"I am Glaedr, and I speak for the Eldunarí" the dragon said once he composed himself "We wish to train you"
"Train us for what, we are already good dragons" Embar scoffed at the older dragon's words.
"We can also help your rider train in both sword and help you grow closer" the golden stone continued.
"We are already close enough to her and you will not find a better swords two legs in the whole of Westeros" the male dragon growled.
"Except prince Daemon Targaryen, and my father, and..." Allora was cut off by a push from Embar as the she dragon tried to shut her up "But you have to admit we know nothing of this place and a little extra help would come in welcomed"
The two dragons grumbled their agreement with her.
"But then you have to explain this country to us, so we can be prepared"Embar told the voice in the golden rock.
And so Glaedr told them the story of Alagaësia, from the coming of the elves, to the wars. To Galbatorix and to Eragon's story.
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Eragon stood with his hands placed in front of him on the hilt of his sword as he and Saphira waited patiently for the elves to line up in front of the very first egg brought to Alagaësia from Vroengard.
Behind the many elves now waiting to get their turn was Arya, the queen of Du Weldenvarden, and her dragon Fírnen.
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Allara was silent after Glaedr finished his story. Magic, elves, dwarves, giant trolls things...all stories from her childhood, were true in this new place.
"Do we trust them?" Embar hissed quietly.
"We have to for now" Allara told the she dragon while she lowered the last of the stones to the sand.
They had walked back to the very place where they had ended up after the storm.
"What language is that?" Allara hadn't responded to the question previously because she had still been stunned.
"Old Valyrian" Allara said shortly.
"Old Valyrian? What is that?" another asked making its stone glow slightly.
"The language from my ancestors home country" well that was an oversimplification but Allara wasn't there to explain her whole family history to dragons she just barely met.
"And where..."
"Galzra stop pestering the child with questions" Agaravel chided "There might be things she does not wish to tell us yet. She has only just met us"
Allara heard a few grumbles here and there in her mind before they quieted down once more to let Glaedr speak up.
"Do you have a sword lady Allara?" Glaedr asked.
Allara unsheathed Ânogar, the known hand-and-a-half longsword of Valyrian steel glinting in the sunlight. Allara slid her finger along the blade cutting her finger, the blade was still as sharp as the day she had gotten it. Just in case she held it closer to the stones so they could see it.
"This is Ânogar" the name of the sword translated roughly to Blood, which was what Allara herself had named it after she had gone to her first war when the exiled Lannisters tried to take control of Westeros back.
"Interesting. What metal is it made out of?" Glaedr asked in genuine curiosity.
"Valyrian steel is a type of steel from Valyria used to make weapons and various other items of unparalleled quality. Magic and spells play a role in its forging, which makes the steel special and gives it magical characteristics (straight out of wiki😋)" she explained.
"Our riders use brightsteel to forge their swords as well as with magic. Brightsteel is a metal extracted from the fragments of a fallen star, although the material made for them is now no longer available" Glaedr explained.
"So it's not that much different from how ours are made, or the fact that the steel used to make it is no longer existent, at least in our continent" Allara muttered to herself.
Cuaroc slid out his sword from its place on his hip and held it with both hands while Allara held her own. Ânogar was a sword made of rare dark Valyrian steel, but with a red jewel incrusted
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Again since I'm not sure if Cuaroc has swords but since he is a dragon warrior who has to protect the eggs just imagine he does have one.
While Allara went to put her sword back in her sheath, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise up in warning. She quickly turned around and managed to raise her blade fast enough for for it to hit against Cuaroc's own as the larger broadsword came down upon her.
"You dare!" Embar threw herself at the dragon warrior fast enough to catch him by surprise and bite down on his blade, tearing it away from his hands.
Cuaroc backed away warily as the she dragon raised her lips letting her sharp teeth out as a display for everyone there to see.
"It is fine Embar" Allara told the dragon, handing the sword back to Cuaroc.
"But he just tried to..." Drogos begun.
"Have you forgotten how I had to learn to fight?" she asked both of them with her hands on her hips.
The two dragons were silent since they did remember how Cregan Stark had one day asked his daughter to go for a walk outside with him and then attacked her from behind. Luckily, although his methods of acting were a little...unorthodox, Allara and Jonnel had turned out to be great warriors like their father and mother.
"Fine" Embar lowered her head down to the ground and huffed out a cloud of smoke that the baby dragon came up to play with.
"Let's go. Come at me" Allara said before realising she said it in Valyrian "I, I mean I'm ready now"
Cuaroc and Allara both got ready in their fighting stances, their swords at the ready.
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"She is brave, I give her that" Agaravel said begrudgingly.
"She is human and a female. We all know how female humans are taught, and how they are weaker than the males" Galzra said.
"Give her a chance. We won't know until we have seen her" Glaedr said.
He surveyed the girl's stance. It was weak and barely balanced. She appeared to be placing all her weight on her sword arm.
