The Rise: Eldunari

Chapter 27- A Test

Ava and Avarael flew high above the clouds. Avarael's white scales blended perfectly with the clouds above. A storm was brewing.
What do you think of Queen Arya?
"She and Eragon-elda are in love. Could you tell?"
I suspected it, but I didn't dwell on such trivial matters.
"Do you think Eragon told her about us? About the Power?"
I think that he set up tomorrow's spar to show her, rather than tell. We are blessed with a unique gift. A gift that many who wish evil would slaughter for. We must strive to stay within the light.
"You are right, Avarael. I am glad you hatched for me, and I am glad we are bonded."
As am I.
They circled the clouds above. Ava decided to lie on Avarael's back. He had grown much since those years ago when he could've fit on her back. The wind howled in her ears and teared her eyes. But this was where she felt liberated. The air gave her an escape from the world. Looking above her into the heavens, Ava let loose an uncharacteristic yell of excitement. She had been aching to leave Vroengard, and this was her chance to experience life as it should have been lived. A scutter in the corner of her peripheral vision caused her to take caution. Slowly, her mental barriers, and that of Avarael were erected. Avarael risked a glance upwards, spotting a green and blue wing flying high above. They were being watched, that much was certain. The green dragon above dived low, gnashing his teeth, priming his talons to pierce Avarael. Avarael evaded, striking the dragon across the neck, drawing first blood. The blue dragon barged Avarael, almost knocking off Ava. Ava, impassive as ever, shut her eyes and formed a protective casing to encapsulate her dragon and herself. Every subsequent attack was repelled efficiently. This was a test, that much was certain. But it was vital for Avarael to demonstrate his battle prowess. Commanding a gust of air, she disorientated the two larger dragons, allowing Avarael to attain two more strikes- one across Saphira's jaw, and another along the left leg of Firen. However, they countered with a duel jet of blue and green flames which engulfed Avarael. True, dragons could not be burnt, but they could feel the heat and the discomfort which accompanied high temperatures. Avarael responded with a large torrent of white flame in an arc, so as to repel his attackers. Before him, Firen floated, eyeing him carefully, before nodding his head and blinking twice- a mutual understanding between dragons that they had fought well. With that, Firen closed his wings and plummeted to the ground below. Saphira followed suit, and before long, they were two specks in a vast, lush forest.

"You fought well."
I could've gotten in a few more slashes. Firen is big, but I believe his strength compromises his speed. However, I am not under any illusions, they gave us face.
"That, they did, but you held your own against two of the best."
We held our own.
"We did, didn't we?"