New Legacy

Ch.35

“What are you doing here?!” I hissed in a whisper-shout as I stretched my awareness around to see if anybody had spotted him. “I know you’re under oaths to Sombra, what could you possibly be here to talk about?”

“Oaths that don’t hold as well as that schemer thinks. We have loopholes. You’re far more powerful than me and one of my highest priorities from that monster is to preserve my own life above any other, even should Murtagh die.” The ruby dragon approached me and I nervously allowed him to run his hands over my fecund sides and breasts. “So beautiful...I should hope when all this is done, that you and I can help restore our people.”

“H-hey, I don’t mind the touching, but keep your head on Thorn. Why are you here?” I reminded the male who despite looking matured with his wings and all, was clearly still going through the potent early stages of draconic puberty that I had to suffer through. Saphira barely noticed because she was wrapped up in Eragon’s own pubescent issues while I had become a ball of repressed sexual energy and tension without many opportunities to masturbate.

“Right. I am here to tell you what I am able to. Cadenza is willing to abdicate for her freedom. The hearts despise him and the Heart still refuses him. Shruikan is an apathetic monster of sloth and gluttony. I cannot provide troop movements or anything pertaining to Sombra directly. Murtagh doesn’t blame you for allowing us to come to this fate when he chose to follow it from your foreknowledge. I thank you because you directed my Rider to me.” Thorn leaned in and I meekly let him chastely kiss my lips.

“Well, I just wish your suffering wasn’t required. Hopefully you two will have a happier future than the one I witnessed. What is The Heart though?” I questioned and Thorn seemed to consider something.

“It’s a rumor, a fantasy, a dream concocted by the fallen kingdom of Broddring. There is no such thing as a Crystal Heart.” Thorn enunciated several things sarcastically, but even that was enough to make him wince and sweat in pain.

“Thank you. Now return to Murtagh quickly.” I spun him around with one hand and spanked his tight athletic ass. I giggled at how he jumped and rubbed his butt with a pout and then took off, heading south low to the ground. Damn that guy is fine, he’ll be better when he finishes growing and he isn’t tormented by Sombra.

Now then, wasn’t I debating whether or not to dump all this cum out of me?

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“Woo~! So many books!” Roran cheered and I snorted in amusement over him being so excited over something that had upset him yesterday. I was lazing atop my boulder belly and boobs with the leather ‘tent’ cover for my saddle keeping me modest for people’s sensibilities while I watched him fish through the cart of books he’d retrieved from my expanded cleavage.

“Just remember that we’re only taking what we don’t already have copies of.” At least for non-fiction. The fiction literature I’d have to just pick and choose. I didn’t have a collection so much as borrowed books I either gave to others or returned to the source once done with them.

“I know, Shimmer, I’ve just become somewhat of a bibliophile since you imparted your knowledge to me. I’m still nowhere near as bad as Twilight though. King Orrin’s library is basically her’s by unspoken rules.” Roran smirked and continued sifting through the piles of books. “What is with all of these titles? I didn’t see these anywhere in Teirm.”

“Information suppression. Tyrants love to keep the populace dumb so they don’t have the brains to rebel.” I rested my chin on my crossed arms since my belly and boobs were a perfect bed right now. “You’ve gotten your hands on things that most people wouldn’t even know existed.”

“Well in this case I’m glad to have claimed these spoils. I’ll have a lot of work ahead of me copying these books for redistribution. At least I know Fairth well enough to quicken the process.” Roran paused and held up a tome before approaching me and holding it-. “This seems familiar.”

“Huh?” I asked with a look at the book, which had an illustration of a clear blue crystal, maybe beryl, carved into a beautiful heart shape. “The Crystal Heart. Roran, read it!”

“You know it?” Roran asked before opening the book up and he began reading.

“I got an unexpected visitor last night. Thorn, Murtagh’s dragon.” Roran tensed, but I sent my memories of the encounter to him. Seeing Thorn kiss and touch me annoyed him, but didn’t bother him otherwise. “As you saw, he told me a few things that he could get away with. The hardest one involved the Crystal Heart. Whatever it is, I assume it’s some sort of artificial Eldunari.”

“It is...this book details it fairly well. It’s mostly a second-hand account of it’s conception and construction, so it doesn’t really provide the process to make one. However, it does describe it well enough for me to see that it is in fact one of the greatest secrets of the Riders. It was meant to be a unified Eldunari that linked to all dragons, to act as a communication relay initially.

“It just grew from there. However, it Bonded to the royal family of Broddring due to their close work with it. It changed then, growing into something more profound. It was growing into a Heart-of-Hearts that linked the people of the kingdom together, not just Riders and their dragons. Before it could achieve this though, the author took his notes and fled from the Forsworn, publishing this book as a way to rebel. This may be one of the only remaining copies.”

I looked at the book while Roran flipped back to the first page. He then walked away to read more in-depth and I sighed from atop my belly-booby bed before closing my eyes to take a nap. I have a chance to not stress, I’m going to take it while my Rider got his snout stuck in a book.

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Later that day Roran woke me from my nap and told me to be presentable, so I reluctantly shrunk my assets and gut down to normal and wore one of my courtly dresses from my time as Nasuada’s temporary lady-in-waiting to head into Gil’ead. Seeing me dressed so regally and being a normal stature in this form seemed to throw people off, causing them to not really know how to respond to my presence.

I just wish I didn’t have to go with a black dress to match my collar, because I looked like I was going on a date I expected to get lucky on rather than attending some political malarkey that we had to be involved in. Still, seeing so many confused stallions appreciating my body gave me yet another ego boost. I should be careful, or I’ll become as vain as my sister.

“You look beautiful, Shimmer.” Roran whispered to me as he led me into the castle. He wore his full suit of polished armor save the helmet and I had an arm locked with his, pressing the side of my bust into his bicep. He said he was instructed to wear his armor because he was here in the capacity of a warrior, not a politician. Still politics to me, all this humbug.

“You look handsome, Roran.” I whispered back and had my tail wrap around his waist to pull him into a side-hug while keeping my arms where they were supposed to be. “I still miss your beard though.” Katrina was right. He looked better with facial hair, all rugged and masculine.

“Trust me, as soon as I don’t have to worry about elks scoffing at me I will grow it back. Between us, I feel like you’re the only one they actually respect since I prefer everything warg over elk.” Roran’s words made me wrinkle my snout in displeasure. My Rider is part of me. Not respecting him is the same as not respecting me. Ass-backwards hippie anthro-elves! I am of the same mind as my Rider, why do you respect me so much?!

Anyway, at least this wasn’t some proper court going on. We weren’t introduced or called in, just guided into the throne room where General Taeral had a desk put in front of the posh gilded chair the former Lord of Gil’ead sat before he was executed. “Master Roran, Lady Shinescales. I hope you have gotten your rest, because I’m afraid things have taken an unfortunate turn.”

“What has happened?” Roran questioned after I released him from my embrace and stood to the side so he could be singled out. Any opportunity to not be the center of attention I’ll gladly take.

“We have lost a caravan that was traveling through the Spine from Narda. We fear it is yaks, but we’re not ruling out any of Sombra’s special forces. This caravan was carrying paramount supplies that we need.” Taeral looked sharply at me and I cringed. Oh no!

“We’ll look into it immediately. I didn’t go into the Spine like my brother, but we’ll scour the whole mountain range if we have to.” Roran declared and I nodded hurriedly.

“Then go. There is no time to dally. The only reason we got this news before Master Oromis is because Gil’ead was taken first and thus the scouts prioritized us. We’ll hold Gil’ead, good hunting.” Taeral stated and I cursed my nice dress since I couldn’t sprint without potentially ripping it as we hurried from the throne room to a window and took flight immediately.

“This is a disaster! If it was carrying what I think it was, then that caravan holds the future of the Riders!” All of those eggs that could be moved! All of the Eldunarya! The chance to defeat Sombra!

“Then we better hope it wasn’t Sombra’s agents and if it is yaks, then they haven’t smashed and eaten the eggs.” Roran snarled and I felt growing fury in my Heart-of-Hearts at the concept.

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At my full size and in my feral form, flying across the plains from Gil’ead to the Spine was laughably fast. Thankfully the ‘tent’ cover for my saddle could be tightened down, allowing Roran to ride without the roaring wind lashing at him. I kept on course for Narda since the caravan would have passed through the nearest accessible point.

I noticed Daret far below and gave a distant visual scan of the besieged village. It didn’t look like a second Yazuac, so hopefully the people were okay. I don’t have the time to swoop down and help, so bothering to check further would have been a waste of precious time. That said, I could see a faint trail from Daret that led in the direction I was flying, so the village was a stopping point on this less-traveled path.

The moment I hit the Spine, I followed the pass that the trail led to and found the wreckage soon enough. I swooped down and the moment I pulled up to hover, Roran opened the flap on the leather tent and dove down to check while I transformed and shrunk down to follow. “Damn it. At least it wasn’t Sombra’s people.” Thanks Roran, the heads mounted on spikes weren’t clues.

“Let’s get looking. You search for anything that could lead us to the yaks that did this and I’ll scour the wreckage.” I snarled and Roran didn’t even protest. One of the few things that really fucking got to me was something endangering children of any species sapient or not.

I tore apart the overturned carriage and yanked open the smashed crates to find hay, but no eggs, not even shell fragments. I did the same for the rest of the three carts and barely restrained a wrathful roar of fury. “Roran, I hope for their sake that you’ve found something!” Those unborn children, finally having a chance, now possibly dead because of my meddling!

“The yaks cover their tracks here disturbingly well. If I didn’t have wings now, I wouldn’t have found anything. Come to me.” Roran replied and I promptly followed his essence like the beacon it was to me. I reached him before he finished his tracking and together we hid on a ridge overlooking a yak village.

Unlike what I expected, it wasn’t showered in gore and the carcasses of their victims. It looked like any other tribal village if said tribal village also had a smithy and a terrace farm growing oats. Here was where I saw yak females for the first time. The naks, because female yaks are called naks while males are yaks, annoying, were just as physically imposing as their males.

The heifers stood easily 8 feet tall compared to their 9 foot average yak counterparts and had massive mams. We’re talking real gadonkers, a couple of gohongabaloogs. If I didn’t have a bigger pair myself, I’d be feeling breast envy again. My breast fixation aside, they seemed to be polishing the eggs they’d stolen and carefully placing them in a big nest where several huge emu-like chickens were keeping them warm. What is going on here?

Our bemusement was enhanced when an elderly nak emerged-whoa. Huh? When naks get older, instead of sagging their boobs shrink? Guh, damn boob fixation! Anyway, she emerged from a yurt and bellowed grandly in some guttural language. It was her gesturing with a huge staff that revealed the yaks had used the Eldunarya in their tribal mystic fetishes.

My old life’s desire to witness their society was intense, but my current life’s need to rescue the eggs and the Eldunarya superseded that. “Do you have any plans besides my impulse to just try a Smash and Grab?” I asked my Rider desperately and realized he was deep in a psychic fugue. He must already be up to something then.

After a minute of the apparent spiritual leader of the village chanting and going on, Roran stood and cracked his neck before retrieving his helmet and mace. “Follow my lead.” Roran dove down to the entrance of the village, causing the guards to bellow and charge, but before I could intervene, Roran simply dove in between them, smashed the knee of the one on his right, ducked under the swing of the one on the left and smashed his mace into the shoulder of the other’s weapon arm.

With those two down, he strode into the village as bold as can be in his polished steel armor and held his mace forwards at the shamaness before haltingly shouting at them in their own language. H-holy fuck. Roran is so hot right now, but what is he doing?!

Whatever he said, the yaks all formed a wide circle with their weapons ready while the naks took the calves and fragile objects away. The nak with the staff waited while a 12 foot tall yak emerged from the largest yurt hut and strode towards the scene with a massive club made from a young tree with the roots wrapped around and bound to a solid block of stone on his shoulder.

“Roran, please tell me you didn’t just challenge that guy?! He looks like he could eat you alive!” I fretted, but he didn’t respond, simply holstered his mace and retrieved his Lucerne from his satchel, which clearly unsettled the yaks, but they kept their distance as he twirled his polearm.

The chieftain, or just the toughest warrior, nearly booted a few yaks out of his way to enter the circle and bellowed in their primitive language at Roran, to which he nodded. With a snort, the giant swung his club. Roran dashed under the swing and brought his weapon up in a broad swing, which while telegraphed, had too much reach for the yak to evade.

The giant grunted and pressed his fur into the bleeding puncture wound the sharp beak of Roran’s armor-penetrating polearm caused and then went for a sweep, which Roran jumped over, but didn’t open his wings. He retaliated by jabbing the pommel of his lucerne into the yak’s chest, which didn’t penetrate his leather vest, but did stagger him.

Roran didn’t wait this time, he swung up, hooked the beak of his weapon on the yak’s horn, then pulled himself up since his opponent was easily thrice his weight and nearly twice his height. He used the momentum to swing over the yak’s shoulder and grabbed the haft of his weapon, using his body weight and strength to pull it against the Yak’s throat.

The giant gagged and dropped his club, trying to pull Roran off, but he’d hooked his legs under the giant’s pits and kept pulling. The thickly furred brute fell to his knees and struggled a few more minutes, but eventually he passed out and collapsed onto his face. Roran let go of his hopefully not crushed weapon and stood on the giant’s back with his hand on the head of his mace and panting for breath.

Cheers erupted from the yaks and they all put away their weapons, even seeming to congratulate him! I know the Urgals that these yaks have replaced were a combat-driven society, but seriously? I huffed and flew back up to my perch, realizing that since I hadn’t been noticed, I should probably just wait until Roran had this resolved.

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“I can’t believe all you did was barge in after possibly permanently crippling two of them and challenge their strongest warrior to a duel, then when you won they just gave you the eggs and Eldunarya!” I gushed at him in a mixture of exasperation and excitement. My badass Rider just pulled a total Gary Stu moment!

“I made it clear that they belonged to me and that I was reclaiming them whether or not they would give them back. I did also tell them that a new future of Riders was coming and if they were willing to integrate with squishy weaker society, then they too could count themselves among us. They knew what the eggs were, which was why they were caring for and protecting them, but they didn’t understand that they can’t hatch for them yet.” Roran clarified from his place next to me as we walked the path.

It was getting late, neither of us wanted to fly and the Spine was surprisingly pleasant and reminded us both of the Beors, just less overwhelmingly gigantic.

“So they wanted to be Riders? How did they know that the ponies running the caravan from Narda had the eggs and Eldunarya?” I asked worriedly and Roran huffed.

“They didn’t. They were just raiding like usual and discovered what they thought was good fortune. I didn’t promise them anything, but I did tell them that if their southern tribes were allied with us as expected, then they’ll be joining the Rider Pact once the war is over.” Roran pulled me into a side-hug, which was kinda musty in the sweat, blood and overly familiar hugs and congratulatory shoulder-pats from boisterous yaks.

“Ew, wash up before getting too close again. You were incredibly sexy back there and I’ll be sharing the memory with both Katrina and Kala whenever we return to them, but ew. Not now.” I gently pushed him away and he chuckled with a wipe of some dried blood from his opponent on his chestplate. Unlike his armor, his lucerne didn’t survive the duel, so it’d need repairs.

“Fair enough. I am rather rank. If we were willing to fly for an hour before it gets dark, we could make it to Fläm Lake.” Roran’s words made me whine. I don’t want to fly anymore! My wings ache!

“Eugh, just climb into my storage then and use the soap and water in there to clean up. I’ll freshen up too if you pass me some.” I pulled up my tunic and expanded my breasts to allow him to step into my storage. I then shrunk back down and bore with the stink in my cleavage until his bare hands emerged with damp soap and rubbed my chest himself. “Oh! Thanks!”

“No problem. I’ll sleep in here for the night. Get comfortable however you want, Shimmer.” Roran’s soap-bearing hand retreated and I yawned before I took flight with a bit of protest to myself and looked for a good alcove. I found one quickly and flew into it before getting naked and letting my still cumflated belly and enormous boobs out to sleep on my body bed.

Knowing how things were at the moment, I could only hope that things continued apace. As much as I detest Nasuada needing to suffer and Murtagh too, it was their suffering that ultimately led to Murtagh’s True Name changing and allowing him to defy Galbatorix that should let him do the same with Sombra. These thoughts kept me up for a bit, but eventually Roran’s slumbering mind drew me in and we shared the bliss of dreams together.