An Urgent Message [Open]
Aug 3, 2012 11:34:19 GMT -5
Post by afroprince on Aug 3, 2012 11:34:19 GMT -5
Landing on the skirmishes of the city, they both noticed the change in cleanliness. Therinsford was home to air filled with oxygen, yet Belatona emanated carbon dioxide. Immediately turned off by the odor, Echleon grabbed his hood and covered his nasal passage with the lower portion of the cloth. His eyes watered as they entered this chaos-ridden territory. Privia snarled, inhaling the carbon dioxide. The dirty air seemed to have little or no effect on the dragon, probably because of her constant use of the compound.
War is such a beautiful thing, little one.
Only when the outcome is long lasting peace amongst the nations.
Their minds acted as one, noticing the city itself. The two exchanged thoughts about its appearance, claiming it took on the appearance of a wasteland, or a fortress ruined by a ravaged beast. The duo kept their distance; they attempted to stay out of sight for as long as possible. Most outsiders, those who were not within the walls of Ellesmera recently, knew naught of their existence. They were a shadow to the world, a shade of gray, a creature’s who’s existence was overlooked, though its importance was of great magnitude.
Together, they channeled their energy, while Privia shielded both her mind and his from outsiders, while Echleon reached out in order to sense the mysterious rider’s presence. Rather than actually releasing his mind from his body, he sent out a faint signal compromised of one word, Eragon. The signal was so insignificant that those who weren’t extremely versatile in magic would never notice it.
Are you sure he’ll notice your call young one?
The boy nodded.
He and the magicians of great rank; if they’re all as knowledgeable as they claim to be.
The boy and his dragon waited patiently.
I just hope it won’t be long. If they’re not here by nightfall, go get yourself some food. I’ll keep wait, and if night falls for a second time, you may keep wait and I will go and gather a few berries. We may be sitting here for awhile.
Normally Echleon didn’t play the messenger, but he knew that the message was urgent. The images echoed in his brain; the noise was constant, disallowing him rest. His mind raced, and the only word’s he could decipher were the name of the recipient and his dragon. He began to say their names repeatedly, lulling himself into a trance, as he kept the signal diluted and weak.
”Eragon, Saphira…Eragon, Saphira…Eragon, Saphira…”[/i][/size]
War is such a beautiful thing, little one.
Only when the outcome is long lasting peace amongst the nations.
Their minds acted as one, noticing the city itself. The two exchanged thoughts about its appearance, claiming it took on the appearance of a wasteland, or a fortress ruined by a ravaged beast. The duo kept their distance; they attempted to stay out of sight for as long as possible. Most outsiders, those who were not within the walls of Ellesmera recently, knew naught of their existence. They were a shadow to the world, a shade of gray, a creature’s who’s existence was overlooked, though its importance was of great magnitude.
Together, they channeled their energy, while Privia shielded both her mind and his from outsiders, while Echleon reached out in order to sense the mysterious rider’s presence. Rather than actually releasing his mind from his body, he sent out a faint signal compromised of one word, Eragon. The signal was so insignificant that those who weren’t extremely versatile in magic would never notice it.
Are you sure he’ll notice your call young one?
The boy nodded.
He and the magicians of great rank; if they’re all as knowledgeable as they claim to be.
The boy and his dragon waited patiently.
I just hope it won’t be long. If they’re not here by nightfall, go get yourself some food. I’ll keep wait, and if night falls for a second time, you may keep wait and I will go and gather a few berries. We may be sitting here for awhile.
Normally Echleon didn’t play the messenger, but he knew that the message was urgent. The images echoed in his brain; the noise was constant, disallowing him rest. His mind raced, and the only word’s he could decipher were the name of the recipient and his dragon. He began to say their names repeatedly, lulling himself into a trance, as he kept the signal diluted and weak.
”Eragon, Saphira…Eragon, Saphira…Eragon, Saphira…”[/i][/size]
