Well, I’ve had all week to plan, so you can expect one or quite possibly two comics from me over the weekend. The first one will be here in a moment, and I’ll update it weekly. 🙂 Don’t worry, guys, I won’t be late with these.
There you are. 🙂
I’ve been looking through a lot of different webcomics lately, including one here on wordpress (Bo’s cafe life), and I’m considering starting one of my own. It’ll probably be stickmen talking about random things, since I’m not much of an artist, but I’d be able to do one or two a week. Of course, I’d need ideas, and some kind of organizational skill to actually pull it off, but it’s out there.
Now, back to the story… Wait, there’s an idea. Comic-ise my story? Could I actually do that? I’ll put the effort into it, and I might get back to you in a week or three. Meh.
Well, well. Look’s like Carvahall’s got another rider sprung from it. For now, it’s just slow going, but wait till I get warmed up 🙂
Part 5, for your enjoyment.
Ismira stroked her new friend as her mother and father conferred in the other room. She still felt strange, and a silvery mark had developed on her palm where she had touched the dragon. Tentatively, she shut her eyes and ventured out into the unknown land that lay before here, deep inside her mind. A presense pushed it’s way in, sending emotions of ravenous hunger. Unbidden, one of Uncle Eragon’s tales came to mind, of the first time he had made contact with his dragon. Retreating to her own mind, she opened her eyes and left her dragon where it lay, and went towards the door her parents had shut to conferr behind.
She knocked on the door, and the talking behind it ceased. “Yes, honey?” Katrina asked. Ismira looked at her mother closely. Her eyes were red, and Roran was in the corner, a jug of something in his hand. “I think my dragon is hungry. Do we have anything to feed it with?” Roran set the bottle down on the little table. “Let’s take it over to Horst’s. I bet he has some meat for it.” Ismira nodded, then ran out of the room to get her dragon.
The little purple dragon clambered eagerly onto her shoulders when Ismira extended her arm. She giggled again and headed out to her parents. The nudge of hunger, from the dragon, she assumed, returned, and she chided it softly. “We’re going to get food, friend. Just wait.” Gradually, the nudges slowed and then ceased all together, but Ismira could tell it was still hungry. They arrived at Horst’s home, which doubled as the butcher’s shop and the blacksmith. “Hello, Horst,” Ismira said, showing off her dragon.
Horst smiled at her, then looked to her parents. “The dragon’s hungry, apparently. Just a little meat, till we see how hungry it really is.” Horst nodded and cut down a slab of meat from the rack, slicing it into little pieces. “Here, Ismira. Hold the meat.” Ismira accepted the food from Horst, then looked at the dragon, who was eyeing the meat in Ismira’s hand like it was a feast. Ismira gave him a nudge with her mind, surprising herself and the dragon, and it snapped up a couple pieces of the meat. Chewing contentedly, it continued to eat as Ismira giggled and her parents talked with Horst about a regular feeding schedule.
Characters, names, and locations (except Ismira’s dragon and locations outside Alagaesia) (c) Christopher Paolini
Here comes the fun stuff! Boy, do I have an adventure planned. I can’t wait to get it all out on the “paper” (my computer), but I’ll have to. Now, longer parts will be more common, just for the sake of my own sanity and willingness to get it out to you guys (and girls).
Roran ran his hand through his beard. “Why us? Aren’t there more human establishments you could bring it first?” Katrina stood by his side, holding Ismira’s hand. The man shook his head. “It’s been through every part of Alagaesia except yours. Can we line everyone up to touch it?” Roran sighed, then motioned to the inn behind them. “It’ll take a while. Make yourselves at home.” The men nodded in creepy unision and entered the inn. Roran relaxed his stance a little and hugged his wife and daughter. “I’d better go warn everyone. Go inside, I’ll call you when we’re ready.”
Ismira sat on her mother’s lap, looking up into her eyes. “Mommy, what were those guys here for?” Katrina smiled and combed Ismira’s hair back. “Uncle Eragon wants another Dragon Rider, to help him. Those men have an egg for us to touch and see who it’s going to be.” Ismira’s eyes lit up. “Maybe it’ll be you or daddy!” Katrina laughed. “Not likely. We’re a little old to be starting out as Riders. Still, we’ll be trying.” She smiled at her daughter, who was bouncing around the room, waiting for her father to come and get them. Roran popped his head in a few minutes later and said, “Alright, we’re ready. Let’s go.”
Ismira held her father’s hand as the men held the egg out before each person in the line. She watched as Baldur, Albriech, Horst and the rest of Carvahall and Palancar valley touched the egg for a few seconds, then retreated, disappointed. Eventually, the egg came to Katrina and Roran. Ismira had to stand on tiptoes to see the egg, which was a deep purple in color. She marveled at it for a moment while her parents touched the egg. Then it was her turn. She reached up and touched the egg, marvelling at the color, when it rocked under her hand. The silence from the entire line was noticable as cracks appeared in the shining surface of the stone. Katrina gasped as a tiny purple dragon poked its head out of the egg.
Ismira was fascinated by the dragon. “Mommy, can I pet it?” Katrina nodded, her face pale as the sand. Ismira put her hand to the dragon’s head, and felt an icy pain shoot through her body, paralyzing her. Inside her head, something changed as barriers lifted from her mind. Finally, the pain lifted and a collective breath was released as Ismira continued petting the dragon as if nothing happened. Yawning, it crawled up her arm and curled around her shoulders. Ismira giggled and continued stroking the dragon as it slept. The men collected the shards of the egg, wrapped them up and left without another word.
All characters, names, and places (c) Christopher Paolini
Well, here’s the final “introduction” part. Time to get down to those plot points I spent a half-hour thinking of and 10 minutes writing down. Here we goooo!
Orik stroked his beard, pondering this hard question. “There is no reason not to bring them over, but the eggs left for us have still not hatched. Shouldn’t they hatch, and for whom?” In the mirror, Arya shifted uncomfortably. “I know not. Perhaps… Perhaps we should send both to Palancar Valley, and see if any of Roran Stronghammer’s domain are worthy.” Orik nodded, a frown forming on his face. “We need to talk to Eragon, the two of us, very soon. When do you leave to gather another egg?” Arya stepped out of the mirror’s view for a moment, then returned. “In a month, after we at least hatch one of the eggs.” Orik nodded.
“Perhaps it will not be too late then.”
Nasuada sighed. “Orrin, how many times do I have to say this. I trust Arya and Eragon’s judgement. The dwarves and Urgals had no luck with the two eggs. I agree that sending them to Carvahall, the only place they haven’t been, is a good idea.” Orrin threw his hands up. “I still think it is a bad idea. I’ll follow your judgement, my queen, but I disagree with the decision.”
“I know, Orrin. I know.”
Ismira ran up to Roran. “Look what uncle Eragon sent me!” She held up the shard of purple stone proudly. Roran smiled, proud as only a father could be. “That’s nice, honey. Now, can you go get your mother? There are a few men here to see us.” Ismira nodded, and ran to get her mother.
Characters, names and locations (c) Christopher Paolini.
Well, I’ve had the idea for a long time now, but I haven’t been able to put it down, lacking inspiration and a decent plot. Now, though, I think I’ve got a decent amount planned. Be warned, though. I’m only using his characters, and I’ll have a little (c) Christopher Paolini at the bottom of every one of these. I’m not claiming his characters or worlds, I’m just using them to further the story of the Riders. I’ll post it in small installments of 2 to 4 paragraphs, as often as I can.
Anyway, here goes.
Roran loaded up the wagon. “We had a good harvest this year,” Horst commented. Roran nodded, deep in thought. Ever since the final battle to take Uru’baen, now Illeria, he had moments where he fell to brooding over the men he killed in battle. Horst elbowed him. “Anyone home? I think someone wants to see her father.” Roran looked up to see his daughter running towards him. Ismira threw herself into his arms, and he swung her up and around, laughing. “You know, Horst, sometimes being a father is a pain, but I enjoy the work. Now, Ismira, go tell your mother we’ll be home as soon as we finish getting this last load to the barn. Okay?” Ismira nodded and ran off, and Roran turned back to his work.
Katrina brushed her hair back, bending over the weaving she was repairing. “Mommy!” Ismira ran in, and Katrina sat up to greet her daughter. “Daddy says he’ll be home soon. They’ve got one more load to take to the barn.” Katrina nodded and smiled at Ismira. “Uncle Eragon sent something for you, honey. Can you guess?” Ismira shook her head. “It’s a shard from one of the dragon’s eggs. He knew you liked purple, so here you go.” Katrina held out a small fragment of what looked like a purple jewel, though she knew better. “Thanks, Mommy. And thank you, uncle Eragon.” She jumped around with the little fragment, and then ran off to show her father and the rest of the town, like she always did. Katrina sighed. Sometimes the work was hard, but having little Ismira around made it all worthwhile.
Characters, names and locations (c) Christopher Paolini.