The grass was crushed beneath my feet as I stormed towards Beor Mountains. I screamed angry rants as I did. Such as," Hounded out by everyone! Met by hatred everywhere! No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere!" With a loud growl, I collapsed to the ground. I felt tears sting my eyes. "Why?
Everywhere I went, I was met by people who hated me. They would come to me to heal their fatal wounds, but when they saw me, they shouted," I hate you!" right in my face. I was fed up with the amount of times I have had that same phrase said to me.
I began to wish Savard was here Being a werecat, he came and left when he pleased and he decided to leave right when I needed him the most. Savard and I were close. He cheered me up when I was sad or calmed me when I was angered and since I couldn't stay in one place for a few days, he was considered my best friend. I would also prefer my stallion Canyd. He was the best horse ever created. He is fast, strong, brave and incredibly smart. What I wouldn't give to see him again. I lost him when I went to Uru'baen. He was taken from me when one of the guards realized who I was and he was apparently given to the king himself. I finally stood to my feet and kept walking proudly.
When I began climbing up the mountain, I was regretting the whole journey. My dress was torn, my arms and legs were covered with hundreds of scratches and cuts and my hands were stained black from the stone. When I came to a small ledge, I leaned back against the side of the mountain and relaxed, attempting to ease the pain in my legs and arms. Once I regained my strength, I stood up, but halted when I heard the loud sound of a waterfall. I noticed that the rock ledge kept on going for a ways. I walked forward till I reached a large waterfall. A smile immediately touched my lips. I was at the entrance of the Varden, the place I have been trying to get to for many years. I pulled off my tattered overcoat and my boots. I held my breath and jumped in. The water was like ice against my boiling body. It rushed past me, making me feel like I was being pulled down. I swam up, like any smart person would do, until I came to the surface.
I trotted forward and into a dark tunnel. I pulled my boot on and walked forward. I bit my when I looked around. Not a man in sight, no fired torches to light my way. I was in darkness. "Brisingr raudhr," I muttered. A red ball of fire appeared, floating in the air above me. "Brisingr, iet tauthr." The ball of light immediately began to float with me as I walked.
Several minutes later, I heard footsteps.
I flattened myself against the tunnel wall and distinguished the ball of fire. I pressed my hand on my sword ready to attack anyone who was a threat.
Two torches that huing on the wall were suddenly lit and then another two and then another two and so on. The torch that hung about a foot away from me burst into flame and I wasfound.
A short man with a long brown beard stood before me with a short blade in hand.
"Who are you?" he asked. I looked down upon him andpulled out my own sword.
"Majesty, daughter of who, I do not know," I replied,analyzing the small dwarf.
"Why are you here?" he asked, lowering his sword.
"I seek refuge and food and drink." Before the swarf could reply ,men were running through the tunnel, spears ready to run me through. I sighed. More people who hate me, I thought.
A man of dark skin walked forward and looked me over.
"Fight with us and we will give you what you wish," the man said. I sheathed my sword and followed tem through the tunnel, keeping pace with the man.
"I accept you offer, but who, may I ask, will I be fighting?" I questioned, keeping my eyes fixed ahead of me. "Tens and thousands of Urgals." I stopped in mid step. Tens and thousands? What had they done to cause the Urgals to make war with them?
"Pray tell, why?" I asked hopefully, jogging back up next to him.
"That is our business, not yours." I let out a strange laugh.
"You hide secrets terribly!" I exclaimed. The man stopped abruptly.
"You will find out in time. We do not know if we can trust you," he explained with a series of hand gestures. I smiled.
"Does this have anything to do with a person named Eragon?" I asked suddenly. I heard a couple of men growl and tighten their grip on their spears.
"How do you know who Eragon is?" he sneered. I jumped back a step with my arms flailing.
"Ha! So I was right! Who is he? Some special person who is the only hope of saving Alagaesia?" The men behind stared at me, awe-struck. The dark skinned man kept on walking and said," Like I spoke to you before, you will find out in time." And with that, we exited the tunnel and I was given armour to wear. Then I was ordered to a special section of the field and sent to wait there.
Being me, I ignored the orders and ran off on my own. I eventually made it to weaponry and looked around. I suddenly stopped when I noticed a suit of armour I thought I would never see in my lifetime.
I saw my reflection as clear as I saw everything else in a suit of dragon armour. I stroked my hand over the smooth and shiny head armour.
"Do you like it?" A male voice behind me asked. I spun around and a boy, the same age as me, walked up next to me. I shyly nodded and looked back at the amour.
"It is quite marvellous." The boy nodded.
"My name is Eragon. Who are you?" I jumped at his name. What was so significant about Eragon?
"I'm Majesty. Pleasure to meet you, Eragon," I introduced, flashing him a smile. Eragon returned the smile.
"She is over there!" a loud voice echoed through the armoury. Eragon's smile vanished as he looked past me. I turned to see the faces of several guards. I jumped in fright.
"Goodness, you people just pop up up everywhere!" I said and pushed them aside to get to my side of the field. I stopped and turned back to Eragon. "Nice meeting you Eragon!" I said, waving goodbye. I turned back and headed to my post.

I crouched in the trenches, my hand was on the pommel of my sword. I had fought Urgals many times before, but not in a big battle with tens of thousands of them! If I didn't know any better, I would say I was frightened. But I also was talented with a sword.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, freeing my mind of all thoughts except for the upcoming battle. When I heard the call, my heart jumped. Excitement soared through me, triggering all reflexes, pulsing through my veins and pounding in my brain. I jumped up onto my feet, pulling out my sword and let out a loud war cry. I ran out of the trench before all the others and stuck my sword through the first Urgal I saw. I pulled out my sword and the body collapsed at my feet. One after another, they came swinging their axes or clubs, or swords, attempting to hit me over the head, but I out-manuevered them.
I found myself at the other side of the field, fighting next to the dark-skinned man. After I struck down the Urgal I fought, I wrapped my arms around the Urgal he was fighting and pulled back. I heard a crack that caused my spine to tingle. I threw the body to the ground and nodded at the man.
"I'm Majesty by the way." He panted, wiped away the perspiration from his brow and inclined his head.
"Ajihad, leader of the Varden."With that, he ran off and fought another Urgal. The Varden! I finally found the Varden. In my happiness, I struck down another Urgal with one strike. I ran up a flight of wooden stairs and onto a grass plateau. I spotted group of Urgals surrounding a single man. I ran up to the nearest Urgal and struck my sword through his neck. The head fell off and rolled and the body collapsed. I smashed my sword upon another and heard the deadly crack of his skull. I kicked away another and my sword through his heart. When a pile of Urgals lay at my feet, I turned to the man in front of me. He seemed a few years older than I with handsome features. He had brown hair loosely hanging in his face. He had striking brown eyes. His face glowed with sweat and he had a stream of blood dripping down his cheek. He looked me over and then smiled, clearly impressed.
"Thanks," he said. "I'm Murtagh."
"No problem. I'm Majesty." I heard a loud crashing sound coming from the stairs where I came from. I looked at the stairs that now were all small bits of wood crumbling to the ground. I turned to Murtagh.
"How do we get down now?" he asked. I shrugged and bit my bottom lip. I examined my surroundings and noticed a roipe tied from the top of the plateau to the ground below. I smiled and took off the belt that held my sword sheath. I sat at the edge of the plateau and flung the belt over the rope. I tested to see if it would hold my weight then looked back at Murtagh. He seemed to get what I meant.
He took off his own belt and stood next to me. He seemed a little hesitant, but went along with it anyways.
I gripped tightly onto the belt, took in a deep breath and pushed myself off the plateau. When I opened my eyes, I was soaring through the air at who knew how fast! I whooped as the air russhed past my face, sending my raven coloured hair flying. I swayed back and forth on the rope until I flipped all the way over. I landed on an Urgal, crushing him into the ground. I picked up a stray shield and smashed it over his head. I ran about, Murtagh by my side, screaming and crashing my weapons into the awful creatures. I found myself laughing and giving whoops of glee.
I finally met an Urgal who was at least a bit near my level. And I beat him like I did all the others. When I stopped to catch my breath, I noticed a small boy who seemed no older than five or six. I narrowed my eyes to see better.
"Savard?" I said, baffled. The boy looked to me and smiled revealing a row of sharp, sparkling teeth. I inclined my head in reverence and ten ran my blade through a Urgal who attempted to attack me from behind. I darted over to the boy and beheaded the Urgal who ran up to attack him.
Greetings Majesty, he said to me.
Greetings Savard. I've missed you company.
And I ours. He turned and ran his daggar into another foe. Now, how did you get yourself into this situation?
I chuckled. Simple. I came to the Varden, met more haters and then was instructed to help fight for them. I shrugged. Savard shook his head.
Dear Majesty. Not all people hate you. Murtagh seemed to have an interest for you.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. When I first saw him, I had a strange feeling he had some significance in my life. But Eragon had the same affect. I shook my head and killed another monster.
A ear-piercing scream echoed through the mountain and then another followed and another. My curiosity flared and I dashed to the place where the screams had come from. When I came over a small hill, I noticed the boy Eragon kneeling on the ground panting. I worriedly ran over and caught him before he fell onto the ground. He looked up into my face before entirely passing out. His blue eyes sparkling like sapphires and almost as much as the blue dragon before did. I gasped.
A large sapphire blue dragon stood before me! I placed Eragon gently on the ground and stood my full height. She growled, a row of sharp teeth protruding from her mouth. Savard-in his werecat form- jumped in front of me, hissing and growling.
I opened up my mind to the dragon.
Greetings Saphira. I smiled deviously.
How do you know my name? she asked a snarl forming on her lips.
Let's just say, I'm great with names, I replied then threw my head back and laughed. I took my attention from the dragon and back to Eragon. I checked for any injuries. Actually, who needs to check! He just fought a Shade, killed on more like it! Of course he is injured. I found blood pouring from his back and removed his armour to see the slice.
I bit my lip. It was worse than I thought. The Shade had managed to cut him open from the top of his right shoulder to the opposite hip. I touched the cut and wiped away a bit of blood with my dress, which was smeared with gore.
An elf, who seemed to be called Arya, took Eragon to the healers and let me go clean up. She told me where to go for a room and were to bath.
I followed her directions and came to a room in a long hallway. Inside it seemed like it was meant for royalty. I found a copper basin in the left corner filled with steaming water. On the bed lay a beautiful deep purple gown and a pair of black slippers. I threw my sword and dagger onto the ground next to the bed along with the armour and torn dress.
I slid into the warm water and just relaxed. I wiped clean the cuts and scratches from the battle and the Urgal blood that had splattered over me. I leaned back, closed my eyes and thought. Eragon's wound kept coming back to me. It would scar him for life. Literally.
I suddenly bolted upright. Eragon was Saphira's Rider! Wait. How did I know this ? I sighed and leaned back, rubbing my temples.
What's with me? I know everyone's name before they tell me, except for a select few and I seem to find out lots about them just by knowing it!
I clambered out of the basin and dried myself with the towel provided. I dressed into the formal gown and examined myself in the mirror that hung on the wall. Now I really did look like Majesty.
I sighed and sat on the bed, putting on the black slippers. I had a strange name. Majesty was a name that no one had ever called their child before, which made me so different.
When I was a little girl, I grew up with my mother. She told me that when I reached the age of sixteen, I would be noticed for what I really was. I questioned my mother over and over about that, but she never told me. All she said was that we were not of Alagaesia, but rather lands inhabited. I didn't understand what she meant because I never dreamed of any other place, but where I was now. She also told me that my prophecy would be fulfilled.
I shrugged and shook my head. People used to take my mother as a mad woman.
I stood up and walked out of the room, running my fingers through my hair. When I unlocked the door, two men stood there and Ajihad. The men, who seemed to be guards, wrapped their hands around my arms so tight that I thought the circulation of blood would stop flowing. I struggled slightly, but gave up when they gave no signs of letting go or loosening their grip.
"Do you think you can keep your secret from us forever, Finder of True Names?"