and Thorn and said, "The two of you will begin your sessions tomorrow. Wake up as soon as Eragon and Saphira do arrive back kere." Murtagh knodded, "We are in your debt." Thorn added, We are both in your debt. Oromis politely inclined his head. "I've requested my people to prepare a resting place for you. Go and recover your strength." Oromis continued. Murtagh acknowledged him, "Thank you ebrithil." Eragon borded Saphira as Murtagh borded Thorn and together they both took off and readied themselves for the next day.



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Good Job! I can't wait until chapter 13

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Chapter 13: Our New Home




Eragon and Saphira guided Murtagh and Thorn to their tree house to rest and recover. The two dragons angled over the ocean of fresh green trees. As Oromis has instructed to Murtagh, his tree house is east ward from Eragon and Saphira's. The sun was setting and the sky turned violet with stars sparkling in the sky. The blue dragon landed gracefully in the clearing against the smooth grass followed by the scarlet dragon. Eragon and Saphira walked a pathway with Murtagh and Thorn following them. The only sound that can be heard was the footsteps and the chirping and croaking of nocturnal animals. Thorn looked about and could see an orange light glittering from one of the trees. It came to mind that this could be his new home. Eragon walked in front of the spiral staircase and said, "These stairs lead up to your room, but they are not built to withstand the weight of an adult dragon." Eragon pointed to an opening, "This is where you come in. Remember to fly through that portal that leads to the balcony." he instructed Thorn. The tree house seemed a little smaller in comparison to the other, but was still large enough a dragon Thorns' size.


Saphira kept a close eye on the young ruby dragon while he examined the outside of the tree house. At first, she may have thought that a dispute between Thorn and Glaedr might occur. She was still eager to see Thorns' true skills and maneuvers. Saphira drew her mind over to Thorn, Well...good night. she said in a calm tone. Thorn felt blankly confused as Saphira began walking to her tree house with Eragon. Without hesitating, Thorn reached out for her conciousness, Hey..., he said as Saphira stopped brought her eyes to view him, why not we train together sometime? So then, we could overthrow Galbatorix. Saphira thought about it for a moment and replied with a spark of bliss in her, I hope for the best. The young ruby dragon looked down at his Rider and touched his mind with his, Did you hear her? I get to train with her. Murtagh felt excitement expanding within Thorn. Try not to get yourself carried away. he said sarcastically. Murtagh then spoke to his younger brother, "Eragon, if it's not too much? I must apologize for what happened before. If only I were strong enough to save Ajihad." Eragon approached Murtagh and gently laid a hand on Murtagh's shoulder, "I understand. There is nothing to worry about anymore." he said calmingly. Eragon released his older brother and walked to Saphira. Before anything else happened, Eragon stopped and turned around and said aloud, "Murtagh...", Thorn and his Rider looked back, "thanks." Afterwards, Eragon and Saphira took flight and their usual tree house.


Thorn circled around the trunk of the tree and landed on the balcony. He was able to fit through the portal of the eyrie and examined the inside of the room. The tree house was very similar to the one where Eragon and Saphira slept. The fire was burning in the fireplace to the left side of the wall. A lantern was hung by hook on the roof. The floor was smooth to his paws. There was a bowl-shaped bed, with soft downy sheets, big enough for him to sleep. Thorn saw Murtagh walked in through the front door. Their dark and gloomy cells in Uru'baen was nothing compared to this. There were three doors that led to different rooms such as a dining room and a closet. Murtagh took the lantern and began to walk around the rooms to further examine them. Both were stunned and breathless. Thorn walked forward to inspect his new bed. He sniffed it and brushed his muzzle against it. The texture was silky and velvety. The entire room was shining with golden flecks as the light from the fireplace and the lantern reflected from Thorn's scales. You know Murtagh? I think I'm going to like it here. Thorn said bemusingly as he parted his jaws slightly to show his teeth. Murtagh replied in Thorns' mind, I think I will too. After a few moments of room inspection, Murtagh laid the lantern on a desk walked towards Thorn to unhook his saddle. He laid it next to the door that leads outside, and found some sheets for his bed. Something caught his eye, he saw a piece of cloth wrapped around Thorn's ankle. Thorn, where did you get that? asked Murtagh. Thorn looked down and saw the piece of cloth that was wrapped around ankle where the chain was broken off. Thorn quickly replied, This!? A woman gave it to me. Murtagh was even more concerned. Who gave it to you? he asked. Thorn quickly added, Nasuada. That name made Murtagh's mind jump in many different ways as he bent down and unwrapped the cloth. The wound on Thorn's ankle seemed better, but was still visible. Murtagh walked to his bed and began stroking the cloth lovingly. Thorn felt a feeling in Murtagh that was brewing in him once before.


You seem to care about her, do you not?


Of course, Thorn. When I first met her, I thought there was no other person kinder than her.


She told me that she cared about you too.


Murtagh was now filled with happiness. Even Thorn could feel the warmth boiling in him. The red dragon carefully laid himself down in his bowl-shaped bed and admired the feeling of the sheets from underneath. Thorn. Murtagh said. I'm glad to have you as a friend. Thorn smiled at his Rider as Murtagh smiled back. Let's try to rest. We have to do what we can to take back what was ours. said Thorn. Murtagh pulled the sheets and clambered underneath them as he extinguished the lantern and replied, Aye. Good night, Thorn. The young red dragon replied softly, Good night. Together, Thorn and Murtagh slept through the night as their true destiny awaits them for the next day.


Well, how do you like the relationship between Thorn and Murtagh? Yeah, can't wait to see what training Thorn will get put into, huh? I'll start the next chapter shortly sometime.

Good job That chapter was one of my favorites.

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Chapter 14: Wings of Hope




Thorn had awoken well rested, and could see the sun light beaming into the canopy. He arched his neck to look over dais to find that Murtagh was not in his bed. He could hear the sound of flowing water in another room. The young ruby dragon got from his bed and stretched his front legs, then walked to the door where the sound was coming from. Gently, he opened the door with his snout and saw his Rider bare-chested shaving his face over a sink. Murtagh turned his head to greet his dragon, Ah, morning Thorn. The young red dragon gave out a purr of contemptment as his nostrils flared, Morning to you too. Suddenly, there was a knock to the front door. Thorn receded and Murtagh stepped out of the washroom cleaning his face with a towel. The door opened and an elf holding a pair of freshly made clothes and tray full of fruit. The silver-haired elf walked forward, "Greetings, Thorn Crimsonwing and Murtagh," he said as he humbly bowed his head. Murtagh threw the towel on his bed and walked towards the elf, Kvetha! he said as he bowed his head and took the materials the elf handed over to him. Thorn sat on his haunches and examined the small elf with an utter curiousity, while Murtagh laid the materials along with the food on the table next to his bed. The elf continued his report, "I am Bellaen of House Miolandra. I apologize for this unsatifactory meal for you and your dragon. We elves have no liking in hunting animals. However, you are allowed what you can in Du Weldenvarden. We only ask that you leave your kills in the forest so that our forest does not become tainted by blood." Murtagh then grabbed hold of Thorn's saddle and replied, "I'll remember that." The humbly inclined his head and walked towards the exit, but he stopped when he was inches away from the door knob. Ballaen turned around Murtagh begun strapping the saddle on Thorn's back, "I have more to tell. Eragon and Saphira have awoken and are waiting for you at the Crags of Tel'Naeir." Murtagh knodded his head, "Thank you," he said sincerely. After that, Bellaen exited the tree house and Murtagh dressed in his new clothes and strapped Zar'roc to his belt, while Thorn stared at the food in the tray.


The young red dragon felt slightly hungry, but was not sure if the fruit was edible to his taste. The tray was filled with fruit and seed cakes. Murtagh finished dressing himself and glanced at his confused ruby dragon. Thorn asked his rider, Are you sure this looks edible? Murtagh only shrugged, It's best that you learn to eat a healthy meal to gain your strength. Although Thorn was hungry, he knew that he had to learn to rely on proper nourishment for an important challenge. He managed to snap up all of the seed cakes and three apples on the tray. Murtagh only took a few grapes. Afterward, Thorn walked to the balcony of the tree house. Where are you going? Murtagh asked. Thorn turned his head to meet Murtagh's eye, Nowhere, I just want to explore this strange place for a moment. Murtagh knew Thorn had much to learn. He decided to give Thorn a moment to explore. Alright. Don't be gone too long. Thorn turned away and leaped into the air. The ruby dragon dove to the ground and fanned hs wings to land softly. He checked his surroundings and saw birds flying above the trees. The sound of birds tweeting and the wind blowing against the trees and leaves ruffling. The air was fresh and calm to Thorn as he felt the cool breeze flapping the soft membranes of his wings. Thorn heard a sound coming from above the trees. He looked up and saw a blue figure above. He knew it was Saphira by the time she landed softly on the ground in front of him with look of impatientness in her eyes. What is taking you so long? Glaedr is waiting for you. she asked. Thorn smiled at her sparkling blue eyes and replied without hesitation, Ah, morning Saphira. I'll be there shortly. Just until Murtagh is prepared. Saphira rolled her eyes, And what are you doing out here? Dozing off while enjoying the view? she snapped. A second later, she cooled and felt that she had hurt Thorn with her strong words, I'm sorry, she added, ...It's just I feel different with you joining us. Thorn quickly added, Don't worry about it. The blue dragoness eyed Thorn comfortingly and said gently, Okay, just don't take very long. Saphira quickly unfolded her wings and took skies as Thorn watched her vanish in the beyond.


A few minutes later, Murtagh walked down the spiral steps and then towards Thorn. Murtagh gently laid a hand on Thorn's front leg, Are you ready? Thorn looked down and met Murtagh's eyes, Aye, I'm ready. The young ruby dragon knelt down to assist his Rider on his saddle. Thorn quickly unfolded his wings and took to the skies. While flying to the Crags of Tel'Naeir, Murtagh had sensed the presence of another individual talking to Thorn. His mind merged into Thorn's mind.


Thorn. Just who was it you were talking to a moment ago?


...It was Saphira.


Yes. And what were you two talking about?


N-nothing. She just told us to hurry.


Oh really? You would not happen to have feelings for her could you?


What!? I barely know her. I cannot become an item with her just yet.


Whatever you say.


By the time Thorn and Murtagh arrived and landed at the Crags of Tel'Naeir, Murtagh receded from Thorn's saddle and they both walked towards Oromis who was waiting for him. "It's good to have you back son of Morzan," he said as he laid a hand on Murtagh's shoulder. "Today I would like to test your skills with the sword. I will have spar with Eragon and later you may show me your knowledge of magic." Thorn heard the loud footsteps of a large dragon approaching him. He turned his head and saw Glaedr stand beside him. You will follow me young dragon. I will test your skill of fire aerial skills. Are you ready to commence? Thorn quickly replied, As ready as I'll ever be. Glaedr knodded his head, Good, then let us be off! The massive gold dragon quickly unfolded his wings and took to the skies followed by the young scarlet dragon. Before Thorn flew any further, he hovered and turned around to see Saphira resting her head on her front legs watching Eragon and Murtagh dual. Glaedr stopped and saw Thorn looking in the opposite direction. Come on young one. Fly! he shouted with a tone of expecting obedience. Thorn obeyed, but took one last look at Saphira and flew off with Glaedr. The two dragons flew over canyons and took to the high blue skies in the clouds. Both of the dragons stopped and hovered while Glaedr began to instruct Thorn to perform acrobatic maneuvers to the best of his ability. I am ready. Thorn said in a tone fitting to withstand any risk. Then try to keep up with me. Glaedr said.


The massive gold dragon dove downward to the ground followed by the smaller, yet courageous ruby dragon. They dove like meteors crashing to the ground. By the time they reached the close end of the ground, Glaedr turned stright into the canyons followed by Thorn. They both dodged and parried sharp stalagmites and and large boulders all around. Glaedr turned his head and saw that Thorn was not harmed and flying very impressively as if to race against him. Thorn barrel-rolled and twisted his flexible body while dodging all the obstacles ahead. The red dragon flew with intense speed that he was now abreast from Glaedr. The large gold dragon looked next to him and saw the red dragon had caught up in less than a minute. They flew through the canyons for over ten minutes, until they reached the finish line. Glaedr and Thorn landed on the edges of the canyons and stopped to rest for a moment. Glaedr, impressed and amazed of a young dragon who could surpass him, looked down to Thorn as if he were his son, You're quite an amazing youth. You are indeed the fastest flyer of all dragons I have met. Thorn was surprised at Glaedr's logic, Really? I'm the fastest of all dragons. Glaedr smiled and added, Indeed you are. I see you as a dragon of great promise. One who would change the world. Our training is not over yet, I still must test your ability of fire.


The two dragons flew to another canyon and landed not too far off. Glaedr walked forward and picked up a rock with his teeth and laid in between him and Thorn. What am I supposed to do? Thorn asked. Glaedr politely instructed, Cast your fire on this rock until you can longer expel your flame! Thorn took one look at the stone for a second and took a deep breath. He expelled a steam of blazing fire onto the rock with great accuracy. He kept burning the stone for ten minutes, then twenty minutes, then thirty minutes, then another five minuets. By the time Thorn ceased, he coughed a plume of smoke and used the backside of a paw to wipe his lips. The stone was glowing like a large burning stone coal. Thorn stared in awe of not realizing the outstanding features of his own magic. Glaedr smiled and praised his new student, You have done well. You may give this stone as a gift to your Rider. This session is over young one. Now come, let us fly back to the Crags of Tel'Naeir. Thorn knodded and replied, Aye, ebrithil. Thorn took the stone with his teeth and flew back to his Rider following Glaedr over the the emerald ocean landscape and to prepare for the next day.


Well, how do you like Thorn's incredible skills. Heh, for a lad he sure is amazing huh? I'll post another chapter again shortly later on.

Really good job. That was a great chapter and i liked your last two paragraphs.

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Chapter 15: Visions of the Future



While flying back to the Crags of Tel'Naeir, Thorn followed closely behind Glaedr while thinking about what Murtagh had said to him earlier about having feelings for Saphira. He knew for a fact that she is indeed the last female in existence, but they would have to closer for their chance to mating would happen. Thorn also remembered, before the assault on the Burning Plains, that Galbatorix had forbidden him to never show any romantic affection towards her. But for what reason? As for the other male dragon, it may take a long time for it to hatch and would take months for it to mature. However, Thorn could see that Saphira is majestically beautiful, her sparkling sapphire eyes, her well put blue form, and many other distinctive fitting features, but would she ever except him when time passes? I guess I'm just imagining things. he thought to himself. Even so, Thorn has mixed feelings that if Saphira does by any chance feel any attraction to him, the thought might put her in more danger than she could already be in. He knew from the start that Galbatorix needer to her to build an army of dragons for his own needs. Above all of that, what would happen if Shruiken were to ever kidnapp Saphira and force her to breed with him against her will? Thorn cannot let that happen, he must protect her until there is not a breath left in him. Even Thorn wishes to see the dragons flourish again just as much as Saphira does.


Upon arriving back at the Crags of Tel'Naeir, Thorn could see Eragon and Murtagh talking to Oromis while Saphira, still awake, kept her head rested on her front paws. Both Thorn and Glaedr landed on the edge of the training grounds in unison as a rock cracked underneath his good paw. Saphira heard the sound of two dragons landing and raised her head to see Thorn standing next to Glaedr. From where she could see, Thorn was very much indeed shorter than Glaedr. Almost as if comparring the size of a sparrow to a bald eagle. They even looked so much in common, as if they were father and son. She then turned her sights to Thorn with his wings folded in place. By the time her eyes remained locked on the young ruby dragon, she felt a warm and stirring feeling in her heart. Could he be the one I've been searching for? she thought to herself. Just like before, there is still no signs of hostlity in him. Thorn had changed so much, it was like she was not looking at the same dragon from before. Saphira still wants time to come closer to Thorn and know him a little more. A moment later, Murtagh walked towards Thorn to greet him by gently stroking his snout using his palm. Glaedr lowered is head to meet Murtagh face to face and echoed into his mind, Murtagh, son of Morzan, your dragon is like no other I had ever met. Thorn is full of many great promises. He is by far the fastest of all dragons I have met. Saphira was equally surprised of what Glaedr had stated. Astonished that even Thorn could be the fastest of all other dragons. Slightly jealous, but otherwise eager to spar with him and happy that he has changed sides. Oromis walked next to Murtagh, marveling his dragon, "Glaedr tells me that your dragon is a blessing to the world." Murtagh quickly replied, "He is full of surprises I would say." Thorn lowered his head and placed the glittering stone he made out of his fiery breath in front of Murtaghs feet. The Rider took the stone in his hand, that has now cooled down during Thorn's flight with Glaedr, and began examining it. Consider that as a gift from me...to you, Murtagh. Thorn said in Murtaghs' mind with very much compassion.


It was nearing dusk as the sun in the sky shined like a large glowing orange while it made it's desent into the mountains. Eragon and Murtagh had finished their sessions by demonstrating each other's magic and learning the basics of more danger to come. Everyone was exausted for such a long day of relentless exercise of swordplay and magical spell casting. Even Thorn felt that he had deserved a long night's rest after so much flght training with Glaedr. Oromis walked toward Glaedr and patted his neck gently, then turned his view to Thorn, Saphira, Eragon and Murtagh, "Your sessions for today are over. Go on and rest to recover your strength for tomorrow." he said informally. Murtagh boarded Thorn as Eragon boarded Saphira and together they both took the skies. As the dragons riders flew to their rooms to rest, Saphira, who was close behind Thorn, reached out into Thorn's mind via her mind, Thorn, before you fly to your tree house with Murtagh, I was wondering if you would like talk with me alone in the forest? The thought had Thorn caught off guard for sure. He blocked out his mind so Murtagh could not hear him, Alright, but let me land first. he replied relieved that Murtagh did not them fearing he would tease him more. The young ruby dragon landed in front of Murtagh's tree house as Murtagh disembarked from Thorn's saddle. Murtagh walked a few steps and realized an anxious feeling in Thorn's mind. Murtagh stopped on the fifth step of the spiral stairs and spoke to Thorn in his mind, What's the matter? he said worringly. Thorn focused on Murtagh and smiled warmly to hide his thoughts, It's nothing. I just want to fly a little more. Without a word, Thorn took to the skies and Murtagh succeeded in diving into Thorn's mind to visualize only Saphira. Murtagh grinned with an enthusiastic and playful chuckle, "Good luck Thorn!", he said as Thorn disappeared into the skies.


The young red dragon opened his mind to track Saphira's location. He sensed her presence at the edge of the crags far from where Oromis and Glaedr sleep. Thorn dove down and spotted Saphira resting at least two meters away from the edge. The sun was still making it's decent into the mountains and only a few stars are exposed in the violet sky. Saphira turned her head and behind her stood the young red dragon that saved her at Helgrind. Thorn walked of the shadows as the remaining sunlight caused his scales sparkle like bright red glitter. You're late. Saphira said sarcastically. Thorn walked next to her and laid himself down with a playful grin upon his face, What were expecting? An invitation to a social interaction? he replied smugly. Saphira laughed him out and then turned her head to stare out at the landscape beneath them. Thorn was very unsure of why Saphira would ask him to talk with her alone. Especially after what they have been through. Thorn felt that he should ask Saphira politely of why she wanted speak with him at the time of dusk. Um...Saphira. Why did you ask me to speak with you in private at a time like this? Saphira thought about what she should say in return to not hurt Thorn mentally. Even after she had experienced with back at Surda, she could not keep hating him for the rest of her life. Still, she owes him her life for saving her back at Helgrind. A reply has now shown itself in her mind, I just thought that maybe we should take the time to understand each other. Thorn, for what reason did you and Murtagh betray Galbatorix? Saphira's question was just too much for Thorn to answer. However, he thought of the right answer he made to Nasuada, Murtagh and I wish to make up for what happened and be set free from this spell casted upon us. I have another goal in mind. Saphira was highly curious, And what might that be? she asked.


I want to know why I was brought into this world. I want to know the true answer to what my life has and who I really am.


But you're Thorn Crimsonwing of Murtagh. Do you not know anything? Do you not know the names of the dragons that have given birth to you?


...It's hard to say, but I don't remember anything. True, I am Murtaghs' dragon but I'm not even sure if Thorn is my real name. Even if I did have a mother and a father, that is if I had any parents, what if I have a different name.


My mother and father perished during the downfall of the Riders. I've never met them before, but I'm sure that if they were still alive they would love me so much.


I'm not so sure if my parents are still around. Shruiken told me that they died from an incurable disease, but I don't really believe him. I mean, this mind-controlling spell caused my past memories to wash away.


Saphira felt so much pity wash over her. To think that a former enemy would be so noble enough to rescue her. She decided to change subject for the better cause, Well, aside from that, how do you like it here? she asked. Thorn's expression turned from sad to warmth, It's much better here than in Uru'baen. The air is so fresh and clean. It makes me feel...wild and free inside. Saphira was happily relieved and then turned her sights over to the dropping sun, I'm happy for you. What I don't understand is how can you be fastest of all dragons. The way you fought that Lethrblaka back at Helgrind. I never thought any dragon such as you could pull off any surprises like that. Thorn felt a certain jumping in his mind and decideds to impress Saphira with a technique he mastered himself, Really. Have you ever seen a dragon do this? Ha! Saphira turned to face Thorn who is now standing upside down on his front right paw and turns out to be very surprised as her eyes widened. Thorn was facing Saphira in an upside down position with a hint of glee on his face, What do you think? Saphira was very impressed, Where did you learn how to do that? she asked with glint of excitement in her. Thorn had to answer quickly, Well it's not very easy. The first thing you do is...whoah! Before Thorn could say anything else, he fell flat on his back and finished his sentence by saying Ow! Just the sight of seeing Thorn in pain made her giggle. Thorn looked back at Saphira and smiled to hide his embarrassment. Then again... Thorn continued with his cheeks flushed, although it was hard for Saphira to tell since he's already red, I guess I have a lot more to learn. Saphira finshed amusing giggle and replied I'm sure you still do. she then turned her eyes to the sun once more. However, I am so tired. Thorn could you guide me back to the place where Eragon and I rest? she asked with a look of affection in her eye. Thorn had no choice to reply as he felt a little bashful after what he heard, Um...sure.


After the two dragons have walked together to rest for the night, Saphira wanted to ask Thorn something she had never asked anyone before, Thorn? she said as they continued walking, ...I was wondering if you... Before she could say anything else, Saphira felt her left hind leg get caught in one of the solid roots of a tree and was nearly about to fall. Sensing the danger, Thorn dashed forward quickly while Saphira fell into his arms. While Thorn held onto Saphira from falling, Saphira raised her head until they were eye to eye and face to face. Thorn and Saphira were now so close they could almost kiss. Before something else happened, Saphira kindly released herself from Thorn's grip looking shy and flattered. Thorn felt almost the same way until he asked Saphira, Are you alright? It was hard for Saphira to reply, but she succeeded Yes. I was just a little clumsy. she said almost giggling.


Do you still want me to walk you back?


No, I can walk the rest of the way. Thank you anyway. Good night.


Thorn watched with a warm smile as Saphira walked the path to her tree house. Afterwards, Thorn took to the sky and flew to Murtagh's tree house. What was that emotion he felt when he caught Saphira in his arms? Thorn could not figure out the feeling he felt when he looked into Saphira's eyes, but for some reason he was starting to feel warm inside. Thorn tried his best to forget about what happened so then Murtagh would not tease him any longer, but it was hard not to. By the time Thorn landed on the balcony, he immediately walked to his round shaped bed and snuggled onto the warm sheets hoping that Murtagh could not figure a thing. So how did it go? That voice was so familiar to Thorn it turns out to be Murtagh resting on his bed. How did what go? he asked.


How was your training with Glaedr?


Oh! It was very well. Much better than the training with Shruiken.


Murtagh grinned slightly, Really. It would be a shame for me to not see it every once in a while. This confused Thorn, Not by seeing what? Murtagh grinned even more, That we don't get to Saphira's loverboy Thorn Crimsonwng himself. Thorn's eyes widened with surprise, What!? N-no!? We're not lovers, we're just...


That's not what your inner thoughts tell me.


Murtagh! Stop teasing me, I'm tired enough as it is.


Heh Heh! Alright, fine then Good night.


Good night! And good riddance.



Ah, the romance. Well guys, their just about there but, they are from mating with each other for now. That is if Murtagh can stop teasing Thorn of being Saphira's loverboy. Well, what did you guys think? Did you like it? I'll post another chapter soon.

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Last chapter was a little cute eh? Oh yes, young love. What could better? Heh Heh! Well, here comes the next chapter;


Chapter 16: Of Boulders and Fire Weeds



The next morning, Thorn awoke at the sound of the birds chirping. He stood on the edge of the balcony pondering on the future and what should happen later on. The sun was already up and all the dew began to drip from every leaftip. Thorn turned his head around and saw Murtagh in a deep slumber in is bed. Seeing this as his chance to explore before his next lesson, he felt his wings itching to flap and mind now turned to the concept of taking flight. Thorn could not control himself, he let the idea slip his mind as he unfolded his translucent wings and took to the sky. He flew with great speed until he was no longer visible in the sun. Five seconds later, he re-emerged from out of the sun and dove into the trees. The young ruby dragon spun while soaring over the ground and dodging every tree in his path. Feeling the need to rest, while knowing he needs to conserve enough strength for his next lesson, he gracefully landed on the grassy floor. Thorn took the moment to take in the joy of being away from Uru'baen. He felt happy, so happy than he could have ever felt. At that moment, he feel Murtagh calling out to him in his mind to return to his room. He quickly unfolded his wings and took to the sky once more and angled his way to the base of the tree where Murtagh stood waiting for him with Zar'roc strapped to his belt. Thorn landed both silently and gently until Murtagh asked him, Good morning Thorn. Where did you go? Thorn replied to his Rider with many signs of joy within him, Just out. The ruby dragon lied himself down as Murtagh grabbed the harness for Thorn's saddle. Are you hoping to see Saphira again? Murtagh asked. Thorn thought Murtagh was planning to tease him again. While sensing very little enthusiasm in Murtagh, he decided to answer him, In a sense, yes. What I'm really hoping for is that maybe, possibly Glaedr knows the answer to who I am. I'm also worried if Galbatorix and Shruiken will ever find out where we are. It would mean nothing but catastrophe for the people of Ellesmera.


Murtagh finished strapping the harness on the back of his dragon and felt many doubts in Thorn's mind, Let's hope that something like that never comes to past. As long we have this dreadful spell removed, they may not be drawn to our location. I would to see more people suffer for our sake. Thorn felt hope replenishing him, Aye. Speaking of which, what of the egg? Murtagh walked next to Thorn's saddle and unbuttoned the satchel connected to the saddle. He reached in and pulled out a green lavendar stone. It was not just any stone, but an egg. It sparkled like emerald green glitter. They both gazed upon the egg they stole from Galbatorix's keep. Thorn felt that it was safe to tell everyone the egg had been saved, Murtagh. Do you think it's safe to tell everyone that we have claimed the egg from the king? Murtagh brought his sights to Thorn, No, I think maybe we should hide it a little while longer. I fear something terrible may go amiss if someone finds out we have posession of this egg. Thorn snorted a plume of smoke from his nostrils, There has to be another way. I would hate to see this hatchling through what I've been through. Something sparked in Murtagh's mind, he knew of a way to counter Galbatorix incase if he ever invades Ellesmera, I know of way. I will entrust this egg to Oromis and explain my plan to him. Thorn felt the idea was very acceptable, Are you sure, little one? he asked. Aye, Murtagh said as he placed the egg back in the satchel, ...for now, nobody must know. Leave the egg to me. Now then, let us be off. Murtagh mounted his dragon and without question, Thorn left the ground and flew over the trees to the Crags of Tel'Naeir.


Upon arriving back at the training grounds, Thorn and Murtagh landed just before Eragon and Saphira could make it. Glaedr was resting next to Oromis' tent with his head laid across his legs. Murtagh dismounted Thorn and cluthed the egg out of the satchel, Leave everything to me. he said as he entered the small tent. A few moments later, Thorn sensed the presence of another dragon arriving closely. He looked into the blue sky and saw Saphira descending onto the ground. Thorn watched as Eragon dismounted Saphira and brushing his hand against her snout. He then walked forward toward Oromis' tent, but stopped to greet Thorn, "Ah, morning Thorn Crimsonwing.", he said nearly declining his head. Good morning to you too, Shadeslayer. replied Thorn. Eragon then entered the tent, leaving the dragons behind. Saphira cocked her head to the side when she locked her eyes on the young ruby dragon. She was very curious to know more about Thorn after he caught her from falling the other night. She felt that everything she said and everything she thought about him was all wrong. Thorn had most definitely changed so much. At that moment, she thought maybe, just maybe, the race of the dragons will be saved by Thorn's hands. However, she turned her sights to the sleeping gold dragon and still holds the same feelings for Glaedr, especially after he turned her down. Saphira turned her sights back to Thorn, but then he turned his eyes to her. Saphira tried to pretend to look up in the sky, but she knew that Thorn caught her staring him. Thorn walked torwards Saphira, who then turned her sights back towards him. Thorn smiled and said, Good morning, Saphira. It was hard for Saphira to reply, but she did so anyway, Morning, Thorn. she said in a sweet tone. Thorn thought about the time when he caught Saphira in his arms, he knew that she had a question for him. Um...Saphira? he asked, About last night. What were you about to ask me?


Saphira's eyes widened as she felt her heart flutter, Um...well...what I meant to say was..., before she could finish, Glaedr woke up. The massive gold dragon beant down and stretched his legs and saw Thorn and Saphra close to each other. He walked towards his new student to greet him and to describe his next lesson, You're here very early little ones. I'm happy to see the two of you in one peace. Now, Thorn if I am correct, you will now learn to fly with boulders strapped to your back. It may be a difficult task, but I know you can succeed. You will not be praticing alone, I will allow Saphira accompany you. At that moment, Saphira was now filled with much excitement and entusiasm that she once felt before. Thorn felt that he could take on any challenge no matter how difficult. I am ready for anything. master Glaedr. Thorn said in a tone that signifies his anxiety for what is coming. Good. Then let us be off. Glaedr said as he took to the sky followed by the two young dragons.


After they had gone miles away, both of the dragons landed in a small valley. Glaedr instructed Saphira to place two boulders, that are both tied to each other by a vine rope, over Thorn. Saphira obeyed, but it resulted in Thorn nearly collapsing due to the heavy-weight of the boulders. Saphira supported Thorn to stand straight until he was able to recover his bearings. Thanks. Thorn said comlpimenting Saphira. She did not reply out loud, instead she gifted Thorn with a smile with her head cocked to the side. Glaedr spoke just after Thorn stood up straight, All you have to do is to supress your weight with the boulders tied to you. During situations when you may have to carry more people than just your Rider. Especially, during a harsh environment. Leap from this edge and do your best. Glaedr stepped away from the edge of the cliff from where the dragons stood. Thorn stood in his ambush position, ready to make jump of his life. Saphira sat on her haunches under Glaedr's wing watching Thorn darting towards the edge. He made a great leap and begun to fall faster by the weight of the boulders strapped to him. Thorn unfolded his wings, but he did not move an inch. He was coming closer to the ground nearing his death. So many things were flowing through Thorn's mind. Come on, Come on, Come on! he shouted in his own mind hoping his wings would cooperate. Just at the time when he became inches to the ground, he finally performed a loop that sent him upwards. Thorn felt relieved that he would not die during a special training session. He climbed higher enough for Saphira and Glaedr to watch him spiral like an auger in the sky. For a moment, even Saphira thought Thorn would not make it. Glaedr could feel warming emotions about Thorn in Saphira's mind. He felt that Thorn would serve as the perfect mate for her as he is indeed young and handome from her point-of-view, not to mention very close to her age. This made Glaedr happy as to see Thorn as the savior of the dragons.


After a good long while, Thorn landed at the edge of the cliff. He unstrapped the boulders from himself using his teeth. The boulders landed on the ground with a rocky thud. It felt better to Thorn not wearing them. Very well done, young one. Glaedr said in an appealing tone. Saphira was very-well impressed herself. It was hard for her to imagine a dragon so young at Thorn's age to prove as a very skilled flyer. She could not think of anything say except for, I'm very impressed. You're not half-bad. Thorn looked at her with a smug and content grin, Come on, you call this a challenge? he said in a cocky tone. Glaedr spoke ahead, I would not be so sure about that. If you can pass the test of eating fire weed. Thorn cocked his head to the side and looked back at Saphira, What is fire weed? he asked her. Saphira looked back at Thorn and replied, It's a healthy plant that gives your body the energy it needs. Thorn was not very happy about the fact that he needs to eat more vegetation, but he knew he had to do it. Come now young one. If you could surpass even this, you're training for today will be over. said Glaedr. Saphira began to laugh silently, I sure hope you can endure it. As for me, I'm going back. Saphira unflapped her wings and took to the sky back to Oromis' tent leaving Thorn and Glaedr behind. You will follow me my young pupil. Glaedr took to the skies followed by the red dragon. Thorn felt very uncomfortable about eating more vegetation, but if it were something that could help in hs future, he has ver little choice.


The two dragon flew to a small grove and landed in a field of small flowers with blood-red peddals. It came to Thorn that this could only be the fire weed everyone spoke of. Thorn brought his head up to face Glaedr, Master. Why do I have to eat this? he asked. Glaedr snorted, It is important that eat properly. Your body needs energy. It will also help you expel your flame better. Thorn looked down at the flowers and eyed at only one. Slowly, he lowered his head and opened his maw. He took one of the flowers by his teeth and began to chew. It tasted like dry biscuits which could make someone unbearably thirsty, especially a dragon. Thorn swallowed the flower and felt himself going dry. Thorn gobbled up another and then another. Glaedr could tell Thorn was feeling very thirsty. He decides that he had enough to eat, I think you've had enough for today. Come with me, I'll show you a lake that will quench your thirst. he said as Thorn stopped gobbling the fire weed.


Pretty hilarious huh? All that fire weed, man. Sorry about my chapters being a little short. Thorn is a very tricky character if you know what I mean? I'll post another chapter soon.

What's up? Things are starting to get easier for me now. I'll be able to complete my story in short period of time. Luckily, Thorn and Saphira are getting closer. Slowly but surely though. Here's the next chapter;



Chapter 17: Meaning of Birth




After a quarter of an hour later, Glaedr finally escorted Thorn to a fresh water lake where he could quench his thirst after eating so much fire weed. The lake was crystal clear and rays of the sun caused the surface to sparkle brightly from the tiny waves. Glaedr stood next to a soggy log covered in algae while Thorn took a brief moment to survey the glorious sight of the lake and the surroundings. You may drink as much as you like. Glaedr said allowing the thirsty red dragon to proceed. Thorn politely walked to the edge of the lake to drink, as his talons were being brushed by the cool and gentle waves. He lowered his head and placed the tip of his muzzle to the surface and began to sip the cooling water. Thorn was enjoying the taste so much, he felt he could drink the entire lake until there is not a single drop left. It was still day time and the wind was brushing the leaves together making rattling sounds. A good long five minutes had passed while Thorn kept drinking the refreshing lake water. Glaedr pondered over the rebirth of the dragons while Thorn was busy replenishing himself. He knew for a fact that he is far too old to mate with Saphira. The elderly gold dragon turned his thoughts over to the much younger ruby dragon. Glaedr wondered if Thorn will ever take the honor of becoming a suitable mate for Saphira. Other than that, he was even more concerned about the extraordinary potential that even Thorn is unaware of. Glaedr will soon have to train Thorn how to master it during any desperate measures in his future. Then again, Glaedr has no idea why Thorn and his Rider betrayed Galbatorix.


Finally, a question escaped from Glaedr's mind, Tell me young one. Do you plan to breed Saphira? The thought took Thorn off guard, he nearly gagged when he swallowed the last bit of water he drank up. Thorn stopped drinking the lake water and turned his sights to Glaedr, What was that last part?, he asked as if embarrassed. Glaedr cocked his head to the side, Do you by any chance wish to rebirth the dragons by mating with Saphira?, he said which sent Thorn's mind blank. The red dragon was now filled too many replies to choose from, he could not think of what to say. Even so, he did not want to appear rude to his new mentor. After an epic battle between his mind thoughts, which only lasted for 30 seconds, he finally thought of a more polite response, Master. I've always found Saphira highly beautiful among every other dragoness that may have lived, I just feel that maybe now not the right time. Glaedr began to understand Thorn's meaning as Thorn continued, I've also thought that if I do so, it might put her in more danger than she could already be in. This puzzled Glaedr when he slightly cocked his head, What sort of danger?, he asked alertingly. At that moment, Thorn felt that he would be in so much trouble if he told his new master of what he and Saphira had been through during the time they first met as he felt his body going cold while looked at ground sorrowfully.


...It's about her being kidnapped by Galbatorix and forcing her breed with Shruikan.


I see, but you must know that as long she dwells in this forest she is safe as even you are in good hands.


Thorn smiled weakly hoping Glaedr was right about his logic, And do not worry..., Glaedr continued as Thorn looked back at him, ...I've heard everything of what during the time you first met Saphira. You and your Rider are not at fault. All of the fears in Thorn swayed from him. He was now happy that he is now making a difference for the world. Now then..., Glaedr said, ...let us return. You have done well today. The massive gold dragon slowly raised his wings and took the sky followed by the young ruby dragon.


Upon arriving bak at the Crags of Tel'Naeir, the sun had begun to set and the sky was orange and violet. Thorn was laying on the rocky ground, with his tail wrapped around him and his front talons inches away from the plummit. He looked up in the sky and began to ponder about his late mother and father while Oromis was teaching both Eragon and Murtagh the magic of tracing symbols onto a stone slab. He wondered if maybe they still love him even after what had happened to Surda. He also thought about the reason to why they would surrender him to Galbatorix. Or better yet, could they have died protecting him from the king? None of this made sense to him. What am I thinking? I feel as if I don't anything anymore. he thought sorrowfully. Thorn could not understand the fact that if his mother and father loved him, why would they offer him to Galbatorix?


Before long, Thorn felt someone reaching out for his mind, What troubles you, young one? came a familiar voice in a concerned tone. Thorn turned his head and saw Glaedr walking next to him and laying down on the edge with his talons over the plummit. Thorn turned his sights to the forest below him, ...It's nothing. he replied trying to hide his thoughts in his own mind. There is no need to hide your thoughts from me..., Glaedr said insisting that Thorn would talk, ...if you have something to say, then don't be afraid to tell me so then I can help you. Thorn folded his wings over his sides the same way a bird would. I've been thinking about my late mother and father. he replied as Glaedr slightly nodded his head. Do you not know the names of two dragons that have birthed you? asked Glaedr. Thorn looked up into Glaedr's fiery eyes and then replied, I don't.


...I see. Then Galbatorix's spell must have washed away your past memories.


That is most likely true. I can't remember anything.


Glaedr turned his sights away from Thorn as they both gazed at the sun making it's descent. Thorn felt that ever since he first met Glaedr he had offended him of not answering his question from the day they met. He knew that if by any chance Glaedr knows a secret to Thorn's past he would ask him of any information, no matter how trivial. Master..., Thorn said as Glaedr looked down upon him, ...I think I have to apologize for not answering your question when we first met. The reason I came here is not just to make up for what happened. I came here because I thought I could find all the answers I seek. Glaedr cocked his head to the side even more curiously, What sort of answers do you seek? he asked.


The meaning of my birth and why I was brought to this world. Unlike being in Uru'baen, I do not wish to remain as a tool of war my whole life. One side of me says that I was brought here for a special reason. The other side tells me that I was meant to serve Galbatorix. I've also felt that there is no place in this world for me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do or where to go.


Glaedr could see that Thorn is a troubled youth who is desperate to know his true fate, but he even wondered if Shruikan ever revealed anything to him. He decides to help Thorn through using his knowledge of the dragons, Has Shruikan ever told you anything about yourself? he asked. Thorn thought for a moment and all he remembered that he was told his parents passed away of an incurable disease, which does not sound true to him. ...He only told me of the death of my prents. That they passed on of an incurable disease. said Thorn. Glaedr smiled and said, Then let me tell you of a dragon who once lived as leader among every other dragon. Thorn turned his interests into Glaedr's speeches, feeling that he may learn something.


A long time ago, before the downfall of our race, there stood a great and proud dragon named Eridor. He was the son of King Vanilor of the wild dragons and also his successor.


So this Eridor became a king afterwards? What happened next?


After he was appointed king, he led every remaining wild dragon to a new land of prosperity for safety against any oppression.


Why would he do that?


There was a time when elves and dragon hated each other. The elves launched a surprise attack and slaughtered many dragons including the eggs.

At that moment, Thorn felt bewildered about the fact that there would be a crisis between elves and dragons. Thorn was very surprised that there was even rivalry in the world that just the war between the Varden and the Empire. He wanted to know more about Glaedr's story. Go on! he said insisting Glaedr would continue.


Even though he was appointed a king, he could be not fully a king. Days have passed and he later came across a stunningly beautiful dragoness named Opheila. At that moment, he fell in love with her, just as she fell in love with him. Together, they both became rulers and kept every wild dragon safe as long they were one. Over the years, Opheila became pregnant and later gave birth to a son whom Eridor named Atticus.


Atticus? Would that make him the prince?


Aye. However, Atticus was far special among every other dragon. By the time every wild dragon witnessed the birth of their prince they roared with glory.


Incredible. Could Atticus still be alive?


Who knows? All I've heard is that Atticus was never heard from again. It is likely that he could still be alive and perhaps may have become bound by someone. That is all you need to know young one. Go now and rest! Tomorrow is another important day.


Thorn got up and smiled, Thank you master. For making me feel that there is hope for me. Glaedr smiled as well an knodded, Your Rider has been transported by Saphira Remember, that you are in good hands. Thorn knodded and then took to the skies. His thoughts soon turned to the missing Atticus that Glaedr mentioned earlier. He figured that if he finds Atticus, every answer he seeks will be revealed. Upon arriving back at the tree house, he immediately snuggled into his new bed and found Murtagh holding two stones in his hands. Thorn...look! Can you tell the difference of these eggs? Murtagh asked as he revealed both of the stones in front of Thorn. He studied each of the stones carefully but, they both seemed the same. They both seem the same. replied Thorn.


Only by the undrained eye. This egg to the right is the real one while the one to left is just a mere rock disguised as a dragon's egg.


Thorn's eyes widened with surprise, How could you pull something like that off without telling me? Murtagh pulled the fake egg into his lap and replied, Master Oromis did this. I've asked him to create a fake in case if Galbatorix invades Ellesmera, we could switch him for the real bargain. Thorn turned his eyes to the real egg, That is very well thought out., he said turning his sights to Murtagh who was now looking unusual. Thorn felt concerned, Murtagh. Is something wrong? he asked. Murtagh placed on Thorn's snout and asked him, If something happens to me, will you take care of the egg for me?


Murtagh, why would you ask me that?

Please Thorn! Without you, I never would have made it this far. Please, do it for my sake and for everyone else!


...Alright, I will.



Poor Thorn. He has no idea who his parents are and why they would give him to Galbatorix. Very strange isn't it? What do you think of this chapter. I'll post another chapter soon.

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Chapter 18: Untold Secrets




The sun rose from behind the mountains, the light blanketing the entire forest. Thorn was resting in his bed until he the felt warm sun light shine through the portal of the balcony of his new home, covering his eyes. He felt his eyes sting forcing him to wake, in which he did so opening his eyes half-way. Thorn raised his head and gazed at the world through the portal until he heard a familiar voice call out to him in a polite tone, Morning Thorn. The red dragon's are now fully opened. Thorn turned his head to see that his Murtagh, who is fully prepared for another training session, is standing in front of the door with Zar'Roc strapped to his belt. Thorn gave a tiring smile and said exhaustingly, Ah, morning Murtagh. Thorn was so tired after so many days of training with his new master, he laid his head back down. He felt Murtagh stroking his neck gently sensing concern in the mind of his Rider.


Are you not feeling well Thorn?


I'm fine. Just a little tired. And almost hungry.


I see. Don't worry, after this next session we can hunt as much as we want.


Sounds good. I just hope it goes by quickly.


Thorn willingly walked from his bed, so Murtagh can strap the harness on his back. While strapping the harness on the back of the red dragon, Murtagh glanced at Thorn's face and could see that he is full of grief and confusion. Something tells me that you have not slept well last night. he said while crefully connecting one of the loops together. Thorn turned his head to face his Rider and replied, I've been thinking about my conversation with Glaedr last night. Murtagh finished strapping the last cord of the harness, How did it go? he asked. Thorn remembered everything from the start, especially his unknown parents. Murtagh sensed Thorn's emotions. You still don't know the answer yet, do you? Murtagh asked politely while he brushed the palm of his hand against the scales underneath Thorn's left horn. Don't worry! It will come to you some day. Murtagh said trying to comfort his dragon. Thorn's nostrils flared with hope, I hope you're right. he said allowing Murtagh to mount onto his saddle. Thorn walked towards the balcony and took to the skies off to the Crags of Tel'Naeir.


Upon arriving back at the usual spot, Thorn could see that Saphira and Eragon had arrived before they did. Glaedr and Oromis were already awake and awaiting their arrival. Murtagh dismounted Thorn and walked next to his brother to join the unison of Oromis' fine lecture. Thorn looked up in the sky watching the clouds part from each other. This only lasted for just two short minutes until Thorn felt Saphira's presence nearing him. Saphira greeted him by saying, Morning Thorn. while trying to get Thorn's attention. The red dragon turned his sights to the blue dragoness. Her sparkling sapphire eyes was the only thing that kept his spirits up whenever he felt inferior to the world. Morning Saphira. he replied happily. For the first time, Saphira approached Thorn a little closer than ever. She began to examine his physical attributes. Thorn's wings are slightly larger, his size is only half an inch shorter than her, and his muscles are slightly wider than her muscles. Overall, Thorn is very well built to her eyes. They both sat next to the edge enjoying the beautiful morning view together. Thorn remembered that he should thank Saphira for transporting Murtagh to their new home.


Um...Saphira. Thanks.


For what? I've done nothing to earn your gratitude.


But you have. You've transported Murtagh to our home while Glaedr and I talked last night.


Oh that! You're welcome. I just felt bad that you might drop from the sky after eating all that fire weed.


I'm sure you're right. ...Hey!


Saphira found it very amusing to tease Thorn after so much fire weed. She seemed to enjoy seeing that look on Thorn's face that made him feel dumbfounded. Although, he wondered if Saphira had to eat fire weed and sustain the effect after consuming them. Well then, did you have eat fire weed during your training? Thorn asked in a cocky tone. Saphira's laughing subsided, Yes, and so far I've only consumed ten fire weeds. Thorn's eyes widened with a surprising shock. He had only consumed just three fire weeds. He did not want to tell Saphira, so that way he could avoid being laughed at more. Saphira, however, almost forgot but remembered that she needed to tell Thorn a very important subject. Oh Thorn, there is something you must know..., Thorn turned his interests to what he was about to hear from Saphira, ...tonight, once you return from your training, the elves will prepare a ceremony that will remove the spell that binds you and Murtagh to Galbatorix. Thorn was now filled with excitement and relief, that he will soon be free and ready to see the world. I can't wait. I'm ready to be free from this curse. he said.


And soon it shall be. Glaedr said when both dragons turned their heads to face him. The gold dragon slightly inclined his head and informed, Thorn. I will now take you to the Stone of Broken Egg. I am sure that this may help you with your lost memories. Are you ready to commence? The young red dragon took his sights to Saphira once more, Will you be there? Saphira looked blankly at Thorn as he added, At the ceremony? Saphira replied with her intentions at full, Oh, yes. I'll be there. Thorn turned his head to Glaedr and responded with utmost courage, I'm ready, Ebrithil Glaedr. The massive gold dragon knodded his head and took to the skies followed by the young ruby dragon. While the two dragons flew into the horizon, Saphira watched them disappear as her thoughts turned to Thorn. She sighed lovingly and said in her own mind, He is so mysterious.


Upon arriving at the Stone of Broken Egg, Thorn landed on a mossy patch and viewed his surroundings. The monolith was covered in the many remnants of dragons and elven soldiers that have fought each other to a bitter bloody end. The jagged towers were dotted with black caves and the many nests that once belonged to mother dragons are now owned by hawks, falcons and eagles. Thorn stood in shock as Glaedr landed at the front of the temple. Do you not see what has happened here? he asked as Thorn remained silent.


During the war between the elves and the dragons, a crisis broke out. The elves launched a counter strike on every dragon and hatchling including the eggs. Blood rained from the sky ever since then and no dragon had survived.


Why did you bring me here? Thorn asked wonderingly. Glaedr walked towards the red dragon and lowered his head so they were eye to eye. All you have to do is close your eyes and concentrate on your surroundings. Then, you will see what happened. said Glaedr. Thorn obeyed and kept his mind on everything around him. He stood still and stiff as a mute statue while he felt the cool breeze brushing against his hide. After at least 30 seconds, Thorn re-opened his eyes and found himself in a newly found monolith. It was the same as before, but now it was more frightening to the eye. Wh-what in-- gasped Thorn. The ground is now filled with many elven and dragon corpses. It appeared to Thorn as if the battle ended at least an hour ago. Even some of the eggs were crushed by elven magic. The stone floor was soaked in the blood of those who had persished. Many of the deceased dragons were impaled by sharp weapons such as arrows and swords. Elven soldiers were burnt and severed.


Thorn took the moment to look around for any possible survivors. He even managed to gently nudge the down dragons for any signs of life. Thorn even peeped into the dark caves and saw nothing but empty space and black burnt walls. Am I the only one here? he thought wondering where Glaedr is. He searched the entire monolith until he felt the presence of another being. He turned around and to his surprise, he saw another dragon twice his size and encased in steel armor. Thorn could not tell whether or not it was a male or a female. The dragon's entire body was encased in steel armor. Not even a single scale was visible and neither could it's eyes can be seen through the peepholes of the helm. Even the legs, wings and tail were covered along with it's body. There was also a movable device that resembled a muzzle with steel teeth aligned along the lips underneath the helm to where the dragon could breathe fire or strike by biting. The silent armored dragon stood stiff and still and not moved a single inch.


Thorn thought he could ask for help beleiving that this armored dragon could be a survivor, Who are you? Are there anyone else alive? he asked the armored dragon, but no response. Thorn tilted his head to the side in utter confusion, Silent type, huh? Well, that's awkward. retorted Thorn. The red dragon lost interest in the strange armored dragon and decided to search for more survivors. Apparently, the amored dragon began to move slowly and then it's head turned face Thorn who was investigating the nests that were tipped over. Thorn turned back to see the armored dragon slowly approaching him and asked him once more, Do you know of a dragon named Atticus? I've heard that he's the prince of the wild dragons. The armored dragon slowly approached him more without response. Thorn kept his focus on the nest as he flipped it over and saw that the eggs have been crushed with their fragments scattered. The armored dragon lifted it's tail and at the tip ejected a jagged steel blade long as it's steel talons. It slowly lifted the tail higher in the fashion of a scorpion ready to sting it's prey.


The armored dragon lashed it's bladed tail to stab Thorn, but he successfully caught it's stinger with both front paws before his death was only millimeters from between his eys, So much for friendly banter! retorted Thorn. The armored dragon continued to push it's stinger forward to impale Thorn, but the red dragon swung the stinger away and with an open paw he back handed the helm of the armored dragon to confuse him. Without taking any chances, Thorn leapt over the incased dragon to a safer position. Afterwards, Thorn entered it's mind but awkwardly, the armored dragon had no mind at all. Strangley enough, the creature incased in steel armor was no dragon or perhaps, nothing but living armor. Alright, you want to fight? Well, come on then! Thorn said in a smug tone standing in his ambush position ready to strike. The armored dragon turned it's head with a bright orange light shining inside both peephles of the helm. The tail fell to the ground and while the armored dragon turned around swiftly to face it's prey, the stone floor began to break while the steel tail grinded against it creating a small crescent shaped trench. The armored dragon roared with fury accepting Thorn's challenge. Thorn began to wonder if there could be any weak spot or any other procedure to penetrate the thick steel armor knowing that this won't be a very easy challenge.


The armored dragon charged for the kill creating loud thuds in the monolith with it's armored paws clanking. Thorn leapt out of the way and blew a ball of fire at the neck of the armored dragon, but to no avail. The armored dragon could not be wounded. Thorn's eyes widened with shock, This can't be good. he said realizing that fire is useless in this battle. The armored dragon lashed around to the side until it Thorn across his side sending him crashing into a stone pillar. The pain inflicted on Thorn was so great, almost all of the wind left his lungs. Thorn took the moment to hide behind a down pillar to recover, but he realised the emerald egg fell from the satchel. He looked around and saw egg in the middle of the platform while, the armored dragon approached the egg attempting to crush it with it's armored paw.


Oh no you don't! Thorn said as he immediately leapt over the pillar and quickly lunged forward to snag the egg which resulted in his saddle becoming impaled by the steel talons.


The saddle ripped from Thorn's back and remained impaled by the talons of the armored dragon while Thorn slid safely out of harms way. He tripped on his back with the emerald egg in his arms, the harness and the satchel was still attached to him even though he lost the saddle. Thorn lifted his head and could see the egg was safe against his warm chest. He smiled relieved that the egg lives for another day.


Before anything else happened, the armored dragon lurched forward to attack Thorn once more. Thorn quickly tossed the egg into the air and dodged the steel talons by pushing himself off the floor and pouncing into the air before the armored dragon left a small crater twice the size of it's paw. While Thorn slowly began to descend, he noticed one of the pillars was ready to fall. He took the chance to blow a ball of fire at the rusted base and allow it to tumble onto the creature. Thorn landed on the ground with a loud thud on both paws and caught the egg with his tail while keeping his eyes on the creature about to become crushed by the falling pillar. The armored dragon glanced over at the tumbling pillar and braced for what was about to happen. The pillar fell on top of the armored creature, crushing it as a wave of dust emitted from underneath.


Well, that was easy. Thorn said placing the egg into his satchel.


The red dragon took one last look at the downed creature and began to walk away. Just when he took a few steps away, he felt a strange ominous feeling behind him. Something was not right, he turned his head and to hs surprise, he saw the same pillar that crushed his enemy being hurled towards him. Thorn ducked his head as the pillar hurled into a wall and crumbling into bits of debris. A second later, he felt a cold object pinning him to the ground and realised the armored dragon was unharmed.


Oh, come now! That's not fair. he said as he saw the armored dragon raising his stinger.


Thorn was pinned to the ground on his back with an armored paw to his chest. He had to think fast or the creature will kill him with it's barbed stinger. The armored dragon lashed it's stinger to Thorn's face, but he barely missed as Thorn moved his head to the side. He felt the stinger graze against his left cheek, leaving only a minor scratch. Thorn felt the scrath sting as it bled, but only a little. The armored dragon pulled the stinger from the stone floor, attempting to kill Thorn again. The red dragon had enough fighting for one day. Thorn thought of a way to escape his death just like he did with the Lethrblaka back at Helgrind. He successfully caught the stinger with both paws and belw a stream of flame at the helm of the creature to confuse it. Thorn quickly slipped from it's grasp, with it's stinger still in his hold, and punctured the chest armor of the creature using it's own stinger.


The armored dragon roared in pain as Thorn quickly traced the blade from the chest, to the neck, and then through the head, leaving a vertical crack in the armor and then breaking the stinger from the tail by twisting it. The armored dragon stood motionless like it did before without a single sound. A second later, the helm fell from the armor and rolled to Thorn's paws. He picked it up and examined the inside. It's empty!? he said noticing the truth. Before long, the armor, including the helm, dissipitated into dust.


Could it be that the dragon was nothing but an apparation of magic?thought Thorn.


While he pondered, he noticed two shadows that surfed the stone floor. The red dragon glanced into the sky and noticed two dragons flying for safety while one of them held an egg it's grasp. Thorn knew that it could not be the emerald egg, but it was hard to tell since they were so far off. For some unkown apparent reason, Thorn felt that he was about to faint. The world around him had begun to spin and his sights were getting cloudy. What...? What is...happening? he said warily as he fell into complete unconciousness.


The world turned dark everywhere, he could not wake up. Thorn heard an old yet concerned voice call out to him, Thorn! ...Thorn! Wake up! The red dragon slowly opened his eyes and saw the sun directly into the sky. He moaned, only a little, after a harsh fight with an armored dragon. He turned his head and saw Glaedr while trying to recover his bearings.


Ugh! My head. What happened?


You seem to have fallen asleep, little one. Are you feeling well?


I'm fine. Was I really dreaming? It all felt so real.


All that matters is that you are now awake. Tell me, what did you see?


Thorn told Glaedr everything about the armored dragon, the recent battle between the elves and dragons, including two dragons that managed to survive the crisis with one egg. Glaedr knodded his head knowing Thorn was telling the truth. I see. That is all you have noticed? asked Glaedr. Aye, master. replied Thorn realizing his saddle was untouched and no scratch on his cheek. Let us return. The ceremony that will remove the spell between you and you're Rider is about to convene. Glaedr informed Thorn as he spread his wings and took to the skies followed by Thorn. Before Thorn flew any further, he hovered and took one last look at the Stone of Broken Egg and wondered if he has any connections with it.


Was I dreaming? he thought as he ceased his hovering and followed Glaedr back to the Crags of Tel'Naeir.



Wow! What do you think of that? You like the fighting style eh? I'll post another chapter soon.

Keep going please.I'm loveing it.

This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. The spell on Thorn and Murtagh will finally sway away. I'm sure some of you are wondering if there is a possibility in freeing them without killing someone. Three words guys: Anything is possible. Don't believe me? Well, read this next chapter and find out for yourself;



Chapter 19: The Agaeti Malthinae Varden




Meanwhile, back at Murtagh and Thorn's quarters, Murtagh was writing down his verses about his past. He sat patiently in the study room on the second floor in the study room dipping the quill in a bottle of ink and resumed writing on a pale sheet of paper. He was writing about the scar on his back, the notorious Morzan, the people who saved him, his kidnapping, the hatching of Thorn Crimsonwing and so on. Thorn arrived shortly after Murtagh finished writing his final phrases. The red dragon lifted his head through the crevice of the spiral steps and saw Murtagh tie his papers in a velvet ribbon. After tying the last knot, Murtagh glanced over at Thorn only to see his head visible, Thorn. Welcome back. he said greeting him. Thorn eyed the rolled up paper, What were you doing just now? Thorn asked curiously. Oh this? Murtagh said holding the scroll so Thorn could see, This is a description I wrote about my past history. Thorn exclaimed wondrously, I never thought! Murtagh made his way down the stairs as Thorn continued, ...Since when did you learn how to write? Murtagh began to backtrack his mind. He remembers the same event with his uncaring father and then, his mind ceased to the people that saved him.


Thorn? Do you remember me telling you about my father?


Yes. Morzan right? He delivered the scar on your back.


Aye. Murtagh said unsheathing Zar'roc. This sword has tasted the blood of many individuals. Urgals and people even dragons. Murtagh sheathed his sword back and leaned against the wall and let himself slide downward with a look of guilt and terror upon his face. I feel as if everytime I use this blade, he said, I'm becoming Morzan from before. Thorn, at that point, understood Morzan was a terrible man. Unlike Morzan, he knew that Murtagh is different from Morzan and Galbatorix. Thorn saw so much good quality in Murtagh, which is the real reason why he chose him as his well-profounded Rider. Thorn tried to comfort Murtagh by talking to him and lowering his head so Murtagh can face him. Murtagh, listen to me! Thorn said in a gentle tone as Murtagh looked into Thorn's sparkling ruby eyes.


You and your father are different from each other. Surely, I've never met him before, but that does not mean that you are meant to be him. You are who you choose to be.


I know, but do you have any knowledge of your future or past?


Not yet. I won't give up though. Just like you shouldn't. I may be younger than Saphira, but I'm just as wise as her.


Murtagh chuckled, signifying to Thorn that he is better from his remorse. Murtagh gently stroked Thorn's nose with his palm and said, You still have not given up on me. Thorn replied in a smug tone, Never. The red dragon allowed Murtagh to wrap his arms around his neck in order to support him to stand. Murtagh realesed Thorn and found himself on his feet and then began to walk straight to the closet to change. Thorn? Murtagh said pulling out a clean tunic and new pair of boots, Do you remember your true name? Thorn pondered for a moment and remembered it when Galbatorix casted the spell on him, Yes, Brisingr Orum. Do you remember yours? Murtagh finished gathering his new clothes and replied while walking in the bathing room to change, Wyrdfell abr andlat. Thorn waited for a moment next to his bowl shaped bed for Murtagh to reappear. He heard the door knob click and the door opened with Murtagh dressed in similar clothing Eragon usually wears during his training with Oromis.


I guess this should suit me well during the ceremony tonight.


When night fell over Ellesmera, Murtagh and Thorn had their quarters and made their way to the ground. A moment later, they spotted three figures approaching them from the darkness. It turns out they were Eragon, Saphira and Arya. Arya stepped forward and kindly inclined her head in front of Murtagh and Thorn. She was wearing a red kirtle that she once wore before the presence of Murtagh and Thorn in Ellesmera. "Kvetha Fricai.", she said as Thorn closely examined her. He realized that Arya was the same woman that helped him rest back at Surda. Arya glanced up at Thorn and said, "And to you too." Eragon, who wore another tunic similar to Murtagh's, proceeded to inform Murtagh and Thorn that the Agaeti Malthinae Varden will not be ready until most of the adult elves are present under the Menoa Tree and could take time. Even Izlandi, the queen of Ellesmera, will need time to prepare for the ceremony as well. Arya spoke once more to Murtagh, "Eragon and myself thought you might appreciate an opportunity to visit Tialdari Hall and the adjacent gardens, while Saphira can accompany Thorn on her artworks. That is if the two of you aren't very tired." Murtagh eyed Thorn happily and said, "I'd be delighted." Thorn and Saphira stood behind and watched their Riders and Arya walk to the west until they were no longer visible. Saphira turned her head to Thorn, who was still looking in the same direction and said with very much enthusiasm, Follow me Thorn! I'll show what I've made.


Saphira guided Thorn through, what it felt like, an endless trail of trees until they arrived in the middle of the bare greensward where Saphira presented her sculpture. Very few elves who came to marvel it's sheer beauty, bowed at Saphira's presence. When they saw Thorn, everyone froze wondering if he is a friend or foe. Don't worry. said Saphira, He has come to assist us. The elves realized that the red dragon, known as Thorn Crimsonwing, is the dragon of Murtagh that betrayed Galbatorix. The elves settled as Thorn spoke into their minds, Have no fear. I will not harm you. Thorn settled himself next to Saphira and saw a bright red light above their heads. The sculpture glowed bright cherry red, while small flames flickered in the dark hollows and recesses throughout the edges of stone slab. Isn't it beautiful? she asked hoping to gain Thorn's approval. Thorn met Saphira's twinkling sapphire eye and said, Of course, it's marvelous. Only... Saphira felt that Thorn did not approve, What's wrong? Does it no appeal to you very much? Thorn replied in a gentle and comforting tone, It's not like that. I just think it could use a little more touch. Wait here.


Saphira and the elves watched as Thorn walked toward the sculpture and raised himself to stand on his hind legs with is front paws against the wall. Thorn drew a circular diagram in the middle of the sculpture so it could fill almost every empty space. He drew the circular diagram in the shape of a gedwey ignasia that every Rider would have on the palm of their hands. After Thorn finished drawing the shining palm, he plucked out one of his small ruby scales from his wrist and placed it into the center tip of the diagram. Finally, Thorn let himself down and sat next to Saphira's side. What did you just do? Saphira asked curiously. Thorn looked at her with a hint of amusement and replied, Watch! Both Thorn, Saphira and the elves kept their eyes on the sculpture waiting for something to happen. Before long, something did happen. A river of bright red light flowed from Thorn's scale though the gedwey ignasia. Like water, the light filled the sharp edges of the diagram and every inch until it reached the bottom end. Afterwards, the diagram shined bright red as the scale in the center resulting in the sculpture becoming more accomplished. The few elves exclaimed with wonder and clapped their hands and cheered, "Well wrought, Crimsonwing!"


Saphira was just as surprised to see that Thorn has some knowledge of art. Thorn! That is very well done. I'm impressed. said Saphira. Thorn replied in approval, Thanks! Saphira knew that there is still time for the ceremony to begin. She thought she could talk to Thorn more as the elves prepare for the Agaeti Malthinae Varden. Saphira spoke in a sweet tone, Thorn? I was wondering if we could talk alone while the elves prepare for freedom? If it does not hurt much to ask. Thorn replied contentedly, Of course. There is still more to this place I would like to know. Saphira fanned her wings and took to the skies followed by the young ruby dragon.


Saphira guided Thorn to a mountain side so the Menoa Tree and most of Ellesmera was in view. She settled herself at the edge of the mossy plummit with her front talons gripped on the edge. Thorn settled himself near her until they were both a friendly chain. From the view, Thorn and Saphira could see the lanterns of the Menoa Tree sparkle like Fire Flies in the night. Thorn very much liked the view from where he and Saphira relaxed on the mountain top. What a marvelous sight, is it not? Saphira asked. Thorn replied satisfyingly, It is. I've come to admire this place. It's so peaceful. Saphira was now pleased of Thorn's approval of Ellesmera. Even so, she still wanted to know more about him. Before she could think any further, Thorn said, Saphira? She turned her focus on Thorn, Hm? What is it? Thorn tried not to be very coincidental with his question, but he proceeded ask her, I know that we may have had our differences in the past. However, I was wondering about what Eragon said about bearing a scar on his back no more. Has he ever had scar very similar to the Murtagh's back? The question brought back memories of the past to Saphira before she ever met Thorn. She remembered the same individual who maimed her Rider once long ago in Tronjeim during Eragon's battle with Durza.


Yes. Long ago, before I met you, a fierce battle took place in Farthen Dur. My Rider drew swords with his adversary named Durza.


Durza? Was he supposed to be a Shade?


Of course. How did you know?


Murtagh told me everything. From Gilead, to the Beor Mountains, and then to Tronjeim.


Oh, that's right! During Eragon's battle with Durza, he suffered a fatal blow to his back by Durza's sword. I was able to save him by destroying the Ishidar Mithriam as a distraction for Eragon to stab him through his heart. I nearly lost Eragon that night, but we emerged victorius.


Thorn could picture it all in his mind. Every single detail and Saphira's care for Eragon. He only wishes that he could have been with Murtagh much earlier. I understand. I'm sorry I asked. Thorn said apologizingly. Don't apologize!, said Saphira, I'm glad that we could have this conversation together. As much as Saphira wanted Thorn to talk with her more, the lanterns of the Menoa Tree burned brighter signaling all volunteers to join and attend the ceremony. Saphira looked overhead with bright enthusiasm, Thorn look! Thorn looked in the same direction and saw the lanterns brighten even more. Come Thorn! The time to set you and Murtagh free is about to commence. Saphira said diving down from the edge. Thorn followed her with his mind filled with excitement and relief that he and Murtagh are about to be freed from Galbatorix's bind.


Upon arriving at the base of the Menoa Tree, Thorn could see that the elves, who wore white robes similar to what Oromis wears, have gathered in a crescent shaped formation in front of the tree. Thorn could see Murtagh surrounded by a ring of carved poles with lanterns mounted atop. Go over there and join Murtagh. I'll be right here. Saphira said joining Eragon at the tip of the formation. Thorn did as he was told as he fitted his way through the lanterns on his haunches next to Murtagh.


Are you excited? asked Murtagh.


More than you know. replied Thorn.


Oromis and Glaedr could be seen at the opposite tip of the formation from Eragon and Saphira. Arya could be seen in the middle of the formation. From within the midst of the elves, Izlandi appeared and with great dignity, she stood upon the gnarled shelf overlooking her people.


"My people of Ellesmera, we gather here at this very night, to undertake a ritual that has never come to past. Thus, the time to convene the Bind Warder Ceremony has now shown itself. It is only proper that our new hope, not just in the form of Eragon and Saphira, but in the form of Murtagh and Thorn, that should be here at this very moment. Murtagh, son of Morzan, now a Rider who has faith to us all. Thorn, dragon of Murtagh and Saphira's savior, a light that will never dim and shine forever. Both have undergone a terrible fate and fell into the hands of Galbatorix. Enslaved, tortured and forced to fight against their own will. Their true names have become pried by the kings dark magic. Used as weapons of war and idols of destruction who beg for new beginning. But as they stand before us at this very moment, it is our must to erase their true names and reaffirm a brand new true name for the both them. Let our hearts become whole and our magic combine only then will these brave individuals free from their unfair predicament."


After Izlandi's speech, every elf kneeled on both knees. Especially Eragon and Oromis, while Saphira and Glaedr who rested on their haunches next to their Riders. Izlandi turned around to face Murtagh and Thorn, her swan feathered cape brushing against the air. "Remember...", said Izlandi, "combine your magic with ours to strengthen your freedom. I assure you that you will not be harmed in the process." Afterwards, she walked off the gnarled shelf and joined her people, kneeling on her knees in the front middle of the formation with Arya joining her. "Let the ritual begin by repeating my words." Izlandi said informing a signal. She cupped her hands, intertwining her fingers together and closed her eyes as an act of praying. Eragon, Arya, Oromis and every elf volunteer duplicated Izlandi's actions. Saphira and Glaedr only slightly declined their heads and closed their eyes with their wings spread outward. Izlandi proceed with the final phase of the ritual, "Letta un yawe abr rauthr fra Murtagh un Thorn. Un atra mor'ranr un ilian thelduin theirra hjarta. (Stop the bond of misfortune from Murtagh and Thorn. And let peace and happiness rule their hearts.)" Everyone, except for Murtagh and Thorn, chanted the same words in unison until the entire forest echoed.


After a moment of silence, everyone released shining balls of random colored magic from their interwined hands. Thorn and Murtagh stood their ground as the floating orbs slowly descended into their position and when came in contact with the ground, they erupted into bright pillars of light. Everyone tried to keep their magic steady as more orbs emerged from their bodies, carefully not to hurt Murtagh and Thorn. Eragon, Oromis, Arya, Saphira, Izlandi, Glaedr and the elves were becoming exhausted as ounce from every ounce of their magic slowly depleted. Finally, the last orb was released and brightened into one more pillar of light as Murtagh and Thorn were no longer in sight of the blinding light. Everyone waited a moment after they opened their eyes and gazed upon the light until it seemed to dim down.


Just when all was calm, Murtagh and Thorn have emerged from the cage of light. Eragon and Arya rushed to support Murtagh to make sure if the ritual worked. "Murtagh?", said Eragon, "How do you feel?" Murtagh slowly raised his head and eyed Eragon and Arya with a joyous smile and teary eyes and said in panting breaths of laughter, "I've...never felt...so better." Eragon glanced at each other happily and remained with Murtagh. "Welcome back, Murtagh.", said Arya. Murtagh turned to face Thorn who seemed to have changed as everyone marveled at him. Not only was Thorn free like Murtagh, but he was much more glorious and pleasing to the eye. He was no longer blood red, but more cherry red and his scales sparkled like never before. Thorn took a moment to examine his new red form as well as the freedom that he had always wanted. Izlandi walked towards Murtagh, who still remained knelt to his knees, and smiled comfortingly as she looked down upon him. "Murtagh, son of Morzan, not only do you and Thorn deserve your freedom, but by my reckoning I believe you have earned a commendation for your actions." She gently laid a hand on Murtagh's head and continued, "As is your bravery and courage to rescue your brother and his dragon and for slaying many Raz'zac of Helgind. I hereby pronounce you as, Murtagh Raz'zacslayer." Murtagh replied trying to recover his bearings while the breathing the air of freedom, "Upon my word as a Rider, I will fight to protect those who are close to me."


After a long tender reunion, all of the elves returned to their homes. Thorn, Saphira, Eragon, Murtagh and Arya remained behind. Awkwardly, Murtagh could feel no bout on his back or any place of his body where he was tortured by Galbatorix. He tried to stand, but he felt woozy of the spell removal. Eragon and Arya supported Murtagh one arm around each other's neck. "Wait!", protested Murtagh as he entered Thorn's mind, Thorn? Do you see any trace of a scar on my back? Thorn looked carefully and saw no sign of the scar on Murtagh's back. No Murtagh. Your body, including mine, has healed during the ritual. It came to Murtaghs mind that the scar on his back is gone. He was so happy that he no longer has any trace of his and Eragon's uncaring father. Together Eragon, Murtagh and Arya left the Menoa Tree to recover their strengths for the next morning leaving Thorn and Saphira behind. Saphira watched as Thorn examined himself clearly other than feeling the joy of being free from Galbatorix's spell. Thorn? she said, How do you feel?


This feels so good. I've never thought freedom would make me feel more alive. But somehow...


What? Is it something else?


I feel...stronger that I had felt back at Uru'baen.


...It must be a side-effect of the ritual. Anyhow, Glaedr wants to see you at the lake immediately.


Huh!? But it's late and I'm tired. What does he want from now.


I don't know. He told me to tell that he has one more important lesson tonight.


Thorn wondered why Glaedr would want to summon him back at the lake in the middle of the night. He had a feeling that it could be urgent and that should debate Glaedr's orders. Thorn sighed, Alright, I'll go see him. Thorn walked past Saphira as she quickly examined his much brighter form until she stopped him by calling out his name, Thorn. He stopped and turned his head to face her smiling at him, Welcome to the Varden. said Saphira. Thorn smiled back and knodded his head without replying. Saphira fanned her wings ready to take to the skies, but she ceased. She turned her to view Thorn once more who was walking the trail towards the lake until she could no longer see him. Hurry back Thorn! I'll be waiting. she said as she took to the skies and flew to her quarters to rest with her Rider.


After going not too far, Thorn began to feel something in his head that he once felt before. He stopped until the feeling tensed and worsen. Oh no! Not again! he whimpered realizing that it was the same feeling that he felt in both Surda and the Hadarac Desert. Thorn felt that he was stumble, he did when heard something unexpectadly. You fool! Do you really believe you could get rid of me that easily? Thorn fell to his side trying to withstand the intense pain, Why won't you leave me alone? The cold voice in Thorn's mind replied, Do you not understand? You are your ancestors-- Before the strange voice could finish, Thorn saw Glaedr arrive to him first. He looked at the down ruby dragon with concern, Thorn? What is happening? Thorn tried to speak, but the pain was too much for him to withstand. Instead, the cold voice spoke for him mockingly, Ah! We meet again at last.


What are you doing to Thorn?


Taking pleasure in manipulating this hatchling's mind to do my bidding. Then, I could use his body to burn this entire forest until it burns black and the grounds are filled with ash.


Glaedr growled recognizing the voice of the invader, That voice! I remember you. You really believe that you could overpower me, the one who taught you how to fight? What a fool. The voice in Thorn's mind laughed torturing even more, Then I guess I'll start with you. Old buzzard. Glaedr grew impatient of the invaders presence, How dare you invade the minds of my students. he said as he supported the agonizing Thorn to his paws, Thorn, look into my eyes! The young red dragon and did as he was told. Thorn stared in Glaedr's fiery eyes as he heard him say, Return to the dark void from whence you came. After that, the voice in Thorn's mind let out a searing cry and Thorn fell back to the ground panting from the intense pain. Glaedr? Thorn said trying to recover his bearings, What was that?

I dare not tell you. Now enough talk, let us be off.


Master? Why are speaking to me that way?


There is no time for questions. Now follow me!


Before Glaedr could spread his wings, Thorn rushed in front of him to block the gold dragon's path. Glaedr. said Thorn, You're talking to me as if this is the last night that we would speak to each other. What is going to happen. Please, tell me! Glaedr's face became empty, Thorn knew that something is about to happen, but only Glaedr knows. I am dying, Thorn. The red dragon could not believe what he just heard. Dying!? But how? Thorn said shockingly.


Long before you and I first met, Galbatorix casted a seal upon my Rider. He is unable to use strong levels of magic and therefore will kill soon. This also affects my life too. I fear that tomorrow may be the last time I can see the sun rise.


I understand now but, why did you summon me all the way out here?


Please understand Thorn, that you are a dragon of no boundary. Ever since you were just an egg, you have become blessed with many qualities that no other dragon could comprehend. I want to help you master these qualities, for when the time comes, you will be ready.


Thorn never thought that something like this would happen. Even so, he decided to comply to Glaedr's request, Alright. What must I do? Glaedr fanned his wings out again ushering Thorn to fly with him to the lake they once visited. Thorn spreads out wings and follows Glaedr wondering what he meant by a power that no could comprehend. Or worse, what if me could never learn to control. Upon arriving back at the lake, Glaedr teaches Thorn that only his emotions could awaken the power that rests within him. Thorn tried to think of many things that happened to him in the past, but no matter how hard he tries he could not prevail. I can't do it master. It's no use. Glaedr tilted his head to the side to encourage him not to quit.


You must not give up that easily.


What do you suggest that I do?


Think of the person you hold so dear to you. Or at least anyone else. And think of what might happen to that person if he or she were hurt by someone you mostly dislike.


After that, Thorn thought on the people he cared for so much. Murtagh, Glaedr, Oromis, Nasuada, even Saphira. Alright. I have it now. Thorn said readying himself. He stood in his ambush position with his tight shut. His mind focused only on the people he cared for deep in his heart. Glaedr watched as Thorn began to hum with a bright shining silver like mist emanating from his body. He felt the power rising in Thorn's body rising to an incredibly high level that turns out to be much higher than his. A moment later, Thorn opened his eyes that changed from ruby red to gold almost like Glaedr's eyes. His teeth clenched until he felt the peak of his magic rise to it's limit. Thorn cocked his head quickly with his wings spread and screamed out loud as if he were gaining much more potential. The result caused a shockwave from Thorn's body which sent almost every tree around him and Glaedr to lean and large wall of water splashing against the lake. The blow was so intense it nearly sent Glaedr off his paws while shutting his eyes, but he held his ground withstanding the force. Glaedr's eyes reopened widely, What tremendous power! he said shockingly, but excited. The bright mist receeded from Thorn's body as his eyes returned back to normal. Thorn dropped his as he faced nothing but the ground grasping for air. Did I...did I do it? Thorn said as he started to lose his his focus. He was starting to feel weary and could hardly stand. At that moment, Thorn lost conciousness yet again and fell over.


Glaedr walked over to the unconcious red dragon and smiled proundly, Well, what do you know? Too tired to even argue. Glaedr carefully hoisted Thorn onto his back and took to the skies. This time, Glaedr flew to the Crags of Tel'naeir instead of Thorn's quarters since he could not fit into the tree house. Be strong Thorn. said Glaedr, Our ancestors, including Alagaesia, are depending you. Upon arriving, Glaedr gently landed carefully not to drop the unconcious Thorn on his back. He crawled to the edge of the forest and gently laid Thorn down next to a tree as Glaedr curled up across from him beneath the outstretched boughs. Glaedr took one last look at Thorn who was resting underneath the tree Glaedr set him under. And then, like an father animal watching over it's cub, Glaedr fell asleep next to another tree where he laid curled up. And together, they rested for the night and the Agaeti Malthinae Varden has ended.



Whew! What do you think of that. Pretty well thought out huh? Murtagh Raz'zacslayer, I like the sound of that. I will revael Murtagh and Thorn's true names later on in the story.

More more more!Please?

Okay guys I'm back and ready for the next chapter. Aren't you glad that Murtagh and Thorn are free? That's a relief. However, you guys better brace yourselves because something terrible is going to happen. Not just the death of Oromis and Glaedr, but something very bad. This chapter was a little difficult for me to write, sorry it took so long. Here it comes;


Chapter 20: Scars



When Thorn awoke, trying to coordinate his vision, he found himself in another location. The land he was in turns out to be a grassy field covered in a minorly thick fog. What is this place? he thought. Thorn stood to his paws and viewed his surroundings. All that could be seen was nothing but the grassy field, the fog and gray skies. Thorn opened his mind to detect another presence and felt someone or something pass through the cloudy sky. He glanced up into the sky and saw two dragon-like silohuettes darting through the clouds. Wait! he shouted into their minds. The two dragons did not respond, it felt to Thorn that they could not see, hear or detect his presence. Without hesition, he took to the skies and followed the pair not to far behind. As Thorn flew behind the pair, he noticed a sparkling stone that appeared to be an egg in one of the figure's grasp. It was hard for him to tell what color it could be due to the thick clouds.


After a few moments of flight, the two dragons landed next to a river stream while Thorn hid himself in the thick tall grass fearing that the two dragons may attack for attempting to steal their baby. Thorn kept his head poked out of the tall grass and heard one of the dragons, that was huddled against the other, speak into the mind of the slightly larger dragon, Why? Why must we do this to our child? said the dragon as if it were in tears. It came to Thorn's mind that the dragon who just spoke is a female and the other dragon is a male. Thorn now understands that the two dragons are most definitely mates. The male dragon, holding the egg, replied to his mate, My love, if we keep him much longer, I fear the Forsworn will find our precious child and use him to destroy everything. The dragoness began to sob with her scaley cheeks drenched in tears. Even just by hearing and watching the sad story between the two dragons, Thorn was now filled with just as much pity and sorrow the two mates were engulfed into. I know that it's best for our baby..., said the dragoness, but still...I wish I could see our child huddled under my wing and see the love in his adorable eyes.


As do I, but he has recieved our blessing and he will soon rise a savior to us all.


I understand but, may I hold him just one last time?


Thorn watched silently as the male dragon handed the egg over to his mate. The dragoness held the tiny egg and adored it as any loving and caring mother would to her baby. I hope you find someone who is worthy of becoming your Rider. she sniffled and then nuzzled it tenderly wishing that she could see her baby hatch before her and the father dragon. The male dragon moved in closer to his mate, It's time to let our son go. The female dragon agreed to release the egg into the river but, she could not force her talons to release their baby as she held it over the calm and gentle streams. It turns out she does not want to leave her poor child behind. Even Thorn could feel her sorrowful emotions. Tears were flowing from her ducts as she withdrew the egg in her warm embrace. I can't...I can't do it. I don't want to let him to go. she cried. The male dragon kindly nuzzled the neck of his mate and said tenderly, Permit me to do so. It was hard for the dragoness to lend the egg to the father, but she did so anyway for the better reason. The father dragon padded towards the edge of the river and held the egg over the clear stream as he looked at it as if it contained a dragon that will soon become one beyond any other.


May you rise from the ashes as the one who will bring balance to our race. And the evil fear you as a bane of courage. declared the father dragon.


Farewell, my beloved hatchling. sniffled the mother dragon.


Afterwards, the father dragon lowered his paw into the stream and the egg slowly drifted away onto the surface of the river. Thorn watched the egg bopping against the surface like a fishing lure as it made it's long journey down the stream to be long forgotten. He then turned his interests back to the two dragons who were mourning for the loss of their child. The young ruby dragon thought for a moment until something sparked into his mind. While Thorn saw the dragoness wrap her neck around her mate's neck in sorrow, something strange and unusual had shown itself in his mind. Thorn's eyes widened with surprise as he slightly gasped, Wait! Could they be my...?!


Thorn opened his eyes and found himself back in the deep forest of Ellesmera. What?! Another dream? he thought. The sun was fully up and shining brightly which made the young ruby dragon move a paw in front of his eyes blocking the blinding rays. He straddled himself to his belly to keep his eyes away from the sun. So you're awake? said a familiar voice. Thorn looked next to him to see Murtagh crouched next to a tree. Morning Murtagh. replied Thorn. And to you too, Thorn. responded Murtagh. The red dragon looked about and realized Murtagh was not alone. He saw Eragon, Saphira, Arya, Oromis and Glaedr on the other side. Before Thorn could say anything, Glaedr blocked him off and said, We wanted to make sure if your condition is recovered like Murtagh's condition. It would pain us if the ceremony had any negative effect on your cellular structure. To Thorn's surprise, Glaedr was still alive, You're...still alive? he asked as if he were looking at a ghost.


Fortunately yes. Although, I'm not sure how much time I have left. Tell me, do you feel any different?


Not exactly. But for some reason, I feel much stronger than before.


That is something that you have always carried from the day you were born. Though it would seem that the Bind Warder celebration has strengthened your physical prowess. The technique that I've taught you last night could give the us a chance to overthrow Galbatorix.


So...have I successfully mastered it completely?


Not yet. Keep learning to wield that power and soon you will learn the truth of why it was given to you.


Thorn knew that even after so much training with his new master, there is still much more for him to learn. No matter how anyone felt about him, Saphira has grown very accustomed to Thorn's new red form. He seemed much brighter than before and more cherry red than blood red. The scales sparkled much brighter and more gleamingly now that Thorn is in the sun. Apart from that, Saphira saw a strange red liquid leaking from one of Thorn's nostrils. It came to Saphira's mind that she could see Thorn bleeding in front of everyone. Thorn..., she said as she got Thorn's attention, ...there is blood leaking from your left nostril! Thorn drew a paw toward his muzzle and checked to find out that she was right. He found his own blood smeered across the palm of his paw. He felt nor pain and dizziness, but how could something like that happen so oddly, he thought. Have no fear!, said Glaedr, ...It's only a side-effect. This happens after your powers subsides from your body. Thorn felt relieved that he was in no real danger, but he felt uncomfortable of the fact of bleeding in front everyone. Arya kindly took a fresh cloth and cleaned Thorn's muzzle while the red dragon cleaned his blood smeered paw with his tongue. Before anything else happened, Arya glanced at the cloth and could see a change in Thorn's blood. For some reason, it sparkled like golden glitter had been mixed within the red substance all over the cloth. "Murtagh, come look at this!", she said surprisingly.


Both Murtagh and Eragon walked toward either side of Arya and beheld Thorn's glimmering blood on the cloth in Arya's hand. "What could this mean?", asked Eragon to his brother. Murtagh only shrugged. Even Arya had no idea. After Thorn finished cleaning his paw, he and Saphira came close to examine the blood soaked cloth. Neither Thorn or Saphira had any idea of the aspect. The only thing left was Oromis and Glaedr. Eragon moved in and asked, "Do you know what this means?" Glaedr's mind emerged with everyone elses minds, That is a sign to let the world know that he has received the blessing of our anscestors and many wild dragons. When the blood of a certain dragon shines like Thorn's blood, that signifies that he is a descendant of the heavens who will one day lead our race to a new era of prosperity. Thorn was very surprised to hear that for the first time, never thought of being a descendant of the heavens or becoming birthed with the blood of many wild dragons. Everyone turned their sights to Thorn in amazement, rendering him embarrassed of everyone staring at him. Why is everyone staring at me?, he asked uncomfortably, I had no idea that I could be this special.


Incredible!, thought Murtagh, Who would have thought that my dragon is destined to change the world.


Even Eragon, Arya and Saphira were just as surprised as Murtagh was. In order for the staring contest to end, Oromis and Glaedr had to tell everyone to leave so then their deaths could not be disturbed. Everyone, except Oromis and Glaedr, have begun to leave the forest until Glaedr touched Thorn's mind, Young one. If it pleases you, I would like to have one more conversation. The young red dragon seperated himself from the group and asked, What's wrong, master? Glaedr thought about his last words for what was going to happen to him in a matter of minutes. He could not tell Thorn of what was coming and decides to change the subject, Thorn, what is it that you know about your parents? Thorn's eyes widened with shock and confusion, Huh!? Where did that come from all of a sudden?, he asked wondering if Glaedr and his Rider were hiding something from him.


I'm just asking you if you have any real memories of the dragons who had birthed you?


...I don't really know much. All I do know is that they may have cared for me.


Aye, that they did. Thorn, I want you remember everything that I have taught you and your Rider. Do not forget of what I taught you about Prince Atticus and the wild dragons. And remember to keep your friends safe at all costs.


Thorn was utterly confused of Glaedr's protection to him and everyone else. Oromis took no chances and mounted Glaedr. "Go on young dragon.", said Oromis, "Be in peace." After that, Glaedr and Oromis parted their ways from Thorn and watched them disappear deeper. As Thorn began to walk the opposite direction toward the group, just after taking a few steps forward closer, he froze. He felt an unwanted feeling flowing inside his mind as he felt another presence in the forest. It felt so familiar and yet, he felt as if he knows this presence. Thorn stood their alone in the middle of the forest for at least half a minute and decides to run back towards Oromis and Glaedr fearing for the worst. Instead of flying, Thorn rushed through the forest as fast as he could while passing through twigs and branches. Glaedr, what's going on? Where are you?, he thought. A moment later, he heard a brawling commotion in the clearing. It sounded like swords clashing and two dragons dueling.


Upon arriving in the clearing, Thorn spotted Oromis fighting a strange man in black armor and Glaedr fighting a large dark black dragon. Thorn could not imagine of what he could be seeing. He felt a cold pit form in his stomach knowing that the unfriendly visitors are nothing more than Galbatorix and Shruikan. The two large dragons clashed against each other in mid-air while Oromis and Galbatorix dueled with their swords Naegling and Adlant as sparks flew from their blades. A moment later, Shruikan struck down Glaedr to the ground. Amazingly, he landed on both of his paws. Master Glaedr!, cried Thorn as he rushed over to support him. Thorn!? Stay back!, protested Glaedr. Thorn obeyed and stopped, he took a few steps back until Shruikan's orange gaze met Thorn. He chuckled menacingly with an eager fury, I've finally found you, defective. he said labeling Thorn. A moment later, Naegling and Adlant were being shoved against each other making grinding noises until Galbatorix makes a quick stroke with Adlant, forcing Oromis a few feet away from him until he was down on one knee. Eragon, Arya, Saphira and Murtagh arrived at the scene merely seconds ago. Thorn..., Saphira asked, What is..., before she could say anything else, her eyes widened in shock as she gasped skockingly at the sight of the frightening coal black dragon.


Galbatorix found Murtagh standing next to Thorn, "There you are, son of Morzan. My traitorous tool.", he said with an evil sneer. "Murtagh?", Eragon asked, "Who is that?" Murtagh tried to not to enter Eragon's mind, so then Galbatorix could hear every secret, "That's...Galbatorix!", he replied. Oromis has finally recovered himself and stood up to his feet with Naegling still in his grasp. Galbatorix reached into his satchel and pulled out a certain type of bean, "Here, take this.", he said as he tossed the bean toward Oromis' feet. Oromis looked down and examined the bean and then asked Galbatorix, "What are you plotting?" Galbatorix patiently reasoned with him,"I've been waiting for this for a long time. I would prefer that you would be at full strength so then this fight would be more meaningful. You see, I'm offering you a favor. If you eat that bean, the spell will be broken and you will be free from death.", he explained. Oromis took one last long look at the bean and then he crushed it under one of his boots. Galbatorix raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What is the meaning of this!?", he asked frustratingly. Oromis brought his sights back to Galbatorix's gaze with his silvery hair flowing in the wind. "You've never understood the concept of being a true Rider. I don't need magic to defeat you. As long as there is a fire that burns within my heart, I could overcome any obstacle. Even if I were to die by your hands, I shall accept death with open arms. My dragon will honorably beside me and live on forever. The only thing I need...is Naegling.", declared Oromis as he pointed his sword to his evil Rider with the golden blade shining in the sun. Glaedr and Shruikan could be heard arguing as well.


Why do you trust that inferior being. Do you not see old friend, he is nothing, his life is meaningless. Why trust a hatchling who had sworn his allegiance with me? asked Shruikan.


...Because, I see the good quality in him. Thorn's offense was against no one. Using one as a tool of war is nothing but the act of a heartless wretch who desires nothing but power. You cause people to despise him for your doing. You label him as an inferior defective. What I believe is that the Crimsonwing will change the world for our race forever. Shruikan...you are the inferior. replied Glaedr as he stood straight on both legs.


Everyone was turned on by Oromis and Glaedr's change of heart. Thorn had felt so much confidence in him, he felt that it was his destiny to leave Uru'baen and find a new life for his own needs. Galbatorix laughed out loud with his head thrown backwards. "Well then...", said Galbatorix with a dark grin, "let's see if your prediction is correct." Galbatorix charged after Oromis with Adlant ready for the kill, but Oromis withdrew Naegling and clashed swords with him once more. Glaedr and Shruikan took to the skies once more in a final battle. The fight between the Riders and the Dragons has now become much more fierce. The brutality of the two elderly dragons biting, clawing and burning each other above the forest. Naegling and Adlant being swung around in an inhuman speed as bright spraks filled the air. Thorn and Saphira kept their eyes on the battle above while Eragon, Murtagh and Arya kept watch on Oromis dueling Galbatorix. It was a long and tiresome battle.


Suddenly, there was a roar of pain that shook the sky. Thorn and Saphira could only hope that Glaedr was not the one who has become wounded. Unfortunately, Glaedr fell to the ground motionless. The impact shook the ground so much, it nearly sent Thorn and Saphira off their paws. Oromis shoved Galbatorix but, he took his focus off of him and turned to his severely injured dragon, "Glaedr!", he whispered. Galbatorix saw an opening, knowing that Oromis is keeping his guard down, and charged for the kill. Oromis turned his focus on Galbatorix, but it was too late. Eragon, Murtagh and Arya was in shock seeing the blade of Galbatorix's Adlant protruding through the back of Oromis and a hand on his shoulder. "Is that...all there is?", said Galbatorix in Oromis' ear, "...No challenge...no...resistance?" Galbatorix shoved Oromis away withdrawing Adlant from his body and causing him to drop Naegling to his feet. "Oromis!", Eragon and Murtagh said in unison as Oromis fell directly into their arms until they were both to the ground. Shruikan landed a few feet away from Glaedr, laughing in own mind, All too easy to the very end. Saphira desperately rushed to see if their is any life left in Glaedr but Thorn protested, Saphira, wait! No matter the case, she paid no attention to him and rushed to Glaedr's side. She saw multiple puncture wounds all over his neck signifying that Shruikan had buried his teeth deep into his scales.


Miraculously, Glaedr is still alive and still breathing. Saphira nuzzled him with care, but Shruikan was displeased. You're still breathing!? Then let me put you out of your misery. growled Shruikan. The large black dragon walked to Saphira and Glaedr preparring to deliver the final blow. Saphira was filled with grief and sorrow and she could not fight. Shruikan raised a paw high in the air ready to finish Glaedr, but his paw stopped as Thorn darted in between Shruikan and Glaedr. Thorn stood in his battle position and kept his fiery eyes on Shruikan, I will kill you if you touch them! he said warning Shruikan. This made Shruikan angrier and more furious, Heroic posturing!? Don't you see what happens? No matter where you go, no matter who comes close to you, misfortune will follow you for the rest of your days. Thorn could hear Glaedr breathing heavily as he kept his eyes on Shruikan. On the other side, Oromis was having the same problem as Glaedr.


Arya kept Oromis' head relaxed in her lap, just as Oromis kept a hand on his wound to slow the bleeding, while Eragon and Murtagh kept their guard up on Galbatorix. The black Rider glanced down at Naegling which Oromis dropped after the battle and picked it up, "You're Naegling shall make a fine addition to my collection.", he said as he turns his sights to Murtagh. "Now son of Morzan...", Galbatorix said raising his left hand exposing his mark, "obey me!" Galbatorix attempted to take control of Murtagh's mind just like before, but he failed as Murtagh gave a smug and courageous smile. Galbatorix's eyes widened with surprise, knowing full well that Murtagh's true name has beem changed, "You had better try a new trick, my king!", Murtagh said unsheathing Zar'roc and pointing it at Galbatorix, "Because that one is beginning to bore me." Galbatorix figured out that Thorn's true name had changed as well, but he thought of a devious idea, "If you and your dragon won't return the egg to me and return to my keep, I shall burn this entire forest and all of it's inhabitants to the ground." Eragon was stunned but smug, "How would you possibly do that!?" Galbatorix raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. It signaled Shruikan to ram a tree down until it's are completely detached to the ground. One fell down, which shook the ground underneath everyone. "It's your choice Murtagh.", said Galbatorix, "The more you refuse, more inhabitants shall perish." Murtagh had so many things flowing through mind, he could not think of what to say. The black Rider snapped his fingers again and Shruikan knocked down another tree.


"Stop!", shouted Murtagh. Shruikan ceased the attack and Murtagh reached into his satchel and pulled out the emerald egg. Galbatorix grinned with excitement as the massive black dragon settled next to him. Murtagh tossed the egg into Galbatorix's hands and said pleadingly, "You can have the egg, but leave everyone else alone."


"Agreed. That is if you will join us again?"


"What!? I will never..."


"If you refuse, then I shall have my dragon tear your dragon apart."


Murtagh could not imagine Thorn dying just now. He knew that Thorn has a destiny and he wants him to fulfill it in whatever he can. Murtagh sheathed his sword and took one last look at Eragon with watery eyes, "Eragon...tell everyone...that...I've tried." Eragon could not believe of what he was hearing, he realized that Murtagh is returning back to Uru'baen with Galbatorix and Shruikan. Murtagh wiped the tears from his eyes and mounted Shruikan after Galbatorix. Thorn could not believe that his own Rider has mounted Shruikan and prepared to return to the place he hated so much.


Murtagh!? What are you doing!?


Trust me Thorn. I know what I'm doing.


I'm coming with you.


No, stay here with everyone else.


What!? But Murtagh...


They won't kill me. And I've left the real egg in your satchel. Do it for me Thorn.


...Alright. I'll stay behind and keep everyone safe. And Murtagh, I promise will save you from Galbatorix.


Thank you, Thorn.


Shruikan turned his head to give Thorn one last warning, I suggest you mind your back, little red hatchling. Because the next time we meet, your...my...prey. Thorn growled bravely as Shruikan took to the skies carrying his beloved Rider with Galbatorix. It was until the black dragon left the forest, tthat Oromis began to stand up with the support of Eragon and Arya. Thorn turned around to check on Glaedr with Saphira's head on his neck. As Thorn examined Glaedr's wounds, he wondered why Saphira was so close to him. It came to Thorn's mind that Saphira was in love with Glaedr and desired him to be her mate, but she has refused knowing that Glaedr was too old and that she was meant for someone else. Master Glaedr? Are you alright? asked Thorn. ...For the moment it would seem. replied Glaedr. With very little strength left, Oromis walked toward Glaedr and stroked his neck gently, "We...must...go to...the Stone of Broken Egg.", he said to let everyone know of his request. "Eragon.", said Arya, "I should stay behind, so then I could tell everyone of what happened today." Eragon nodded in agreement as Arya walked back into the deep forest of the elves.


An hour later, after Thorn, Saphira and Eragon guided Oromis and Glaedr to the Stone of Broken Egg, Thorn sat on his haunches at the mossy edge of the monolith in shame. He felt that what just happened earlier was his fault and that he should have remained in Uru'baen. More importantly, he feels weak and inferior without Murtagh around. Thorn thought that perhaps Shruikan was right, that misfortune will follow him for the rest of his days. A moment later, Saphira and Eragon emerged from one of the caves in the walls. "Thorn.", Eragon said as Thorn turned his head to face him, "Oromis is unconcious but Glaedr is still awake and requests for one last conversation with you." The young red dragon echoed into his mind and nodded in agreement, ...Alright. I'll talk with him. Before doing so, Thorn felt so much sorrow and grief in Saphira, that when her eyes met his, she took her sights off of Thorn as he felt a slight bit of anger in her. The young ruby dragon entered the cave without delay and found Glaedr curled to the wall with Oromis resting under his wing. He padded closer until the gold dragon could see him in his death chamber.


Ah! ...Thorn Crimsonwing. I'm sorry about your Rider. The reason I never wanted you involved in this is because you hold something far greater than any life form. I apologize for keeping secrets from you.


Glaedr, there is nothing for you to apologize for. ...I feel that this event happened because of me. I feel that I'm the cause of this war. More importantly, I feel that Saphira dislikes me because of what had befallen over you and Oromis. I should never have left Uru'baen, for you would still be unharmed by now.


You must not doubt yourself, young one. You are not the one at fault. Galbatorix used you and Murtagh as weapons of war. I've wanted to die anyway. So did my Rider. Our time in this world has now come to an end.


You wanted this to happen!? But then...


Don't worry about me any more, young one. I have nothing more to teach you from now on. However, before my time is up, there is something I want you to have.


Glaedr stretched out his good leg and placed a large coin-like object before Thorn. It was big enough to fit the entire center of his paw. The young red dragon took it into his paw and examined it closely. It was made of pure smooth obsidian stone. What is this? asked Thorn. Glaedr replied, That is a magic compass. It was crafted by elven magicians to point into the direction of the answers the holder seeks. Thorn smiled contendedly and placed the compass into his satchel, Thank you. he said expressing his gratitude. Glaedr smiled back but then he began to breathe heavily. Glaedr knew that his time was coming and pleads his last words to Thorn.


Young one. I want you to take care of Saphira and make sure that Galbatorix and Shruiken never claims her. I also want you to remember that if you ever find Prince Atticus, all you seek will be revealed. And remember one more thing, that I will watch over you and your friends forever from above. Follow your dreams and the door to destiny shall open. Never give up, always endure and you will find peace. Thorn Crimsonwing, you are the world's only hope to bring our race to a new golden era of prosperity. Farewell, brave dragon.


And with that, Glaedr drew his last breath and gently laid his head to the ground with his eyes wide open. Thorn fought back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. It was hard for him to imagine that Shruikan would be so cold-hearted to kill an honorable dragon before him. As of now he could not take the sight of seeing death in Glaedr's lifeless eyes. It was too frightening for him. Thorn does Glaedr an honorable favor and shuts his eyelids himself with a talon and said, Stydja unin mor'ranr, Glaedr Ebrithil. (Rest in peace, Master Glaedr.) Thorn glanced over at the puncture holes and carefully traced his front and middle talon of his right paw against Glaedr's bloody neck. He withdrew his talons and carefully Glaedr's blood against his cheek as a promise that his death will never be in vain.


I'll make sure you're the next one to go, Shruikan. promised Thorn.


Wow, that sure is an awful way to die isn't it? The next chapter will be a little more easier than this one. Please don't hate me Murtagh lovers, I promise Murtagh will not die in my story. I promise.

Hey, thanks a lot. lol. You might wanna grab a tissue box because the next chap will have you cry a river of tears.

i just finished reading it, awsome! any chance were gonna see more in the near future?

Yes, there will be. And I'm just about done with the next chapter.

Hey guys, I'm back. Look, about that last chapter, I'm sorry about Murtagh. Don't worry, Thorn will eventually save him. Oh by the way, you might wanna grab a tissue box or something because this scene will have you cry a river of tears. This is another romance chapter, but it's also a very sad one. Here it comes;



Chapter 21: Just Let me Die




Meanwhile, back outside of the Stone of Broken Egg, just after the death of Glaedr and Oromis, Thorn immediately walked directly straight into the light where he could only see Eragon. Thorn could hear him intertwining his hands around his mouth screaming Saphira's name over and over in a loud and desperately worried manner. Saphira was nowhere to be seen. The young ruby dragon curiously rushed next to Eragon, What's wrong, Shadeslayer? Where is Saphira? he asked. Eragon glanced into Thorn's sparkling ruby eyes, "I'm not sure. She left without saying a word.", he said in a worried tone. Thorn feared that something terrible is bound to happen to her. Stay calm! Tell me what happened before she left. he asked. Eragon cooled himself down and said from the start during Thorn's final conversation with Glaedr of Saphira's disappearance.


"While you were inside talking with Glaedr, I sensed Saphira's emotions. I tried to comfort her by saying something when I saw tears running down her face, but she fanned her wings and left in a great hurry. I'm worried about her. It seems her mind is blocked, so I don't even know where she had flown to."


The young ruby dragon listened very well and thought carefully of what Eragon had informed him. He thought harder until all the pieces came together as one. What he felt earlier in Saphira was her feelings for Glaedr that still linger in her mind. Thorn believed that she may have flown away to run from her fate. Or worse. Thorn believed that she may plan to kill herself to be with Glaedr in the afterlife and extinguish the race of the dragons forever. Saphira, what are you thinking? he thought. Eragon looked blankly at him, "Thorn...?", he uttered sensing something unpeculiar in his mind. Thorn looked down at Eragon with a calm depression in his eyes, I think I know why she left. he said as Eragon opened his mind enough to draw in as much information as possible. I fear that it's because of Glaedr's death. I searched in her mind and realized that she desired Glaedr as her mate. It was until the battle was over, I knew of this. Who knows, Saphira is probably planning to kill herself to be with Glaedr again.


Eragon was very surprised that Thorn figured out that Saphira wanted Glaedr to mate with her. On the other hand, he was worried about losing her after all the things they had been through. "I don't believe it...", said Eragon in a depressed and worried tone, "How can she even think of doing something like that!? I have to find her before she hurts herself." Eragon knew that he and Thorn were on top of the monolith and the only way down to the ground, is to ride a dragon. "Thorn.", he said, "Take me to the ground, so then I could call Folkvir and locate her." Thorn knew how important Saphira was to Eragon, but he also believed that the death of Oromis and Glaedr but also the kidnapping of Murtagh was his fault. Eragon could probably persuade Saphira to come back, but Thorn feels that it's his responsibility to talk with her. I shall guide you to the ground, but let me do the searching for you. Thorn said in Eragon's mind. This confused Eragon, "Why you...?", he asked.


...It's practically my fault that Glaedr and Oromis are dead. I feel that she dislikes me so much that I should never have saved her back at Helgrind.


"But you're not the problem. Galbatorix wants Saphira to breed a new race for his own needs."


True, but he wants me too.


"Why does he need you and Murtagh?"


For that, I do not know. Someday I hope to find the answer to that. Now get on my back.


Thorn lowered himself to his belly so Eragon can climb onto his back. Eragon only walked just a few inches close to Thorn until he felt unsure if Thorn will keep his word. "Thorn.", he said expecting the truth out of him, "Can I really trust you for finding Saphira by yourself for me?" The young red dragon nodded his head and brightened a trusting smile, You'll soon learn to trust me, Shadeslayer. And for that, Eragon borded Thorn and together, they landed at the base of the monolith. After they landed, Eragon disembarked from Thorn's back Thorn unfolded his wings before he heard Eragon say, "Thorn. Please come back with her." Thorn replied, I will Shadeslayer. You have my word. Eragon watched as the young ruby dragon took to the skies and vanish in the beyond in search for Saphira.


After a long period of time, Thorn flew over the canyons where Glaedr once tested his flying skills. His eyes were scanning the ground for any signs of life. Thorn flew for at least a half hour, he felt that Saphira was far away from Ellesmera. Thorn was suddenly feeling tired and felt the need to land next to a waterfall that he was now hovering over until something caught his eye. He spotted a sparkling blue figure perched at the edge of the falls as if ready to drop itself. He knew it was Saphira and that she still holds the same feelings for Glaedr. As Thorn landed next to the stream that leads to the watery plummit, without Saphira noticing him, he could feel the sadness in her as she slowly leaned upon the edge of the cliff. Thorn felt that his explanation with Eragon was correct. He felt the same thoughts and emotions that are now dwelling in her mind and she plans to kill herself to be with Glaedr again. Not only would Eragon become dragonless, but the entire race of the dragons will be diminished forever.


Saphira was just about to drop herself until she heard Thorn echo desperately into her mind, Don't do it! This surprised her and nearly sent her tumbling down the edge until she got a good grip from where she was standing. Saphira turned her head around and noticed Thorn standing behind her. Stay back! she said to warn Thorn that she wants to be alone. Thorn knew that it won't be easy to bring Saphira back to Eragon, but he insisted on trying to keep his promise.


Come now, Saphira. Thorn said as he stretched forth a foreleg, Just lend me you're paw.


No! Don't come any closer or I'll jump and be lost in the void forever! said Saphira.


Thorn knew that if Saphira falls, she would not survive. Before he even landed, he noticed that the casm below, where the water drops from the stream, is deep and full of large, sharp and jagged rocks. Even a dragon Glaedr's size would not survive such a plummit. Especially, when one is impaled by the rocks below the water for they would suffer a slow and painful death no matter their size. It would be fatal to see Saphira punctured by many tooth like rocks below. No you won't. remarked Thorn as Saphira was growing impatiant.


What makes you think I won't?


Because I'm involved now. I've also made a promise to Eragon that I would find you and bring you back.


Stay out of this! This does not concern you!


Thorn tried his best not to say anything offensive so, he plans to reason with her in a more civilized way, Why do you plan to kill yourself? he asked.


That is none of your business.


Is it because Shruikan killed Glaedr?


Saphira was growing even more impatiant as she turned her head to face Thorn with fire burning in her eyes, It's because you saved me from that Lethrblaka back at Helgrind. I wish I would have died at that moment so then I could be with Glaedr in the afterlife. And you...! she said with a blinding rage as she came eye to eye with Thorn with his neck cocked straight absorbing Saphira's burning anger, This is your fault! If you had never would come to Ellesmera, Glaedr would still be alive I hate you...you Eggbreaker! And for that, Thorn felt that his heart had been stabbed by a thousand daggers and his body was going cold by hearing Saphira yell at him. Fly away Thorn, I never want to see you again! Saphira said scornfully as she turned her back on Thorn to embrace her death again.


Thorn felt that it was now hopeless for him to persuade Saphira to stop thinking about Glaedr's death. He slowly began to walk away until something had come to mind. He remembered Glaedr telling him to never give up even in the darkest times. Thorn decides to try again by walking back toward Saphira, Saphira, I know how- he tried to finish until Saphira interrupted him, Are you still here? I told you to go away.


Saphira, please, you have to hear me out. Just let me have five, no, two minutes of your time, please. Thorn said desperately hoping that Saphira would allow him to speak to her. She sighs disgustedly, ...Make it quick. she said softly but angrily granting Thorn permission to speak with her more. The only thing came to mind was his childhood past and the intense pain that he endured during his stay Uru'baen. ...I know how it feels...when wanted to be dead. said Thorn. Saphira was not even sure of what Thorn had experienced in early life, though no matter the cost, she won't listen to him.


Oh really!? Then how do you know of what feels like?


Well because...because I used to wish for the same thing.


Suddenly, Saphira's feelings turned from hate to concern, What!? she spoke with her saddened emotions showing itself through her tone. It's true. replied Thorn, ...I used to wish myself too...many times over. All of Saphira's hatred had left her and now she feels nothing but concern, pity and sorrow. You...you wished yourself dead too!? But Why!? she asked knowing that Thorn was not lying to her. If you're willing to listen, then I'll tell you as much as I know before you and I met. Saphira nodded, signifying to Thorn she is willing to listen as she opened her mind enough to take in any information.


It all happened around eight months ago. During the time I still lied dormant inside my egg, people were lining up next to Galbatorixs' chamber to become Riders. Many people were chosen to touch my egg, but I refused to accept any of them. Then later, I felt the presence of Murtagh nearing me. I knew that when delved into his mind, he had such a tragic and hectic past. I heard Galbatorix scold him for running away and not accepting his offer of becoming one of his best leaders. By the time he was forced to touch one of the eggs, he touched mine. I shook inside my egg as I felt all the troubles and predicaments that he has been through. Not only that, but I sensed all the good quality in his heart. Afterwards, Galbatorix ordered some of the guards to punish Murtagh for turning his back on him. Soon, the punishment was over and he had been confined into his cell, including me. The guards took hold of my egg and tossed into the cell, but Murtagh caught me before I landed.


Saphira could tell that Thorn was being truthfully honest and wants him to continue, So, you mean to tell me that you hatched in Uru'baen?


Thorn shook his head, I did not hatch in Uru'baen, I hatched in the arms of my Rider. A moment later, I freed myself from my egg and felt myself against Murtagh's lap. I opened my eyes and I saw him smiling down at me with his cheeks drenched in tears. His left hand moved in as if to stroke me, but as soon he touched my forehead, I gifted him with the gedwey ignasia. After the process was complete, he looked down at me and said, "It looks like I won't be very lonesome anymore." I was happy to have chosen him, the perfect Rider for me. Even so, I knew that he was in so much pain because I could see the places on his back where he had been flogged as he laid barechested against the wall. When he stroked my neck, he felt the spikes were as sharp as thorns. Murtagh laughed when he pricked a finger against one of my spikes. And then, he named me "Thorn", because the spikes on my back are as sharp as thorns. And on the very same night, he and I became one.


Saphira was growing even more interested with Thorn's past, Go on. What happened next?


Thorn did not want to tell her every detail, but he only tells her of what he had experiened, A few days later, things were not going very well for me and Murtagh. It was still not time for me to train with him but, we thought of many ways of how we could escape before something bad happens. Yet, everytime we try to escape from Galbatorixs' clutches, we end up getting caught. And for that, Galbatorix ordered the guards to place us in different cells away from each other. I was scared of what might happen next and I never wanted to be away from Murtagh. Before I was placed in different cell away from my Rider, I was sentenced to be punished for attempting to escape from the walls of Uru'baen. The guards took me to a torture chamber filled with many fatal instruments. They chained me to a barrel and I saw one of the guards pulled a shining object out of a shelf from the wall. I knew that it was a knife when I first laid my eyes on it. Even as a hatchling, I knew what a knife was for. I was terrified. I struggled to free myself from the chains, but they were too tight for me to break loose. And then it happened, the one holding the knife grabbed my wings and slowly begun carving the membranes from me.


Saphira's eyes widened with shock. She could not imagine how it felt to a defenseless little hatchling, And no one would help you!?


Thorn looked to the ground with discomfort, Everyone laughed as I cried out in pain. After both of my membranes were cut from my wings, the guards have gone too far. One of them grabbed me by the horn, while the one holding the knife held it against my neck, as if they wanted kill me. I braced myself for what was about to happen next, until I heard someone slam the door open and shout, "That's enough!" My punishment was not over yet, though. The guard that stopped the others was young and seemed very kind. He unchained and hoisted me off the barrel and into his arms. I felt that my death was near, but he took me to an empty cell and gently placed me on the stone cold floor. Before I fully regained conciousness, I heard him say, "I'm sorry that this has been placed upon you." And for that, he walked away and locked me inside. I found myself trapped inside. I was scared and I felt like a mouse in a cage with nowhere else to go. And for three days and three nights, I stayed locked in my cell without any food or water. And I stayed that way until Galbatorix ordered his magic healers to grow back membranes.


Saphira felt even more grief for Thorn, she felt that she could cry. However, she heard enough about his childhood, but she wanted to know the truth to what he was thinking when they first met, Thorn. About what happened between us at Surda. Did you fight because of how people treated you or were ordered to do so because Galbatorix told you to? Thorn turned his back on her, but he did it just to avoid her eyes, ...I only fought back because I wanted die.


You what!?


When I arrived in Surda, I remembered my orders were to capture you and your Rider. However, I felt something different. As I flew over the battle grounds, I could hear the cries of people screaming in agony. After I noticed Murtagh killing that dwarf on the ground, I felt the emotions around everyone else. That's when I saw you, I felt your emotions and I knew you wanted to kill me for what Murtagh had done. After Murtagh spared you, we left back to Uru'baen to report our failure. Afterwards, we've undergone even more painful torturement. The both of us were locked in a cell together. I've decided that I've had enough and I could not take anymore. But my brave Rider told me to just hold on for a little while longer. Although, I may have regretted what happened, but I was proud to have Murtagh with me.


This made Saphira even more concerned about their first meeting. She wondered if this is what Thorn felt, then why did he fight back against her? Thorn, if you never meant what happened, then why did you fight back? she asked as Thorn brought his sights back to Saphira. I fought back because I wanted you to despise me enough that you would want to kill me. Saphira was shocked to hear Thorn say such a thing. She felt that she could not hide the truth from him of why she wanted die anymore as she looked at nothing but the ground, Thorn, it's true. I wanted to die because I once desired Glaedr to be my mate. He was the only male dragon I've ever known other than you. I did not want to tell you because, I was afraid that you would laugh at me. Thorn smiled as he cocked is side, What's there for me to laugh at? asked Thorn as Saphira looked blankly at him.


You're not going to laugh at me!?


Thorn shook his head, Of course not. There's nothing for me to laugh at. Anyway, you know that it's not right to kill yourself to be with someone again. Saphira knew Thorn had a point. She knew that even if she did so, it would only make matters worse. I guess you're right..., she answered forlornly, ...but still...Glaedr is... Thorn had to think of something to help Saphira to stop dwelling on the fact that Glaedr is dead. He thought if he'd tell her to keep her mind on people alive, she would come back to Ellesmera. Saphira, let me ask you something. Was there anyone else, other than Glaedr, that you hold so dear to you? This took Saphira off guard, but she was able to name the only people came to mind, I guess Eragon, Arya, Nasuada and everyone else. After that, Thorn asked Saphira a question that no one in her life asked her, ...Okay. Well, could you look at them in the eye and tell them that you wanted to die? Saphira's eyes widened with surprise and shock, Of course not! That's why I wanted to be alone! Thorn thought of an even better solution, Then come this way.


A moment later, Thorn guided Saphira to the more calmer side of the waterfall. The young ruby dragon walked to the edge of the water and settled himself there. Thorn pointed a talon to the river, Look down there. And tell me what you see. he said as Saphira slowly walked her way to the edge. She looked into the water and all she could see was her reflection. This confused her, she did not know what Thorn was expecting from her. What am I supposed to do? she asked. Without hesitation Thorn replied back to her, All you have to do...is to look into the eyes of that sad dragoness...and say to her "I want to die." Saphira studied her reflection closely. From what she could tell, she could see the sad and misery in her. Saphira even wandered if it would hurt on the inside if she even said those things to herself. ...I...I...I want...to... It was impossible for her to finish. She felt a tear fall from her eye and into the river as she began to sob. You see? I couldn't do it either. said Thorn. Saphira sniffled and then turned her sights to Thorn, What are you trying to tell me? she asked desperately.


All I'm saying is that if you kill yourself here and now, Glaedr would be ashamed of you. Not only would Glaedr be disappointed in you, but think of how Eragon would feel.


Eragon...? Oh no! How can I even face him after all this?


Just go to Eragon and talk to him.


What!? But how can I...what if he--


Don't worry, I'm sure he'll understand. He may not be happy, but he'll still love you. And Saphira, just because Glaedr may be dead, that does not mean that he'll leave you. Glaedr will always be with you, and that is a promise. And if Shruikan ever shows up, I'll show him what happens when he toys with a friend. And one more thing, I don't expect you to forgive me for what happened between us.


Thorn noticed a smile brightening on Saphira's face signifying that he has succeeded in saving Saphira from despair. Once again, Thorn stretched forth a foreleg for Saphira to grab hold of, Let's go Saphira. Eragon's worried about you. Saphira hesitated, she was still unsure if she could trust him even after what happened, It's alright. Thorn said trying to comfort her or at least himself. Suddenly, Saphira takes that chance. She slowly lifted a paw and gently placed it into Thorn's paw as he gently clutched hold of Saphira's paw. So many things were waving through her mind, she felt so happy. Thorn noticed a tear on Saphira's cheek as he very gently used a talon from his free paw to brush it off of her. The gentle touch reminded Saphira of when she first met Glaedr when he sniffed her, Come on. Let's go back to Ellesmera. said Thorn. Just like that, Thorn and Saphira fanned out their wings and took to the skies while holding each other's paws.


Meanwhile, back in Ellesmera, Thorn was hiding behind a tree watching Saphira talk with Eragon about her disappearance. He kept his mind blocked so then, he would not disturb them. Before long, he saw Saphira close her eyes with her face pointed to the ground in shame. Thorn feared for the worst until suddenly, he saw Eragon smile and gently stroked Saphira's snout with his hand, rendering Saphira happy. Good job, Saphira. Thorn said happily.


Upon arriving back at the Crags of Tel'Naeir, Thorn stood at the edge of the cliff in wonder if what Murtagh did before Glaedr's death cause was for a good cause. The sky was turning from orange to violet and was nearly night time. He stood their alone and no one else to speak to. He heard a familiar voice speak out to him sweetly, Thorn. The young red dragon turned his head and saw Saphira smiling at him. Thorn replied happily, Saphira, hi. Did you talk with Eragon?


Of course. All that mattered was that I returned to him.


Great work, Saphira.


...Listen. About what I said back there--


Look. It's alright. We can all take the time to set things right for the both of us.


Yes, but Thorn, there is something I have tell you. We may not have known each other for quite a long time, and I know that you never had to do any this. But above all that, thanks for coming after me.


Both of the dragons eyed each other for a moment, until Saphira saw Eragon on the other side of the cliff. There's my Rider. Good night Thorn. she said as she padded her way to support Eragon onto her back. Thorn could have said the same thing back to her, but he was under to much pressure now that Murtagh was captured. Eragon hoisted himself onto Saphira's back, Are you alright, Saphira? he asked to make sure if she was feeling any better. I'm fine, little one. she replied forlornly. Saphira unfanned her wings ready to fly to her quarters with Eragon, but something came up. She stopped and then her mind turned to Thorn. She looked back and saw Thorn alone, perched on the edge. At that moment, she knew that she had selfish and cruel to him ever since the day he left Uru'baen. Saphira had forgotten that Thorn had never been forgiven in his whole life. Now that Murtagh is gone, he is truly alone. Saphira felt Eragon entering her mind, Saphira? Is something wrong? he asked. Saphira looked at Eragon, Little one. Could you excuse me for a moment? Eragon did not say a word, but he knew that Saphira was thinking about Thorn at the moment. He climbed off Saphira's saddle and watched as she walked back to Thorn. She stood next to Thorn smiled, Thorn. she said sweetly. The young red dragon did not say a word, but he brought his sights to see Saphira standing next. Then, Saphira said something to Thorn that he will never forget, I forgive you. At that moment, all hope had returned to Thorn. Thank you, Saphira. And for that, Saphira supported Eragon onto her back and they both flew to their quarters to rest for the night while Thorn stayed behind watching them.


A while later, Thorn flew back to the quarters where he and Murtagh once rested. He landed onto the balcony and then fitted himself through the portal. It was quiet and cold inside. Although the tree house conntained a fireplace, Thorn does not know how to use it. He immediately snuggled himself onto the warm sheets of his bed realizing that something is missing as he curled himself into a ball. He then turned his eyes to the empty bed that Murtagh once slept in. It came to mind that Murtagh was missing in his life. He could not even imagine what Galbatorix and Shruikan could be doing to him by now. He tried not to think about it, but it was hard not to. He could not even sleep with the fact of Murtagh being gone. Thorn's body shivered in the cold breeze fitting through the open spaces. A moment later, he heard the voice of a young boy next to the entrance, "Very cold up here, is it not?" Thorn hoped that it was Murtagh, but it turns out to be Eragon holding a lantern. "Come. You can sleep in my place if you want to.", he said kindly. The young red dragon smiled, although tired, and climbed out of his bed to follow Eragon.


Eragon guided Thorn straight to his quarters where Saphira awaits. Before Thorn took off, Eragon said to him, "Thorn, I can't thank you enough for saving Saphira again. She means a lot to me. I don't know what I would do without her. Maybe we were wrong about you. The Varden would be honored to have you with them." Thorn was delighted of Eragon's offer, I would like nothing more than that, Shadeslayer. Eragon began to walk up the steps while Thorn unfolded his wings and climbed up to the balcony of the tree house. Upon landing there, the detail seemed much larger than the one he slept in. He slowly walked through the portal until just his entire head and neck was through. The round bed in the middle of the room was slightly larger than the other. And next to it was Saphira. The door that lead to the stairs outside opened with Eragon walking inside. "Well, good night you two. And Thorn, thanks.", he said as climbed into his downy sheets to rest. Well, at least it's somewhat warmer in here. said Thorn. Saphira replied back to him as if somewhat embarrassed, True, but you see. There is only slight problem. Thorn cocked his head to the side blankly, What might that be? he asked. The sapphire dragoness looked at the bed that was next to them, There is only one bed in here that is big enough to hold two dragons. she said as she turned her back on Thorn to hide her embarrassment, Does this mean that we will have to sleep in the same bed together?


Thorn was very shocked knowing that Saphira was right. There is only one bed in there to hold the two of them. He felt shy and embarrassed at the same time, Uh!? ...N-no it's...it's alright. he stammered, I'll...just...sleep on the carpet next to you. Although, he felt uncomfortable about the logic, he darted next to side of Saphira's bed. Good night. he said as he tried to fall asleep fast. This made Saphira chuckle, Thorn. I never meant for it to be that way. Oh well. she said as she rolled her eyes humorously. Saphira quitly padded her way to her bed, but she stopped. She realized that even though Thorn is sleeping on a warm carpet, there is nothing to keep him warm through the night. Instead of climbing into her bed, Saphira took one of the sheets using her teeth and then walked around her bed until she stood next to Thorn who has fallen asleep. She carefully draped it over Thorn's ruby scaled hide so it could cover most of his body. Good night Thorn. she wispered softly as she quietly snuggled into her bed. Together, Thorn, Saphira and Eragon slept like that through the night. And tomorrow will be a better day for the both of them.



Wow! Isn't that amazing? Who would have thought Thorn could so wise, yet so young? Who would even blame him of being scared back at Uru'baen? I mean, he was just a hatchling. Heck, anybody would be scared. I would too. Especially, when you have to deal with Shruikan. I'll try to bring up the next chapter as fast as I can. Sorry about the misspelling errors. Nobody is perfect.

great chapter!

I just thought giving him more character and making him the protagonist would be cool, since we don't see him very often.

Nice story...the only problem I have is the change of tense but even that is small compared to how well you've thought through this! Keep it up I bet you'll sell alot if you make a book!

XD I know you have more chapters hiding back there.......
I really should read 1-4 chapters. It was silly starting from 5, though that was the one I first landed on....
Awesome work, keep it up.