The female helped me up, but I was in so much pain. I fell onto the ground. I was stiff all over. "Hold still." she whispered gently into my ear. She put both her hands on my chest. Then I felt a warm feeling all over. I could see again. And even better...I felt no pain anymore.
I got my first glimpse of Morianna. She looked beautiful. She had gorgeous amber eyes and she had long golden-brown hair that was braided down her back. She was taller than I was, not too much but she was taller than me. I was struck with awe as I looked into her smooth face. She grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I looked around the room and their were nine elders in there. Four were on each side of the eldest...the one that is the king. And in the center of the floor was the man named Guar. He had wild grey hair and snake like eyes.
"Come." she started softly in my ear. "We must go. We are no longer welcomed here." she led me out of the room. The outside was amazing. It had small wigwam like buildings neatly lined up with one another. She led me to where they kept the horses. I recognized two of them as the one I rode, and the one with my luggage.
"Where are we going?" I croaked. My throat was parched from the little water I had that day.
"First we are leaving the village. From there I do not know." she said in the same soft voice.
"I need to head towards Mrae Fortifur." I told her nervously.
"Mrae Fortifur?" she asked puzzledly. "Is that one of your village of men?"
"It isn't a village, but it is a beautiful city. I grew up there. This city I speak of opposes the rest of the men. They are nothing like them."
"It sounds good to me. The men treat each other there as equals?" she asked.
"Yes, and more. The king, my uncle has tons of money..." I started out.
"So your rich so what..." she started out a little angry.
"No...actually me, my grandfather, and my uncle are quite low on money." I told her.
"How come?" she asked again puzzled.
"He gives it to the people who need it more than us. That makes the city a better place to live in."
"I would never thought it to be true...men giving money to the less fortunate. You are proof that not all men are evil and chaotic. Oh...how rude of me...my name is Morianna, but if you don't mind, could you call me Mori?"
'Not at all Mori. My name is Seth." I told her.
"How about we talk later. We need to find somewhere to sleep."
We were soon off into the woods. We rode beside each other for quite a bit of time. Mori
occasionally sped ahead to see if their was a place for them to sleep. One of the times she came back frantic. I grew tense just by looking at her face. She was sweating, and her face was beat red.
"We must leave here now." she said in a quivering voice.
"Why?" I asked puzzled.
"Dur Guar." she said simply.
"Dur Guar?" I again asked puzzled.
"Dur Guar is a night wolf. They are very dangerous, and they have some magic, and it isn't good." she said
her voice rose with panic.
"A wolf? We are fleeing from a wolf?" I asked in disbelief.
"A dur guar isn't something you should take lightly. Just one dur guar can take out a whole clan of your men."
"I say let them come." I said with confidence. I unsheathed Drynth ready to fight.
"You don't understand do you?" she asked heatedly. "Dur Guar are the most feared creature in these parts. Not even the bravest of warriors could take on one. What makes you think you could?" I sheathed my sword angrily.
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"We will play it your way for now. But when the time comes, I'm taking charge."
"Very well, for I Morianna daughter of Rhenna shall take no part on trying to fight the beasts. Come now we must ride."
Indeed I was angry with her, for she was ordering me around, but it was for my own protection. I did not know the lands as well as Mori did. So I had to follow her commands. I rode behind her this time keeping as close to her as I dared. I didn't want her to get mad at me, so I decided to play it safe. It wasn't until late in the evening that we found somewhere to rest.
It wasn't too bad of a place to sleep. It was a little wet on the ground, but the trees would block most of the rain if it did. I left Mori to go scouting for fire wood. Their was a good supplies of wood and I brought as much as I could back. Mori had some supplies so she got out the food, and we talked until the fire was warm enough.
Mori had it pretty rough in her village. Woman didn't get to do as much stuff as the men did. The woman did the basic things, like cooking and cleaning, but they never got to leave the village. Even when the woman were younger they could not play with dolls or anything like that. I pitied her life, and I did not bother mention mine. Mine was far more excitement than hers, which made me feel guilty.
"So have you ever really want to leave your village?" I asked her curiously. From what I could tell she wasn't too fond of her village.
"I have always dreamt of leaving my village one day to go to the other places. Elves would come occasionally and tell tales of the outside. They were marvelous indeed. They told tales of how the war hero Javour saved Quar and that he would walk upon us once more. But the village elders didn't approve of such nonsense. They have tried to make us believe that they were fairy tales.
"And one day the elders had enough and banished the elves from ever returning to our village. It made the young-lings angry, they enjoyed the stories as much as me. I even befriended one of the elves. She understood what I was going through. And after that day I never really heard from her. Once in a while a message would be sent secretly to me. It was in elvish, but I figured it out without much trouble.
"She was miserable without me. She was going to go the elf lord and request that they tried to reason with the elders of my village. But the elf lord said that it was their business on what they did, not ours, and that we should not mettle in their affairs. We shall respect their wishes, and you should try and forget about them. It will do you no good." I sat their with sympathy for Mori. She had lost her best friend, like I had lost mine. She had tears slowly coming down her cheek. "Sorry, you must think I am a fool crying like this."
"Not at all Mori. I still think that your wonderful, and I am grateful that you are here with me. And that you saved me from death." I told her.
"I'm sure that you would do the same for me Seth, heir of Javour."
"How did you know I am heir to Javour?" I asked both impressed and shocked.
"Your sword is Megil en Rutha, the sword of Javour, and no one but his heir can wield it. I learned that from the elves as well. Come, we must get something to eat."
It turned out that Mori was a terrific cook. Her stew was perfect, better than any I ever had before. We ate until our stomach was content. After I took out my travelers cloak and handed it to Mori, who was shivering. She accepted it reluctantly. She insisted that she was fine, and that I should have it. But I untruthfully told her that I was fine, and that I wasn't cold.
The next day we set out again, venturing into the woods. I didn't know where we were to go, neither did Mori. We thought it best to head east to Emmar, making our way to Mrae Fortifur. We traveled for a couple of miles, then we decided to rest. The Dur Guar were still following us, and I grew uneasy every time we rested at night. Mori seemed as troubled as me, but she didn't show it. I could tell that she was starting to fret, because one night, It was her watch and I woke up to tell her to get some rest. I couldn't find her. I searched everywhere, and I found her sitting behind a tree, crying.
I brought her back to the campsite, holding her in my arms. I was comforting her the best I could. I was wondering if it was a good idea to have the Dur Guar so close to them.
more later. 🙂
no it isn't. i made this long before that book came out. and if you haven't noticed, i am starting over so people won't think i copyed from that "so good of an author"
i'll tell you a little thing, i've been working on this a year before the book even hit the stores, so how could i steal it from eragon, when it wasn't even made???