Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

To Learn of Complexities

((Abyss.))

Their group gathered into the cramped kitchen, GB looking, for once, uncomfortable in his smaller form as they arranged themselves, Nighthawks guarding outside.

"What is this all about, Eragon?" Nasuada addressed her vassal first. The human hesitated, glancing at Arya, who nodded with only a faint sign of her previous tears left in her eyes.
"Nasuada…. The four of us are not alone…. There were two other dragons and a Rider fighting against Galbatorix."

"I knew it." She whispered with gleaming eyes. "It was the only explanation that made sense- at least, a bonded pair like yourselves. They were your teachers in Ellesméra, weren't they?"
Two of them, yes. But no more. Said Saphira, head resting forlornly on the counter from the window.
"No more?" Nasuada asked.

Eragon eventually explained, eyes damp.
"Just earlier today they died at Gil'ead. Galbatorix used Thorn and Murtagh to kill them; I heard him speak to them with Murtagh's tongue."
The light in her eyes and the blood in her cheeks drained. She slowly found a seat by the burnt out fireplace.

Did you see Draco? GB all but begged him, staring imploringly.
"Some. He was helping at first, before he escaped when Galbatorix took control of Murtagh. Then I saw no further sign of him from Glaedr's.. view." Eragon murmured in reply.
"Are you sure they are dead?" Nasuada then asked.
"Of our teachers, yes, I am sure."

"Tell me about them, Eragon. Would you, please?" She quested softly after wiping her eyes.
So the human spoke, often interrupted by Blue or even GB as the pair spoke more of Draco, though it was mostly the skeleblaster who would talk about his mate, up until he was too emotional with uncertainty to go on. It gradually fell to Eragon to finish talking about the three.
Saphira began to keen near the end, the whine persistent as GB leaned against her in an attempt to comfort the dragon.

Finally, the leader of the Varden sighed, speaking up.
"I wish I could have met Oromis and Glaedr, but alas, it was not to be…. There is one thing I still do not understand, Eragon. You said you heard Galbatorix speaking to them. How could you?"
"Yes, I would like to know as well." Arya agreed.
"I've been wondering that, yeah." Geno added.
".. It's dragon souls." Came a whisper.

Everyone flinched at the new voice, spinning to see a strange small, owl-faced creature of blue and white staring at them.
"..Abyss? Is that you?" Blue questioned as Arya and Eragon drew their weapons.
The creature looked at him.
"Yeah.. we. We can talk about me later, okay?"

After Blue checked through the bewildering thoughts of the other, he slowly confirmed that it was Abyss, albeit now in a strange form with a strange mind.

When they had settled back down, Abyss decided to perch on Geno's shoulder as Eragon began to recount the most recent trip to Ellesméra, explaining the identity of his father and then firing off everything else that had happened, only pausing when Blue interrupted to slowly and awkwardly explain where he had gone and what he had done, and about deities, including Unity, who appeared as a large, glowing blue ant beside him.
Finally, the trip was summarized with the information of the Eldunarí.

The others simply stood frozen, completely blindsided by the information.
"...They have Souls." Geno whispered in disbelief.
Horror, who had been against the entrance in complete silence, now stood straight with gleaming eyelights.
"He stole their Souls from them." He breathed, mist flowing out and briefly illuminating the writhing shadows around him, seething with fury.

"The dragons are still alive." Arya gasped, pressing her hands together as if praying, held to her chest as she continued reverently.
"They are still alive after all these years. Oh, if only we could tell the rest of my race. How they would rejoice! And how terrible their wrath would be when they heard of the enslavement of the Eldunarí! We would run straight to Urû'baen, and we would not rest until we had freed the hearts of Galbatorix's control, no matter how many of us died in the process."