Before today, I was only working on
Riders Before the Pact, but I am currently at a writer's block. I have been trying to overcome this block, but so far I haven't.
On the other hand, I have found a way to become creative. I've begun writing another fan-fic. This one, however, is an Eragon AU fan-fiction. If you have a FF.net account, please review there and here. If you only have an account here, posting here would be fine.
Here is the fan-fiction. I've titled it "Tales of a Dragonkeeper"
Chapter 1: Oridia
There were many elves at the sparring ground that day. However, that wasn't unusual. The elves usually liked to keep their form in peak condition, and Oridia was no exception. She was currently sparring with one of the more skillful warriors training that day. His name was Feredon.
Oridia was a relatively young elf compared to her opponent. She was only nineteen years of age. Her hair was of midnight, like most elves, but unlike other elves, there was a streak of silver hair running from the tip of her head to the base of her hair at her shoulders. The band seemed to split her hair into two even halves. No one knew why she had that streak of silver, but she personally liked it. Other than the silver streak, her features were quite normal for an elf. Her eyes were a deep blue.
One of the things Oridia had great pride for was her natural skill with the sword. When she first picked up a sword at the age of five, she was able to keep on par with her father for a full five minutes before she got bored. After that, she began practicing the art of swordplay with her father. After only one year, she was able to best her father with her sword in only one hand.
Now, however, she was facing a much tougher challenge. Feredon, unlike Oridia's father, was well-trained in swordsmanship. He was usually relaxed and rarely practiced at the sparring ground, but when he heard about Oridia being there that day, he couldn't help but challenge her.
The clash of swords at the sparring ground began to lower in volume. The fight between the naturally talented Oridia and the skillful Feredon distracted most of the other elves on the field. The two swordsmen were evenly matched. What Oridia lacked in strength she made up in speed, while Feredon was the reverse.
The fight seemed to last for an hour. Both were constantly trying to strike their opponent while repelling their opponent's attacks simultaneously. Eventually, though, Feredon began gaining advantage over Oridia. With a complicated movement, he knocked her sword out of her hand. “You fought well, Oridia. Your skill with the blade is amazing for one so young as you.” Feredon said as he handed Oridia her sword.
“One tries her best. That was a fine duel, Feredon-vodhr. I look forward to sparring with you in the future.” Oridia replied, accepting her sword from Feredon.
“You are almost twenty, right?” Feredon asked.
“I am. Why do you ask?' Oridia replied.
“Are you planning on being tested?”
“Yes, I am. In fact, I turn twenty tomorrow.”
“Good. You would be a great addition to the Dragon Rider's ranks, Oridia. If you are accepted, that is.” Feredon said.
“Thank you, Feredon-vodhr. Now, if you will excuse me, I must return home.” Oridia said as she began heading home from the sparring ground.
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Oridia woke up the next day with excitement in her heart.
Today is the day. I finally shall be tested. With that thought, she got out of bed and dressed. She wore a green tunic and some red breeches. She donned her woolen boots and exited her room. As she left, she noticed that there was a green dragon in the streets.
I believe that there is a Dragon Rider in Ellesmera. As she left, she saw the elf on the dragon's back. The Dragon Rider was wearing normal clothes, just like the rest of the elves. Apparently, however, the clothes were made of a much finer material because the rider seemed to be extremely comfortable in the clothes he was wearing. Oridia also noticed the silvery mark on the rider's right palm.
That must be the gedw”y ignasia. She walked past the rider, who was standing in front of Tialdari Hall. This was where the testings were held. She entered the building, and on a table before her was a row of dragon eggs. The colors were many and varied, from white to black and many colors in between. The rider of the green dragon entered Tialdari Hall. They greeted each other as they would any other elf.
“Hello. You must be here for the testing.” He said in a caring voice.
“Y...yes. I am. What do I do?” Oridia said, stuttering a little. She was fairly nervous.
“Just touch each egg. If one of them hatches, then you have found your partner.” He replied.
With that, Oridia began touching each egg in turn. She started with the white egg. As she touched each one, she noticed that the rider was just waiting patiently. Soon, Oridia reached the last egg in the row, which was the black egg.
“What do I do now?” she asked.
“Wait a little while. We'll soon see if any of these eggs will hatch for you.” Oridia nodded, and sat down to wait for any sign of an egg hatching. A few minutes later, the black egg began to rock back and forth. Accompanying the rocking was squeaking. Oridia watched in awe as the egg began to crack. The cracks began to converge on one point. Pieces began to fall off of the egg, until there was an opening large enough for a small kitten to crawl through.
The dragon slowly climbed out of the egg. The dragon was black, just like Oridia's hair, except for the claws, teeth, and spikes, which were bone white. The dragon crawled around, curiously exploring its new surroundings. Oridia decided to reach for the dragon with both hands. She touched the dragon on its sides, and a blast of icy energy shot through both of Oridia's arms. She fell unconcious from the pain. The rider watched in amazement. Never in the history of the Dragon Riders has someone reached for their hatchling with both hands.
“This should be interesting, Gariva. Don't you think?” the rider asked his dragon.
I have to agree with you, Velinor. The dragon responded in a feminine voice.
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Well, what do you think?
One person, who thought my character was a Mary-Sue, decided to post a set of spoilers from
Brisingr. However, I just created the first chapter. The true story of the fan-fic is far away from this chapter's plot. Trust me. I have it planned out. This will involve character deaths, many conflicts, and some plot twists. This will be a very unpredictable fan-fiction.
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