The Name of Names

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Ismira stood in the line of villagers who waited for their turn to touch the eggs. It was smaller than she had guessed it would be, with mainly young people in it. She remembered Birgit's son, of course. He was now around the age of thirty some, she guessed, looking at the other people in the line.

Slowly she got closer to the eggs, as people touched the eggs, nothing happened, and then they left. And finally, it was her turn. The eggs were set upon the fresh green grass, and stood stationary. For a second, Ismira admired their beauty. The blue one was a lighter shade of blue than Saphira, and faint lines of pale blue and white traced over it. The black one held more allurement to her, as it was pitch black, with red veins on it, mixed with dark grey ones.

She extended a hand towards the eggs tentatively, her curiosity burning to see if one would hatch for her. She touched the black egg first, holding it there for a few seconds before lifting. She was about to move on to the blue one, feeling a bit disappointed, when it began to rock on the ground, eventually increasing in speed until it fell over on its side.

The crowd murmured in interest, trying to get a better look at it. Most had never seen a dragon until the recent years, and fewer had seen a dragon egg hatch.

Vanir, the egg carrier smiled as he stepped forward, "I believe it is hatching for you. What is your name?"

"Ismira." She said, returning the smile and reaching down to pick up the egg. It's rocking quieted, and then a dark line appeared, which started to split down the egg.

"You may take the egg home until it hatches, when I would like you to inform me." Vanir continued.

Ismira lifted a delicate chin just a hair to look at Vanir better, "Very well." she said smoothly, turning and walking back to the castle on the hill, where she lived with her parents, Roran and Katrina.

The crowd looked with interest as she left, another crack splitting the egg.

"You may step forward now, and see if the blue egg will hatch." Vanir said to the rest of the crowd, continuing the line forward. Eventually they turned and continued the line, pressing hands against the egg one person at a time in hopes it would hatch for them.

Ismira walked up the hill, grinning as she opened the door, "Mum! Da! The egg is hatching for me!" she called out, hearing her father's heavy footsteps coming, followed by her mother's lighter ones.

"That's wonderful!" Katrina smiled, bringing her daughter into a hug.

"Maybe those blasted magicians will leave you alone now." Roran growled, folding his arms.

The group of magicians that Nasuada had appointed to watch over the magicians in Alagaesia's had indeed been checking on her frequently after they had learned there was another magician in the land.

"I'll have to watch them now." Ismira commented, cradling the egg as it split again. After Katrina released her, Ismira brought the egg over to the kitchen table and setting it down on it as a small piece fell out, clattering onto the table top.

She watched with interest as larger pieces followed, and a loud squeak sounded, as a young black dragon emerged. He squeaked again, his neck twisting around to take in his surroundings. Ismira smiled, stepping forward and starting to pick him up. An icy sensation tingled through her whole arm.

Ignoring it, she continued to pick up the dragon who nuzzled into her, closing its eyes. She looked down at it thoughtfully, thinking of surprisingly a different topic that she had devoted much thought to. Galbatorix, I believe, had it right. In more ways than one. The control of magic is necessary, and currently the rag-tag group of spell-casters aren't doing a very good job with it. A smile grew on her lips, You can help me achieve that, young one. If an outsider had viewed her thoughts, they would have been surprised that it seemed so sudden. But these thoughts had been going around in her mind for quite some time now. And now, they just took form, leading to actions that would set herself above the rest of the races.

Ismira laid the book down on the table, flipping through the pages and looking at the spells written in the common tongue runes on them. Time had passed as Fenrir had been growing, and now she looked for a way to bring about certain events. The library at Carvahall was very limited, but she had found a particular book about magic, that seemed extremely advanced. She guessed that it wasn't supposed to be there, and that no one in Carvahall had a good enough knowledge of magic to realize it could be dangerous knowledge to anyone who read it, and learned the spells within.

She read over a few words before looking away, and searching for the bump of her mind that swelled with magic. Finding it after a few moments, she dove in, immersing herself in the energy, and saying, "Brisingr."

A bright flame appeared, hovering in the air for a second or two before she extinguished it. "Now..." she said quietly, looking down at the book, "Brisingr raudr." A red flame flared up on her palm, and she nodded in satisfaction, extinguishing it again.

Her finger slid down the columns of spells, looking for an interesting one to try, and that may help her in the coming days. Finding one, but realizing it was dangerous to try inside the house, she closed the book, keeping her finger in place and heading out the door of the house. 

She went into the Spine, sitting down close to the edge of it and looking around, listening for creatures. A bird cawed in the trees, and Ismira snapped her head up to look at it. As it started to fly, Ismira ordered, "Letta." the movement of the bird was completely stopped, and Ismira smiled as she spoke more words in the ancient language to bring it to her.

She opened the book on the grassy floor, finding the spell. The words seemed to burst with a type of dark magic as she said them.

The bird squeaked in alarm as it began to grow, and Ismira watched in awe until she stopped the spell. With a quick word, she snapped the bird's neck, and disintegrated the body.

"It works." she said in satisfaction, speaking over the bond between herself and Fenrir, Fenrir?

Yes? Fenrir asked, and she felt him stop eating the deer he had caught.

Come here quick, I would like to try something. She said eagerly, repeating the spell to herself aloud. "I wonder if this is what Galbatorix used?" she said quietly to herself.

Fenrir flew over to her, and she rubbed his snout when he arrived, "I want to try something on you, okay?"

I trust you, Ismira. Fenrir said, bumping into her in a show of affection.

Looking back down on the book, Ismira spoke the spell in the ancient language, making sure to get her wording correct.

It itches. Fenrir scratched his scales with his talon, and Ismira watched as he grew bigger.

How do you feel? Ismira asked, looking in delight as he had grown much. She panted as she felt the loss of energy inside of herself, and waited for Fenrir's response.

I feel bigger. It feels like I am on top of the world. He said, and loosed a roar, lifting his maw up to the sky and blowing a stream of fire. But you are tired. He added, snapping his jaw shut. Don't do it anymore, for I do not wish you to lose energy like that.

Ismira nodded, seeing the wisdom in it, however reluctant she might be. Unless there was a way to get more energy... without the cost of it. She was thoughtful, and then remembered whispers she had heard in the city of Dras'leona. Words of an unmatchable power that would allow you to do anything.

What would you say to going to Dras'leona? Ismira grinned, sending the question to Fenrir.

I would say, when can we start?