[eragon'salexandria]

This is a story I previously posted under the title Alexandria, but it got closed because I could not C-level it. I have changed the title, but I'm going to be keeping at least the first three or four chapterts, but altering them, at times imenslely. So if you are a new reader, the welcome. Join us for a spell, ans posibly hang around a while. To my faithful readers of the previously posted Alexandria, the this is for you, please enjoy.
Please do not wait for me to get up to where I left off, because I am going to change it. I hope that you don't mind.

This post has been edited by eragon'salexandria: 16 June 2007 - 02:37 PM

[eragon'salexandria]

chapter.1
“There it is,” Eragon said to Saphira as they flew high in the sky, looking down at the seaside estate of Windsor Castle.
“It’s truly amazing,” Saphira answered.
She flew on and then folded her wings into a graceful dive, landing in the courtyard of the house.
A rather stout looking man greeted them by bowing and saying, “Welcome, Eragon Shadeslayer, and Saphira. Welcome to Windsor Castle, my name is Orith, and my master has been expecting your company, but I’m afraid that your dragon, will not be able to join us inside the house, do her vast size.”
“Eragon, tell him that it’s quite alright, I need to hunt, and I’m sure that I can stay in the woods, after all this is a magically protected place.”Saphira told Eragon.
Eragon forwarded the message and the man said as Saphira flew off, “Follow me sir.”
Eragon followed the man up the wide stone front steps, and into the house through large oak doors.
The doors slammed shut behind them and Eragon felt uneasily out of place; after all he was used to the small farm that he used to live on with his uncle and cousin, not this vast mansion/castle.
“Wait here, I shall see if my master is ready for you,” Orith said, walking through a door to Eragon’s left, leaving him alone in the vast foyer.
The foyer in which he stood had a very high ceiling, upon which hung a very large chandelier, which had lit candles in it. A large wooden staircase, loomed ahead of him, with carvings of serpent like dragons carved into the mantle. But what he was most drawn to was the portrait of people on the walls. One he found himself particularly fond of was of a young woman, not much older then himself, with long wavy/curly blonde hair, and the brightest Saphira blue eyes imaginable. Her smile was beautiful, that Eragon found it hard to believe that this was a portrait of a woman and not a goddess.
“Excuse me? Sir?” Orith said from behind Eragon.
“Yes?”
“My master shall see you now, this way please.”
Eragon followed the man down a corridor, with yet more paintings, only instead of people they were of places, the most beautiful one being of a large rocky cliff, with ocean waves beating at the bottom, upon which stood an Elven man, and a human woman, kissing.
They walked into a room with a floor-to-ceiling window, through which you could see one of the many gardens, and the sunset, read and orange light flooded through it causing Eragon to squint.
In front of the window sat a large oak desk, with serpents’ heads carved into the legs, behind which sat a man with greying hair.
“Ahhhh, Shade-slayer, how wonderful to meet you. I am Rick, head of the house of Liken. I hope that your journey here from Ellesmera went well?”
“Well enough, my back didn’t trouble me too badly.”
“Good! Good! Well, I know the queen Islanzadi asked me too allow you to come here for a short recovery from the war, not to mention training to become a Rider, but I was hopping I could ask of you one favor?”
“Of course.”
“I need you to keep an eye on my daughter, not body guard her, just make sure that she stays out of trouble, the two of you should get along great. She is about your age, and is fascinated by dragons, I’m sure the two of you will become trustworthy friends in no time.”
“Of course, when shall I meet her?”
“Tonight at the dinner party. Now do you need anything formal to wear, I can have a clean set of formal clothes sent to your quarters.”
“Yes, thank-you. May I ask what the occasion is?”
“It is my daughter Alexandria’s sixteenth birthday, there won’t be a lot of people coming, just some close friends from the village, and members of the House Servants. Now I’ll have Orith show you to your rooms, you have plenty of time to rest and wash up, and I’ll send up those clean clothes.”
“Thank-you. I’m truly grateful for your hospitality.” Eragon said as he followed Orith out of the room and down a series of hallways and up a spiral staircase. They stopped in front of a set of two doors, the handles were carved into dragons, in battle stances.
“Here are your quarters sir. Would you like me to accompany you to the Royal Ballroom, so that you should be able to find it.”
“That would be great thank-you.” just as Eragon was about to enter his room, a servant boy ran up to him holding a bundle of clothes, “Your clothes sir,” he said and darted away down the hall.
Eragon said farewell to Orith and went inside. The first room was set up as a sitting room, with bookshelves limning the walls. To the left of that eating room, and in the back was a large dome-ceiling bedroom, with French doors that led onto the balcony. Off of the bedroom was a bathroom. Eragon drew himself a hot bath, and got ready for the ceremony.
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[eragon'salexandria]

:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( Anyone there?

[saphira's girl]

great!! i'm so glad this is back up!!

[sasifras180]

Yeah I'm happy your posting it I was sad when I saw it closed.

[Antonis the Great]

Great attention to detail. I actually felt like I was being pulled into your story, keep writing!!

[eragon'salexandria]

Wow! Thanks I'm sooo happy I have readers!!!!!
Thanks for the replies!
It means sooo much to me (not to be all sappy or anything)
I'm going to post the next couple of chapters right now.
So stay tuned.

[eragon'salexandria]

Chap. 2
"How about this one?" Selena asked Alex, holding up a brown dress with light sapphire blue trimming.
"No I don't think that brown is my color. Anyways, I don't want to look ordinary, I want to look beautiful, and elegant, after all there is going to be a Dragon Rider at my party.”
“Dragon Rider?” Selena had gone pale in the face, and sat down on a chair next to Alex’s.
“What’s wrong? You don’t look too well.”
“N...n...nothing I’m fine,” she stuttered. “Now let’s get back to finding you a dress, aha how ‘bout this one?” Selena said suddenly happier then usual.
She held up a beautiful sapphire blue ball gown, it had tiny gems attached to the skirt, and the top of the dress showed a lot of chest. Alex had been holding off on wearing the dress, because she wanted to save it for a special occasion.
“You don’t think it’s too much? You know how I am about having money and showing it off.”Alex said taking the dress behind the changing screen, and trying it on.
“No, of course not! It’s beautiful! It’ll stun the pants off of the damned Rider. And he’ll answer to me if he doesn’t complement you at least every ten minutes.”
“‘It’ll charm the pants off him!” Alex thought silently to herself, “Why in the world would I want to take his pants off!”
Alexandria came out from behind the changing screen, and Selena nearly fainted just from the sheered elegance of the dress, let alone Alexandria wearing it. “Oh, you’ll defiantly charm the pants off of him, just look in the mirror.”
Alex went and stood in front of her large full-length mirror. Elegant and beauty wouldn’t even come close to telling how she looked in the dress. Her shoulder-length golden blonde hair flowed gracefully flowed to the tops of her shoulders. The strapless gown showed just enough cleavage to turn any man on, and the ankle length bottom accented her long legs as well.
“Oh thank you! Thank you!” she said dancing around in front of the mirror getting used to the flow of the dress.
“Your welcome, now you had best change back into your day gown and head home,” Selena said, “it’s almost time, and the guests will be arriving at you house soon.”
Alex went behind the changing screen and reluctantly put on her day gown. When she cam out she handed Selena her dresses, and they both went outside to the waiting carriage. Selena put the gowns inside of the carriage, and then turned to Alex and said, “Alex, I’m not going to be able to come to your birthday party, but I still have something for you.” She pulled out a tiny music box, with dragons engraved all over it. She said “This has been mine for over twenty years. It used to put my boys to sleep when they were babies, long before they were both taken away from me. It still works, and the top opens up, so that you can put tiny keepsakes inside of it. This is the key to open it and to turn it on,” Selena said handing Alex a crescent moon shaped locket on a silver chain. “All you have to do is open it and it fits inside of this little engravement,”she said pointing out an oddly shaped engravement that Alex wouldn’t have noticed unless it had been shown to her, it fit in perfectly with a sapphire blue dragon’s tail.
“Thank-you, it’s beautiful, I’ll keep it for ever.” Alex said climbing into the carriage and hugging Selena.
“Your welcome, now be off with you I have work to do.” Selena said closing the door to the carriage. Alex turned to look out of the small window in the back of the carriage. Selena was standing there, in her worn every-day gown. Although she was dirty and sweaty from work, she looked beautiful. Not the kind of beauty that made people gape at her when she entered the room but the kind of beauty that was internal, and never died away. The kind of beauty that Alex envied in a way that made her love Selena as her mother. After all, she had been Alex’s wet-nurse when she had been a baby. Alex spent the first six years of her life living in that small house with Selena, learning the fundamentals of being a lady. Hearing stories of dragons, and the ancient Dragon Riders, who once protected the land of Alegasia. Alex loved Dragons, even though she had only been told of them in stories, and had only seen paintings of them.
“We’re here,” came the chauffeur’s voice. Alex’s door was opened by the footman, and she stepped out.







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Chap. 3
Eragon climbed out of the tub and with water still running down his naked body he examined himself in front of the mirror.
He had many scars from battle on various parts of his body. None as fresh as the one that stretched the length of his back, from his right shoulder to his left hip.
The scar in question was a souvenir from the war at Farthen Dur, when he had killed Durza. The images of the war still haunted his dreams at night, and often he would wake up screaming, with a cold sweat running down his entire body, tears streaming down his face, and the scar on his back throbbing.
At times when he tried to do work that he had been doing his entire life, and that had never bothered him before, the pain in his back often got so bad that he often had to force himself to black out, to escape the pain.
Not a lot about his appearance had changed since leaving Carvahall. Although he did look to be about a year older, and almost a foot taller. His hair had gone from a dirty blonde to a dark brown. He had also began to grow facial hair, but not yet a full beard. His chest legs and arm muscles were also tighter and stronger then they had been before.
Eragon went to his bags, which had been brought up by a house hold servant, and pulled out his shaving supplies; reconsidered and placed them back in the bags. He then went back into the bathroom, and leaned over the washbasin, and muttered the words of the Ancient Language, to remove the hair on his face.
When he was finished ‘shaving’ he got dressed and contacted Saphira.
“How do I look?” Eragon asked sending her a mental image of himself.
“Beautiful. Are you planning on wooing any you women at the party?” she asked with a slight hint of mischief in her voice.
“You know as well as I do that I don’t know anyone.” Eragon said trying not to blush, but failed miserably.
Just as Eragon was belting Zar’ roc to his waist, someone knocked on his bedroom door, and Orith walked in.
“Sir, are you ready, the party is just about to begin.” He asked. He was wearing a green tunic with matching leggings.
“Yes, I am ready.” Eragon said following him out of the door, softly humming a tune from his childhood under his breath.

[eragon'salexandria]

Chap. 4
Alexandria was standing with a group of her friends when she saw her man-servant, Orith come into the Ball Room with a man that she had never seen before.
The man was fairly tall, had brownish-blonde hair and deep brown chocolate eyes. He was wearing nice clothing, and she new that the clothes were what her father had asked Selena to make, for the Rider to have when he arrived. Even without the clothes, she knew he was a Rider. It was in his very nature, the way he carried himself, and behaved around others. He showed respect for others without following them. Another thing that gave him away was the sword that hung at his hip. Alexandria knew that it was a Rider’s sword, but had not the Elves stopped making them hundreds of years ago? How had he become of it?
Alex excused herself from the conversation that her friends were having, and went over to greet them.
“Hello, Orith. It’s good see to you.” She said giving the elderly man a hug.
“Ahh, Alex it is good to see you too. And how beautiful you look. Don’t you think she’s a gem?” Orith asked Eragon.
“Yes, you look lovely,” the man said, Alex caught her breath when she heard his voice. It was deep ,gentle and loving. The voice of a true man. It also sounded too old for him, as though his voice had matured faster then the rest of him. Up close he didn’t seem to be Rider material.
“This is the man that is going to free us from Galbatorix?” she asked herself silently. Although he did not look it, she didn’t doubt him. She knew what it was like to be judged upon appearance, to be underestimated.
“My name is Eragon. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he said holding out his hand looking her over, and silently thinking to himself, “she is even more beautiful then Arya.” Eragon blushed when he found himself drawn to her breasts, but he couldn’t help it, she was like nothing he had ever seen before in his life, not beautiful definitely not ugly, but something...else.
“It is a pleasure to meet you also. My name is Alexandria but you can call me Alex.” Eragon lost his breath when he heard her voice. It was pure music to him. Soft, sweet and caring, he couldn’t help but feel drawn towards it, as though there was a spell being woven over him.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it then,” Orith said walking away.
“Would you care to join me? I must go and welcome other guests, I would enjoy some company.” Alex asked him.
“I would love to, “Eragon said making her blush. Eragon noticed this and couldn’t help but think that it was cute.
The two of them went and together they greeted the other guests. Once everyone had been properly greeted, the orchestra began to play a slow but happy tune.
“Would you like to dance?” Eragon asked Alex. She seemed taken aback at his question, and Eragon felt his cheeks burning, and feared that he had spoken out of place, after all she was way out of his league.
“I would love to,” was all she said, and he led her to the dance floor.
After about eight or so different dances, Alex’s father, Orick, went to the front of the room, and announced, “Now as you all know tonight is my daughter, Alexandria Maionet’s seventeenth birthday. Now as you all know, whenever a girl becomes a woman in this family she is presented with a gem, to show the passing of years. So Alex, if you will please join me?” Orick asked looking in Eragon and Alex’s direction.
Alex lifted her skirts and left Eragon’s side, joining her father at the head of the room.
She stood and faced the on looking people, as her father said, “Orith, will you please bring me the necklace.” Orith appeared a moment later, and handed to
Orick a black velvet box. Orick opened the box and pulled from inside, a silver necklace. The chain had tiny diamonds all along the length, and at the center hung a clear, crystal heart shaped pendant with what appeared to be a green diamond inside of it. Orick placed it around her neck saying as he did so, “what this necklace contains, is something that has been passed down through our family for thousands of years, all the way from the time of Eragon.” When Eragon heard his name he thought that Orick was talking about him, but then remembered what Brom had ounce told him back in Carvahall, about his name sake. “At the heart of this necklace,” continued Orick, “Is two dragon scales. The blue is from your great great grandfather Sackela’s dragon.”
Alex’s face was unreadable. Is contained a look of sadness, happiness, joy, and what Eragon thought to be, fear.
The audience applauded, and Alex hugged her father whispering a thanks in his ear, and she left the front of the room, and came to stand in front of Eragon.
“Would you like to go for a walk with me, after dinner?” she asked, unable to stop herself form blushing when she noticed him looking her over.
“Of course,” Eragon said, leading her to the dinning table.
Eragon sat on Orick’s right side and Alex at his left. Throughout the meal they made small talk, every-now-and-then Alex and Eragon’s eyes would meet, and they would both look away blushing.
“So Eragon,” Orick said “Where are you from?”
Eragon felt himself blush as he saw Alex look at him, interested. Eragon had never been ashamed to admit that he was from Carvahall. Or that he was a farm boy. Up until now, he had been proud to be a hard worker, earning his way in life, maybe not in the world, but he definitely had made a life for himself in Carvahall. But at that moment when Orick had asked him where he was from, Eragon felt embarrassed, almost ashamed to admit he was from Carvahall. As he looked around at the people sitting at the large oak dining table, what with their expensive clothes, and jewels. And at Alex. Eragon couldn’t even afford the clip holding her hair back, in his wildest daydreams. He thought about lying but he reconsidered. Not because they would have found out sooner or later but because of Garrow, and Roran, who had both taught him not to be ashamed of his life.
“I’m from Carvahall. I lived on a farm about ten miles out of town.”
“Wow! A farm? Really?” Alex asked, truly excited by his answer.
Eragon merely nodded, feeling foolish in front of her.
“I once traveled there. With a friend of mine. Small town. All around good people. I would like to go back someday for a visit.” Orick said.
“All around good people,” Eragon thought to himself,”Yeah except Sloan.” Sloan was the butcher from Carvahall who Eragon despised with all his might.
“What did you do in your free time?” Alex asked looking at Eragon with kind blue eyes, as a servant took her plate, and replaced it with a small bowl of soup.
“Well,” Eragon said, feeling himself to loosen up a bit, “I didn’t have much, but I enjoyed hunting. And hiking in the Spine.”
Just as Alex was about to open her mouth to say something, Orick stood, holding up his wine glass, saying, “A toast my friends and family. A toast in the honor of our dear little Alex becoming a woman, a toast to the rising rebellion, and toast for our Rider Eragon, and his Dragon companion Saphira!” Everyone , including the servants, held up their glasses and clanked them together.
Eragon felt his cheeks go pink, and looked up at Alex, whose rounded face was growing more red by the moment.
“Father,” Eragon heard her whisper above the noise to Orick, “Must you do that, every year?”
Orick didn’t reply, only laughed and kissed his daughter on the hair.
After much more laughing, a bit more drinking, and of course cake, dinner was over.
Alex went around and thanked everyone for coming. Her kept searching for Eragon. After they had all finished eating, he had stayed for the Father-Daughter dance, and then disappeared only half-way through it. This had hurt Alex’s feelings a bit, but only because she had hoped he would at least asked her for one more dance, but he never showed up, so she had been forced to dance with Anthony, a man much older than herself, who had his eye on her since she was a child. He had already married twice, with no children both of his wives having mysteriously wound up dead during pregnancy. Orick knew Alex didn’t feel safe with Anthony, and had declined his offer for hand in marriage.
Alex walked out of the doors to the ballroom, waving good bye to Orith who was over seeing the clean-up committee.
“Boo,” came a calm voice from behind her.
She jumped and turned to see Eragon leaned against the wall. “Boo back.” She said with a smile. He looked so handsome standing there. He had changed out of his party clothes and into a pair of black leather pants, a white tunic, and a blue sapphire vest.
“Where were you, I was looking for you,” Eragon said.
“I had to say good bye to everyone before I could leave, sorry to take so long.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Do you still want to go for a walk?”
“If you do,”
“Of course I do. Although, I would suggest changing into something more comfortable, and something that you can move around easily in.” Eragon said taking a step closer to her. They were now inches apart. Eragon longed to close the gap between them. To hold her against him, to feel her breathing and her heart beating. Little did he know, Alex very much wanted the same thing.
“Alright, let me go change.”

[Antonis the Great]

Great stuff, I can't wait to read more.

[Sel]

great story, cant wait too read more ^^

[sasifras180]

Its good, I like the added bits since the last time I read it.
just on mistake was

Her kept searching for Eragon.

She kept searching for Eragon.

[Kari]

Please don't use colored text. My eyes are searing from trying to read.

Nice! i was sad when they closed it down, but it's back up! Yay!