New Legacy

Ch.19

I already miss my boring routine a bit. “May I ask again why I’m carrying five people?” I huffed in annoyance while my wings, now easily twice the wingspan they had a month ago, flapped more than I would’ve had to if I had only Roran on my back.

“Because you can, also because it would be better if King Hrothgar and the leaders of the Varden arrived ahead of the army.” Roran recited to me once again. I’m sorry if I complain a lot, I just don’t like having to be inconvenienced when it could be avoided. “I know, Shimmer. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything beyond your ability.” Stop peering into my thoughts and tell Katrina again why she had to ride with the supply wagons. Oh, right.

It was because Katrina wasn’t a leader of any sort. She wasn’t even Roran’s wife. Yet. I had on my back Roran, of course. Hrothgar because of course. Trianna the hippogriff leader of Du Vrangr Gata who was still a bit afraid of me due to how I called her a Thot a month ago. Then Nasuada and Ajihad. My saddle was pretty massive, but only because I had grown much in the month I’d spent sleeping every night in my birth form and my hearty midday hunts.

Said growth and my dutiful training had caused me to become quite powerful. If me just doing a daily routine and eating well has caused me to grow this much, then how big has Saphira gotten? I haven’t gotten word from her or Eragon despite the fact that Brom could’ve scried us to let us know. Roran had tried once, but the psychic backlash from that bitch Islanzadi lashing out at him put him and almost me out for the rest of that day.

I swear, although it is cruel of me, I look forward to her death. It may be tragic, but her death was perhaps one of the best things that could have happened to the elves in the canon. The fact she was just as conceited in this reality only helped affirm my cold stance on this.

My dark thoughts ceased when I finished flying around the base of the latest and it turned out last, mountain of the Beors. “By Urûr! It was bad enough before, but now I feel like the heavens themselves will swallow me!” Hrothgar shouted with fear in his voice, but Nasuada and Ajihad were holding him firmly in his strapped seat on the center of the saddle behind Roran with Trianna leaning onto his shoulders to also provide him stability.

“Worry not good canine king. The sky shall not swallow you this day. Such an event is unlikely to happen without any dense weather clouds able to form over Surda, what with it’s semi-arid climate and regular light sun showers.” I kindly informed one of my passengers, but gladly flew lower to the ground towards warmer air to let the thermals lift me and ease my burden. I’ve flown for several hours already starting before the break of dawn.

“You mean the sky can swallow us?!”Hrothgar panicked and began screaming in horror as he thrashed about, only kept still due to his leg straps and the four people surrounding him on the soft leather saddle made from a single Nagra. “We’re all going to die~!”

“Not here! Yes, but not here!” I stressed frantically, worried that I’d have to land before the old king died of a heart attack.

“Ah, such a nice day to fly though.” A non-warg dog called a Diamond Dog with blood red fur commented from the air next to us. He was flying since he had a literal rip-off Swoop Bike from Star Wars. It would’ve been nice to know Elric’s people were literally a space-faring Empire sooner than a month ago! “Don’t worry, you’ll get over it with enough exposure.”

“You’re not assisting King Hrothgar’s panic with your flippant dismissal of it, Boone!” I chided the doberman-breed male. He was both prideful yet humble enough to not treat everyone around him like trash. Which made him popular with the unmarried lady wargs, who also appreciated his athletic build combined with the fact he was twice their height. He was, however, an enemy of all unmarried male wargs because of this.

Especially because of that scent of his. It drove every female around him mad with lust. I would know. I had rather embarrassingly thrown myself at him one evening when he came to visit and I had brought my face too close to him. Something about him being a Tartarus Demon or something. “I’m not being dismissive!” Boone defended and I huffed out smoke in irritation.

“Is she still angry that she sucked him off?” Nasuada chuckled and I refrained from firing back that she’d taken him to bed more than once. There was no love there, just two consenting people of age having fun and he was her physical type. “And I was the one that walked in when she tried to get him to mount her.” Okay, here it comes-!

“Enough! You will all calm down or I am pulling on these rains and having Shimmer fly us back!” Roran psychically shouted at us all and I chuckled deeply at him literally pulling the age old ‘angry dad threatening to turn the car around’ gag. “Did I do it right?” Roran asked privately.

“Almost spot-on. Now you just need someone to childishly ask if we’re there yet and for you to reply ‘we’ll get there when we get there’!” I shared a mental laugh with my other half while enjoying the peace that had fallen from Roran’s outburst and our following shared levity.

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Our arrival at Borromeo Castle was far from smooth. The ballista on the eastern tower had the gall to shoot at us! When it seemed the other towers were going to fire, some sort of flare went up and after we warily flew outside of the effective range of the ballista, a bright purple firework went off and the purple words ‘you may land now’ lit up the early evening sky.

That said, I landed in the main courtyard of the castle with an indignant smokey huff and my passengers were unwilling to dismount until Apologies could be given. Which would have to be very heartfelt and padded with good will, because despite Twilight, Spike and Diane of all ponies trying to get them to calm down, the varied species of soldiers refused to lower their weapons.

“Any who do not lower their weapons by the time I finish speaking, will find themselves on their asses outside the gate! Do I make myself clear?!” King Orrin, as handsome and regal as I remember, threatened furiously when he stormed out of his keep, looking about ready to order some executions.

Thankfully, his troops weren’t that stupid and promptly ceased antagonizing us. “I hope this is not how you treat all of your supposed allies, King Orrin.” Nasuada coldly said, both in her capacity as the official leader of the Varden and being the one facing the king on that side of the saddle.

“Oh, trust me, it isn’t. I’ll be having strong words with my guard captains for how jumpy their troops are.” Orrin snarled and approached us as he straightened his kingly yet functional robes and personally offered Nasuada a hand down from my saddle. “Please, my sincerest apologies. I had not expected any of you so soon. I only got the message from your courier not an hour ago.”

Yikes! I almost beat the courier here! Big oof. Wait~! Why didn’t we scry? I still don’t get why everyone doesn’t just scry outside of Du Weldenvarden. Or use wyvern-fire delivery. Does Sombra really have some sort of ‘secret service’ that watches the realm for scrying magic to cause everyone with magic to be wary of it?

“Hmph, at least you have some manners.” Nasuada took his hand and I lowered myself to the ground so she could get down more easily.

“That was a rather prompt response to an aerial target.” Ajihad commented with a mixture of disapproval and approval.

“It’s in case Sombra gets tired of these games and comes with Shruikan, or he sends his pet monsters. Also, we’ve had Fanghur fly this far out and poach our livestock. It’s mostly why you see fewer villages and farms the further east you go towards the Beor Mountains.” King Orrin replied before bowing to King Hrothgar while he was being aided off of my back by Roran and Ajihad. “Greetings great King Under the Mountain. It is my honor to have you here.”

“As irritated as I am at the rough welcome, I appreciate knowing this pile of stones isn’t going to be knocked over by a stiff breeze.” The ancient king huffed and practically looked ready to kiss the ground when he got on all fours, but thankfully settled for putting his forehead to the dirt, not caring about his masterwork light metal armor or crown getting filthy. “I say, I may never fly again. Perhaps wargs aren’t meant to fly.”

“We said the same of Diamond Dogs.” Boone said before he finished landing and got off of his speeder. “Pardon if you missed me. I have passive notice-me-not enchantments on me.” I only just noticed after he said that, his bike was gone.

“Who, wait, where did he go?” Twilight asked uneasily with a look around. Yeah, I can’t tell where he is unless he speaks up or makes physical contact. He only started doing that after the first week of being a spontaneous heartthrob almost got him gutted by envious bachelors.

“Don’t mind Boone. He’s just shy unless it involves the ladies.” Roran jested after he finally got off of my saddle and I relaxed a bit more. I wasn’t going anywhere until this tent of a saddle had it’s massive saddlebags emptied. Only Nasuada was comfortable with allowing Roran to store most of her luggage in his Inventory, that was only with her allowing it through his satchel. None of her things were to go through his trousers unless he wanted to wear it at dinner with Katrina.

“So long as he is not a dangerous sort, he can be as hidden as he wishes. Come, I’ll get you to quarters worthy of your status while my castle’s maids unload Shimmer’s saddlebags.” King Orrin said and promptly led the group in with Roran sending mental apologies for me being treated like a glorified mount.

I rolled my eyes and laid my neck along the ground to rest my chin in the grass. I am a glorified mount. One who happens to turn into a knock-out sexy muscular and busty babe. Unlike Saphira, I’m not so prideful that I would mind the comparison to a bullboar or a Feldûnost. Both were mighty and respectable creatures in their own ways.

Either way, I was going to take a nap. None of these cowards had the mettle or the metal to pierce my scales and I was more than happy to have an excuse to be lazy.

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A splash of water on my face gently roused me from my slumber and I yawned wide enough to crack my jaw. I then blinked my sleepy eyes at Roran who was smiling fondly and shaking his head while holding a bucket to his side. “You’ve been unburdened for hours now.”

“Roran, you know I’m lazy by nature.” I breathed an intense and short flame from my lips that only traveled several inches to rapidly evaporate the water beading my face.

“You didn’t used to be.” Roran wistfully commented and I scrunched my brow at his meaning. Oh. Right. My past self, which had in the past month become even less relevant. My memories were coming and going. I am Shimmer, Dragon of Roran, my Rider. I need nothing else. My past is past and history may be valuable, but so long as Roran has recorded mine and learned from it, then I am happy. “Come now, take your alternate form so you can come inside.”

“But it is so nice out here. I am content to remain lounging in the grass of this courtyard.” I idly complained, but Roran pouted at me and I huffed at my handsome Rider using his pretty face to manipulate me. I obeyed and crawled out in the nude from under my tent-sized saddle. I stood just slightly shorter than Roran. I had assumed I’d finished growing, but it seems Brom hadn’t covered enough about my body in his teachings.

“Better.” He said with a slight blush, which made me smirk and purr loud enough for my rumbling chest to be heard. It was getting harder not to give in and finally consummate my deepest emotions for my Rider. We both loved Katrina, she loved us both. She and Roran had even spoken about us all getting married rather than just the two of them.

“You say that as if you had the guts to carry through with our desires.” I crooned and pressed my F-cup bust into his chest. I got to I-cups when I was so thoroughly aroused my body was begging for it, but I faintly remember that I once had a modest chest in my previous life and constantly envied bustier females for their fortune. I know now that if I wasn’t so strong and fit, that my bosom would be hurting my back. Thank goodness I have wings to offset their weight.

“I-uh-well…” I kissed my Rider’s jaw and giggled at his stammering.

“It is alright, Roran. Take your time. We have all the time in the world after all.” I then retrieved one of my nicer dresses, a silvery one. I shimmied it down over my body to be presentable and gave a twirl for my Rider. “Well, Roran?”

“As beautiful as always.” Roran managed to respond in the conditioned and honest manner he did whenever I asked for his opinion on my appearance. “Now, let’s get inside for dinner.” He offered his arm and I gladly accepted it, pressing the side of my left breast into his bicep.

“Certainly, Roran. You know I cannot resist a good meal.” My tummy rumbled and I shamelessly licked my chops eagerly. I am not entirely sure if I was as lazy and gluttonous in my previous life, but Roran didn’t mind and was even fond of my quirks, so I didn’t much care.

“Or a good lay.” Roran joked and I stuck my snout into the air. My promiscuous ways are entirely reasonable considering aside from Boone, that my regular trysts were only with Katrina and Nasuada. The latter was mostly her experimenting. “Now, behave at dinner, dear. I know it’s been several hours since you ate, but please remember the dining rules.”

Ugh! Dining etiquette! Nasuada taught me, but since it wasn’t something properly in use in Tronjheim, I never bothered to practice. “I’ll try, but no promises.” I muttered and looked around the interior of the castle’s keep as Roran guided me through it to the dining hall, where King Orrin at the head of the table was talking animatedly with our group along with Twilight and Diane. What is Diane doing here?

“Shimmy!” Diane gushed excitedly, bouncing in her dark red dress that went very well with her fur and mane tones as she approached me for an embrace, which I heartily returned. “You’ve got all lazy, miss shiny-scales! Maybe you should add some shake to your shimmy!”

“I believe I have more than enough shimmy and shake.” I purposefully wiggled my hips and jiggled my breasts in my low-cut dress with a saucy grin and Roran firmly squeezed my shoulder, so I rolled my eyes. “I have a morning training and exercise routine that I follow dutifully. I spend the rest of my time in leisure as is my want.”

“Why do you sound like a different person?” Twilight commented sadly and I sighed.

“Because my memories of my former life are fading. I know that I was once someone else. That I was a scholar, I still am if less invested in it. I enjoy a good read either non-fiction or fiction, but otherwise I fear I am not as focused on such things anymore.” I squeezed Roran’s bicep and proudly looked into his eyes. “My Rider has taken that part of me, for which I am immensely proud of him.” I nuzzled his neck and he blushed with a happy grin.

“I didn’t literally take it from her. She imbued it into me. I guess it was for the best since her memories have been fading over time. I still love her though and she’s still the same person, she’s just become much more relaxed.” Roran wrapped an arm around my waist and I crooned at the contact while enjoying the public affection.

“Draconic impulses.” Boone commented and made the others jump. Ah, so he’s at the end of the table eating food picked from the platters. “It’s not the first time we’ve seen instinct alter dragons in their later years. Greed impulses, want sickness, even Everlastings have yearning for places of mist. Your former self is in you, just buried under the new you.”

“It isn’t bad. It wasn’t painful or fear inspiring.” I said to the others who were still concerned. Nasuada had known about this rather personally, since I changed from a nervous and whiny scholar into a fairly calm and lax warrior. I am still intelligent mind you, but I’m not going to spend too much time learning more than what interests me. Like the cultural significance of the discovery of dredging iron from sand that caused the founding of the Dûrgrimst Ingeitum.

“Still, to see someone change so much in so short a time.” Twilight shook her head in regret. “I had hoped to speak to you more about your knowledge of science.”

“I’ll be glad to do that in her stead, since Shimmer’s interests are mostly in literature and purely history now.” Roran said before he pulled out a chair for me and I graciously took it.

“Oh, they always have been. Science and most other things were always secondary. They were things I needed to know to understand the history, or it was common knowledge.” I voiced while wondering what telling them about lighting or how to harness electricity would do. Just because I do not have a vested interest in learning more science doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten everything.

“It seems you should say that you’ve lost interest more than forgotten. You don’t sound Hollow.” Boone commented and I pointed at him with a nod. That seems more correct when it comes to knowledge.

“That applies to knowledge, but my memories of who I was before? Those are hard to grasp.” I clarified and then promptly grabbed the whole pig platter with a lick of my chops and tore off it’s left hind leg before Roran groaned and I froze with my jaw already half-closed around the chunk of meat almost half the size of my head. “Not Sowwy.”

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Mm, dinner was delicious. While the meat of the Beor Mountains is much more succulent, Surda has more spices available, so that was the most flavorful pork I’d eaten...well, ever. In both lives I think. I can’t recall if my past self ever had any pork that was so packed full of complex flavour.

My musings on meat were interrupted by bumping chest-to-chest with another female and we both grunted before backing away. “Sorry, my mind was still on dinner.” I apologized to the...whoa. She’s jacked. She’s easily as buff as Roran while being only slightly shorter than me. The blond-maned and orange-coated earth pony mare had these cute freckles on her cheeks and her green eyes were filled with an earnest aura.

“Naw, I should be the one apologizin’. I’m still tryin’ to come to terms with my new lot in life.” She wasn’t wearing a dress, or a maid uniform. She dressed like any average peasant like I tended to when not doing anything ‘official’. “The name’s Applejack. Proud co-owner of the Sweet Apple Acres orchard west outside the capital.” She extended her hand and I gladly shook it.

“Pleasure to meet you Applejack.” I looked down at her E-cup bosom, which was still fairly impressive compared to the majority of folks. It seemed only hale and hearty earth pony mares regularly reached such a cup-size. “Quite a pleasure. Mind you, my bosom is rather sensitive, so I apologize if I enjoyed our sudden meeting a bit much.” My admission made the mare blush on the cheeks and she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck.

“Aw, well, if that’s the case, mah girls liked the meetin’ too. Don’t want ya thinkin’ it was a bother fer me.” Applejack admitted and then looked past me. “Were Twi and Pinkie almost done in there?” Pinkie? Oh! She must mean Diane.

“I believe so, but why don’t I keep you company until they join you?” I leaned forward and pressed my breasts against hers on purpose this time, causing the mare to shyly bite her lip.

“Uh...sure. Why not. It’s been a while since I knocked boots. Hope ya don’t mind if I use rope.” Applejack smirked and I couldn’t turn her around to push her towards her room fast enough.