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Dragon Sight

By Ladytorte

Disclaimer shite: I own no one. I do not know how many times I have gone over this. Oh yeah I own the little oc. Big friggn woop! Anywho no this not does not follow the book nor movie very well, and if you don’t like it $#& off. If I have something in mind to write a fic then I friggn write it damn it!!!! Also I do not own the lyrics either. Please enjoy this.

Please also note that I am Ladydoma on FFNet so if you have already seen this fic written by a ladydoma on ffnet that is me! And that I am not ripping another authoress off thank you.

My path into the shadows It seemed so well defined A labyrinth of darkness
With no joy for me to find The path that leads to you Is so hard for me to find
And with every step I take I hope the gods are kind You took my doubts, you took my fears You led me through this lake of tears So close we are, but still apart Not in mine, but in your heart Your warm and schizophrenic heart Still does not beat for me alone As it still bears rememberance Of feelings that I think are gone Every day I hope and pray For your love and sense That you will come into my arms And give our love a chance You took my doubts, you took my fears You led me through this lake of tears
So close we are, but still apart Not in mine, but in your heart Is there somesone who can lead me Out of this fate and to the light Is there someone who can guide me Through the lake I cried You took my doubts, you took my fears You led me through this lake of tears So close we are, but still apart Not in mine, but in your heart-“ Lake of Tears”L’Ame Immortelle

Chapter I: Over thought Dreams of A Shade

During the war between dragons, before Galabtorix took the throne and became a tyrant. Before the prophecy of the return of the dragon riders. The sorcerers of light had a one hope. A child was born and chosen. A child with the powers to read the thoughts of dragons, and held within ,it the power of a dragon. The birth of this child, brought forth the Shade, Durza, who in upon the back of the blackest horse in the lands, rode after the fleeing woman with a baby. He had found the chosen child and wanted to rid it from this world……

The dark haired woman ran as fast as she could, in the darkness. The light of the moon forced to hide behind the dark clouds above. The Shade behind her slammed his boot heals into his horses rib cage hard and harder. For a woman who had just given birth, she was quicker then he anticipated. But he managed to catch up to the woman, he leapt from him horse and tackled her to the dark ground.

“Where is it!?” He demanded to know when he realized the blankets she held close to her, were empty.

“ You came for my baby too late, Shade!” She snapped.

Glaring, Durza tossed the empty blankets to the ground. He stood and looked over. The sorcerers of light stood there. Their magic brought back the light of the moon. The head sorceress stepped towards Durza in her arms the real child.” Take a good look at this baby, Durza.” She began.” For she will one day be the down fall to even your own senses. “

Durza gazed down upon the sleeping baby, then smiled lightly,” Then I think it is only fair that if she is going to take my senses, I shall take one of hers.” With that he shouted a spell. A blinding spell.

“ Bastard!” The mother shouted a dagger out, ready to stab the Shade in the heart but, Durza quickly turned and used his powers to stop her, her arm forced to be unmoving. With one movement of his to the side, the mother was sent flying to the ground. She screamed as Durza forced the dagger she held, into her own chest. Killing her.

“ Remember your place Meriella. “ He snapped.

The Sorceress had stepped back,” You may have blinded the child but once she learns how to see the sights of a dragon, then she will see everything.”

Then the male sorcerer stepped a step forward,” Take heed, Durza the Shade when the chosen dragon hatched for her, it will be the end of the wars. And you.”

The final of the sorcerers stepped towards Durza,” Depart my comrades. I shall complete the prediction.” She said. The others nodded and took one last look at the Shade. The shortest sorcerer looked up at him.

“ There is something wonderful in your future. Should you let it.” Gently she touched his face and showed him a quick vision….A young woman in his arms, embraced within a kiss….Then the vision was over…..

19 yrs later…..

Dreams of a Shade…..

There are two paths before him. One, is dry, not green. Cracks upon this path. As he looked over beyond the fork in the road there was a deathly scent. This path leads to death and blood. His type of path, different from the second path before him.

This path is green, beautiful, a lively scent. Wildflowers beyond what the eye can see. Strange, somewhere off in the distance of the death road, he could hear an angel’s voice. Cautiously he steps forward into the road where the angel may be. But why would an angel be down a path of blood?

As he walked, his long crimson hair began to drift to and fro with the slight breeze. He paused in his movements all there was, silence as he stood before a lake, a lake of blood, bodies off battles long forgotten. A great black dragon flew above. He recognized this dragon as his king’s dragon. Lord Galabtorix’s dragon. Then something standing upon the blood, made him believe he was halusinating.

A woman, he could not see her face, but he could sense she was beautiful, the black dragon flew to her and nuzzled his head against her gently. “ Can the dark bond with the light?” A female voice echoed. The shade in his dream quickly glanced around. The voice was unknown. When he looked ahead once more, the woman was gone. Again he heard the voice again,” Shade,” Quickly the Shade looked behind him there was a woman in a white cloak……

Durza gasped and threw himself up in his crimson sheeted bed. The darkness around him was still, his chambers quiet. The candle upon his nightstand still lit, flickered gently. The same dreams occurred over and over with him. For the passed several nights. He had no idea what they were, or what they meant either.

Durza thought little of it for a moment, as he with drew the silk crimson sheet from his nearly bare body. His breathing became normal as well as his heart rate. Both at a steady pace now.

Durza wiped the sweat from his brow and stood from the bed, gathering his jet black pants, he slipped them on and made his way over to the wash bowl on his rather large dark wood desk. As his hand touched the cool water, steam abruptly rose in the air. The power in his slender hand heating the water rapidly.

He smirked and dipped his other hand in and slashed some water upon his face. This was a refreshing feeling. He savored it for a moment before taking upon the cloth beside the bowl and wiping it along his face. Along the rune carvings around various parts of his face, before actually putting the cloth back down on the desk.

Before departing the area, Durza leaned over his desk, his palms pressing against the edge of the desk. Thinking over the third dream of his that was the same as the past three nights. Where he would throw his body up, his heart rate fast, like wise with his breathing. Then he’d damp water over his face, and finally end up like this at his desk. It was odd. Normally, Durza could tell if there was a premonition to his dreams or not. But this one was undecided.

Perhaps a day in the chilled country side would do him good. Just as his king had told him. The next morning he was to accompany men to the farmers and make sure they pick through the fresh crops and take them for Galabtorix. So, Durza sighed and thought that sense he was not going to be sleeping again until the next night, he would get fully dressed in his usual outfit. A black tunic with a blood red vest like thing over it. His black leather gauntlet on the left wrist. Leaving the right arm sleeve to got slightly over his right hand. To nearly complete his outfit, his black riding boots, and his long red ragged cloak. Finally he wrapped his blood red silk belt around his waist, which had this little chain attached to it, holding up his case for his sword.

As he finished he took in a deep breath and sat down at his desk and brushed his long crimson hair before opening up his journal. Taking up his quill pen, he began to write…..

In several dreams that have passed through my mind in the midnight hours, there seems to have been a curious girl, in these dreams I see this young girl with Galabtroxic’s dragon. The great black dragon that answers only to my King, Galabtroxic himself alone. But yet this girl bonds compassionately with the dragon. Who is this girl I could not see? The dreams begin with me standing before two paths which one leads me to a lake of either blood or crystal water, it does not matter where I begin. They always end with a woman’s voice saying,” Shade.” And every time I turn and see a cloaked young woman.

I don’t know if I should over think these dreams, or I don’t know if I should take them as a vision. Perhaps I should seek out this girl who I’ve been dreaming of……

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