Thursday, February 16, 2017

INDEX of Topics


INDEX current as of 15 February 2017

ADVICE for Writers
The Writer's Obligation by Wendell Berry
Advise for Writers by Elizabeth Gilbert
Writer's Block. No Problem
John Scalzi Speaks to Young Writers
Meter and English Language Poetry
8 Ways to Stimulate Creative Writing
Floating a Book Proposal
Print-on-Demand Self-Publishing
Commissioned Work Can Be Rejected
Poetry Dances by Ed Pacht
Interview with Orhan Pamuk
Hope Ellen Rapson Reflects on her Classical Education


ASSIGNMENTS/LESSON PLANS for Writing Teachers
The Challenges Writing Teachers Face
Depicting Violence in Fiction
Use Poetry to Teach Parts of Speech
Virtual Non-Reality
The Problem of Suffering
Creative Tension Between Plot and Theme
Building Student Portfolios
Focus on Details
Opening Paragraphs That Rock
Priming the Poetry Pump
Poetry Experiment
The Fiction Germs That Spreads
Scholarly Reflection Produces Poem
Evocative Poetry
From News Report to Poem
Want to Write Poetry? Read Literature!
What Makes a Good Short Story?
Poems Are Orange Juice Concentrate
Hope Rapson Offers Writing Instruction
A Poetry Experiment
Ana Maria Matute's Childhood (in Spanish)


BOOKS

Adult
James Bernstein
    James Bernstein's New Book

Kate Breslin
    In Defense of Kate Breslin's For Such A Time

Cynthia Erlandson
    These Holy Mysteries

Naguib Mahfouz
    The Cairo Trilogy

Ed Pacht
    Sylvanus Anonymus of the Greenfriars

Luci Shaw
    Harvesting Fog

Rayanne Sinclair
    Beso Dulce
    Steal Away
    Page Turner
    Flight Risk


Juvenile
Jackie French
   The Girl From Snowy River

Elizabeth Laird
   Hiding Out

Nick Muzekari  
   A Gift For Matthew


READING PREFERENCES
Psychometrics of Mystery Writers
Why Read Old Books? by Victor Davis Hanson
Favorite Orthodox Reading
Old and Relevant


CONTESTS
Random Word Poetry Contest (2015)
Chandler Hamby Wins the Short Story Extension Contest
Short Story Contest (2013)
Contest Winners (2011)
Random Word List Poetry Context (2009)
From Random to Reason (2008)
Arabic Prince of Poets Contest
Cheese Poem Contest
Spanish Short Shorts Contest Winners


ESSAYS
In The Spring by Guy De Maupassant           
Who Were the Linkings?
JRR Tolkien: Hope for the Older Writer
Tolkien's Masterpiece (excerpt) by Rossko
C.S. Lewis Explains the Allegory of Narnia
Stories Don't Hold Still, Ed Pacht
Spirituality-Lite is a Hot Commodity by Bronwyn Lea
Chesterton on the Value of Detective Stories
Chesterton on Premature Celebrations of Christmas
Charles Williams as Literary Critic by Stephen Barber
Mark Twain 100 Years Later
Dorothy Sayers: A Mind of Her Own by Alice C. Linsley
Who is Sunday? Who is Thursday? by Alice C. Linsley
Divorce Episcopal Style by Alice C. Linsley
Prince Caspian: Taking the Right Path by Connie Looney Cassels
C.S. Lewis on the Resurrection
Be True to the Truth At Your Core
Pen Pecked Dreamers by Alice C. Linsley
Religious Themes in Writing
Of Wasps and Darwin by William Henry Hudson (1841-1922)
The Knocking at the Gate in Macbeth by Thomas De Quincey
On Unamuno's Prayer of the Atheist
On Childhood: Before the "Dark Hour of Reason"
Herding Pigs by Gwyneth Berry
Kayaking by Hannah O’Malley


HALLOWEEN
Halloween or All Saints?


HUMOR
The Frustration of Jonah
Meditation on a Broomstick
Eve's Diary (According to Mark Twain)


JOURNALING
The Writer's Journal


MEMORIALS
Seamus Heaney Died Today
Kaleem Omar RIP


POEMS (listed alphabetically by topic or author)

Acrostic poems

Belshazzar's Wall by Ed Pacht
Hannah's Acrostic by Hannah Mulliken
How I Love Ice Cream (Spanish acrostic) by Hannah Mulliken
Acrostic for Hannah Mulliken by Ed Pacht
Color Me Thankful by Haley Grace Hall

Africa
Trying Not to Be Too Sunny by Mary Harwell Sayler
The Africa Chesterton Never Knew by Alice C. Linsley

Alice C. Linsley's poems
Tribute
Athos Tabernacle
Hard to Love
Mystic Exile

Ancient Monuments
Ziggurat (and Helix) by Amy Chai
Two Cities by Peter Mullen

Astronomy
Canis Major by Robert Frost
Reflections of the Chabot Observatory by Edna Linsley Gressitt
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer by Walt Whitman

Autumn
Autumn Daybreak by Edna St. Vincent Millay
October by William Cullen Bryant
Autumn Pentecost by Cynthia Erlandson

Bananas
Banana Man by Ansil Williams (Trinidad and Tobago)

Birds
Morning Birdsong by Sam Whitaker
A Blackbird Singing by R.S. Thomas
May my heart always be open to little birds by E.E. Cummings
Care of Birds For Their Young by James Thomson
Windbound by Lydia Emeric

Boy Scouts
The Boy Scout's Mother to Her Friends by Edna Linsley Gressitt

Camping
Camping by Ashlynn Watkins

Cats
The Final Redemption of Cats by Dorothy L. Sayers
In Memory of Max, My Kissing Kitty

Cheese
Poems About Cheese

Christ
Christ the Redeemer of All, poem by St. Ambrose of Milan
Surrender by Peter Ould
Jesus and the Concrete Jungle
The Pursuit by John C. Nichols

Christmas
Did You Know? by Shelby Stuart
A Song of Gifts to God by G.K. Chesterton
The House of Christmas by G.K. Chesterton
The Three Wisemen by G.K. Chesterton
Christmas Poems by George Herbert
Hypostasis by Hope Ellen Rapson
A Stable Should Suffice

Church
Raymond Foss: New Hampshire Poet

Competing
Trophy by Curtis Surovy

Daily Routine
Tedium by Ransford Laryea
Tuesday Morning by Matthew Morgan

Dogs
Poem About Dog Sledding by Curtis Surovy
My Party by Ed Pacht
Topaz's Misadventure by Miriam Parrish

Doors
Doors Close by Mason O'Connor
Houses, Gates and Doors

Ed Pacht's poems
Go Ye Into the City
Fire Screaming in the Sky
Pain Like Broken Bones
A Really Big Party
Mass of the Visitation
Lament for the Hills
Reflections on Screaming Fire
The Rose
Spoiled Milk
Why Do I Write?
Acrostic for Hannah Mulliken
Leah's Burden
Love-Soaked Road
Ed Pacht Captures Mickey Blue Eyes
Novum Ordo
From Random to Reason
Ed Pacht: New Hampshire Poet
The Precious Wood
A Hard Lent
Rain
Wise Men Follow

Easter
Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen by George Herbert
Easter Monday ("Bright Monday") by Cynthia Erlandson
Genesis 3:15: What Easter is About by Dior Hartje and Courtney Rupp
Bunny Joy by Piper Todd
A Blessed Easter

Existentialism
The Prayer of the Atheist by Miguel de Unamuno

Fish/Fishing
Trout by Kaleem Omar

Forgiveness/Compassion
My Perfect Neighbor by Alice C. Linsley

Gardens
Digging by Seamus Heaney
Faint Remembrance of Paradise by Hannah Mulliken

Graves/Graveyards
Robert Frost on a Disused Graveyard

Hiking
The Hike by Mallory Phillips

Home/Homeless
My Childhood's Home by Abraham Lincoln
Homeless in LA by Matthew Morgan

Humans/Humanity
On Being Human by C.S. Lewis

Internet
Temptation in the Wired Wilderness by Holly Ordway

King Arthur/Arthurian Legend
Taliessen (excerpt) by Charles Williams

Lenten Meditations
Stepping Out From the Shadows by Amy Bridges
Pride Halts Progress by Andrew Calvert
Beyond One's Self by Zach Esenbock
Making a Place For Love by Rick Childress
Looking Past the Haze by Nelson Lane
A Hard Lent by Ed Pacht

Love
What God's Love Can Do by Hope Ellen Rapson
Lope de Vega on Love

Mountains
The Mountains by Edward Muir
Alone Looking at the Mountain by Li Po
Returning to Songshan Mountain by Wang Wei
Lament for the Hills by Ed Pacht

Mystics
Mystic Exile by Alice C. Linsley
Prophet's Payday by John C. Nichols

Myths
Anthropologic Study of True Myths by Matushka Elizabeth Perdomo

Odes
Ode to Marian Anderson by Ransford Laryea

Pain and Suffering
Pain Like Broken Bones by Ed Pacht
Affliction by George Herbert
Canto XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu by Pablo Neruda

Pantoum
Do I Really Want to Know? by Martiese Morone
Windbound by Lydia Emeric

Patriotic
We Who Prayed and Wept by Wendell Berry
Poems and Songs for Memorial Day
Fourth of July poem "Screaming Fire" by Chandler Hamby

Prayer/Worship
Possible Answers to Prayer by Scott Cairns
Missa Cantata by Evelyn Underhill
Mass on the Feast of Transfiguration by Ed Pacht

Prison
John Bekkos in Jail by Peter Gilbert

Rain
Waiting for the Spring Rain by Ed Pacht
Rain by Hannah O'Malley

Redemption
The Final Redemption of Cats by Dorothy L. Sayers

Religious
St. Cecilia's Song by Ursula Vaughan Williams
Espiritu by Rayanne Sinclair
Ave Maria Gratia Plena by Oscar Wilde
Religious Poetry

Roses
The Rose by Ed Pacht

Sea
View of the Sea by Justin Clements
The Farmer and the Sea by Wendell Berry
Funeral by the Sea by Chandler Hamby
Sailing by Gwyneth Elaine Berry

Snow
The Hope of New Snow by Dior Hartje
Winter's Alliteration by Justin Clements

Spring
[in Just-] by E.E. Cummings
Unfailing Spring by Savannah Baker, Lydia Emeric, Jordan Romain
Yearning for Spring After a Hard Winter, a poem by Sue Smith
When Spring Dons Her Flowers
A Cold Spring by Elizabeth Bishop
Hold Fast to Good Things

Summer
August by Lizette Woodworth Reese

Texas
Texas Hill Country by Matushka Elizabeth Perdomo

Thanksgiving
Acrostic to Celebrate Thanksgiving by Haley Grace Hall

Time
On Time by John Milton
Time by Callula Xu

Tropical Islands
The Tropics by Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
Night By the River by Arjane rona Cruz Torres (The Philippines)
Banana Man by Ansil Williams (Trinidad and Tobago)

Women
On Vain and Shallow Women
Cardenal's Prayer for Marlyn Monroe

Winter
Winter's Alliteration by Justin Clements


SERMONS
Zacchaeus and Jesus by Tatiana Kopchuk
Fulfillment of Genesis 3:15 (excerpt) Fr. John Hunwicke’s Christmas homily at St Thomas’ Oxford
Spurgeon's 1885 New Year's Sermon
Peter Marshall on the American Dream


SHORT STORIES
The Flint Knife by Jordan Romain
Solitary by Alice C. Linsley
The Boy and the Jewel that Made Him King by Hannah Mulliken
Soft Thorns by Chandler Hamby
El disastre en el campo por Victoria Bastin
The Hand of God, Kristy Robinson Horine
A causa de mi papa por Anthony Morello
El payaso y la abeja por Benjamin Guzicki
Mi tio en un lio por Kelsey Lamb
La dependiente vigilante por Brittany Cole
El pescado prevido por Katie Tierney
Un cambio de fortuna por Taylor Goodlett
Mi perro afortunado por Sheila Holsclaw
El padre equivocado por Suzannne Casey
La obsesión del conductor por Kelsie Doss
Siempre feliz por Daniel Lyons


TESTIMONY
A Dancing Disciple
I am Persuaded
Loving God With My Mind


WEEKLY QUOTES
Saul Bellow
Jose Luis Borges
Charlotte Brontë
Rita Mae Brown
G.K. Chesterton on Divine Frivolity
Annie Dillard
Fannie Hurst
Dorothy Parker
Ayn Rand's Claim to Be Unique
Carl Sandburg
John Saul
Dorothy Sayers
Mary Heaton Vorse


WORKS of GREAT WRITERS

Wendell Berry
Be Not Ashamed
The Old Elm Tree By the River
The Writer's Obligation
The Farmer and the Sea
The Stones
The Farm (excerpt)

Jose Luis Borges
Remembering Jose Luis Borges
"Merely a Man of Letters" Jose Luis Borges: An interview

William Cullen Bryant
Autumn Daybreak

Scott Cairns
Possible Answers to Prayer
Scott Cairns Explores Reality Through Poetry
On Slow Learning

Ernesto Cardenal
Prayer for Marilyn Monroe

G.K. Chesterton
Chesterton on the Value of Detective Stories
Chesterton on the Kingdom of Heaven
Who is Sunday? Who is Thursday?
Christmas Day
On Premature Celebrations of Christmas
The Wise Men
The Donkey's Greatest Moment
St. G.K. Chesterton
The Three Wisemen
The Africa Chesterton Never Knew
The House of Christmas

Joseph Conrad
The Censorship of Plays in Great Britain
Joseph Conrad's The Censor of Plays

E.E. Cummings
May my heart always be open to little birds

Dante
Dante's Creed

Charles Dickens
Dickens on English Churches

Annie Dillard
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Dostoevsky's Orthodox Convictional Faith by Dimitru Sevastian
Dostoevsky's Confession

John Finlay 
On Rembrandt's Portrait of an Old Man Reading the Scriptures

Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Haunted Mind

Ernest Hemingway
For Whom the Bell Tolls

George Herbert
Affliction
The Pearl
Prayer the Churches Banquet
O! Let me rise

W.H. Hudson
Of Wasps and Darwin

Juana de Ibarbarou
About Juana de Ibarbarou (in Spanish)
Reconquista

John Keats
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket

C.S. Lewis
The Humanitarian Theory of Punishment
C.S. Lewis Explains the Allegory of Narnia
Lewis' Impressions of Billy Graham
Hedonism in the Chronicles of Narnia
On Being Human

García LorcaThe Lament of the Guitar

Ana Maria Matute
About Ana Maria Matute (in Spanish)

Edna St.Vincent Millay
Autumn Daybreak

John Milton
Milton's Rational Lost Angel (excerpt from Paradise Lost)
The Rivers of Eden (excerpt from Paradise Lost)
On Time

Pablo Neruda
Canto XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Children's Hour

Octavio Paz
Wind, Water and Stone

Rainer Maria Rilke
In the Beginning
Adam
Eve

Dorothy Sayers
The Lost Tools of Learning
Response to Dorothy Sayers' Lost Tools by Alice C. Linsley
Last Morning in Oxford
The Final Redemption of Cats

William Shakespeare
Famous Shakespeare Quotes
Shakespeare Lost in Translation, excerpt from Laura Bohannan's "Miching Mallecho, That Means Witchcraft" Magic, Witchcraft, and Curing. University of Texas Press.

Jonathan Swift
Meditation on a Broomstick

R.S. Thomas
A Blackbird Singing
Cain

Hunter Stockton Thompson

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

A Cold Spring





A cold spring:
the violet was flawed on the lawn.
For two weeks or more the trees hesitated;
the little leaves waited,
carefully indicating their characteristics.
Finally a grave green dust
settled over your big and aimless hills.
One day, in a chill white blast of sunshine,
on the side of one a calf was born.
The mother stopped lowing
and took a long time eating the after-birth,
a wretched flag,
but the calf got up promptly
and seemed inclined to feel gay.

The next day
was much warmer.
Greenish-white dogwood infiltrated the wood,
each petal burned, apparently, by a cigarette-butt;
and the blurred redbud stood
beside it, motionless, but almost more
like movement than any placeable color.
Four deer practiced leaping over your fences.
The infant oak-leaves swung through the sober oak.
Song-sparrows were wound up for the summer,
and in the maple the complementary cardinal
cracked a whip, and the sleeper awoke,
stretching miles of green limbs from the south.
In his cap the lilacs whitened,
then one day they fell like snow.
Now, in the evening,
a new moon comes.
The hills grow softer. Tufts of long grass show
where each cow-flop lies.
The bull-frogs are sounding,
slack strings plucked by heavy thumbs.

Beneath the light, against your white front door,
the smallest moths, like Chinese fans,
flatten themselves, silver and silver-gilt
over pale yellow, orange, or gray.
Now, from the thick grass, the fireflies
begin to rise:
up, then down, then up again:
lit on the ascending flight,
drifting simultaneously to the same height,
–exactly like the bubbles in champagne.
–Later on they rise much higher.
And your shadowy pastures will be able to offer
these particular glowing tributes
every evening now throughout the summer.

--Elizabeth Bishop


Friday, January 6, 2017

A New Year and Open Doors



Doors

In varied shapes, sizes, and hues
A myriad from which to choose
Some stay closed; others open wide.
We all approach and decide
Which ones on which to knock,
But carry no key for any lock
That bars opportunities
Or presents impossibilities.


This New Year, is a door that’s opening,
Filling hearts and minds with hoping…
Oh, Creator God of Mysteries,
Only You hold all those keys.
We, mortals trapped in time,
Struggle your loving ways to mime;
Open doors that reveal your Face,
Fill this year with your Mercy and Grace!


Hope Ellen Rapson - January 2017


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

How Far to Bethlehem?

Snowy Bethlehem

How Far Is It To Bethlehem?
by Frances Alice Blogg Chesterton (wife of G.K. Chesterton)

How far is it to Bethlehem?
Not very far.
Shall we find the stable room
Lit by a star?

Can we see the little Child?
Is He within?
If we lift the wooden latch
May we go in?

May we stroke the creatures there
Ox, ass, or sheep?
May we peep like them and see
Jesus asleep?

If we touch His tiny hand
Will He awake?
Will He know we’ve come so far
Just for His sake?

Great kings have precious gifts
And we have naught
Little smiles and little tears
Are all we have brought.

For all weary children
Mary must weep
Here, on His bed of straw
Sleep, children, sleep.

God in His mother’s arms
Babes in the byre
Sleep, as they sleep who find
Their heart’s desire.


Related reading: Frances Chesterton; G.K. Chesterton's A Song of Gifts to God; G.K. Chesterton's The Wise Men; G.K. Chesterton's The House of Christmas


Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Four Diamante Poems


These diamante poems were written by students in a summer poetry class led by Hope Ellen Rapson.

A diamante is a seven line poem, shaped like a diamond. It is a poem of oppositions which works toward the middle.


Time
By Tabitha Bolen (age 12)

Sunrise
Sun, light
Smiling, playing, laughing
Morning, noon, evening, midnight
Lurking, looming, creeping,
Moon, dark
Nightfall



Salvation
By Ian Paul Neff (age 13)

Man
Stubborn, selfish
Living, sinning, dying
Condemned, saved, reborn, sent
Watching, praying, protecting
Almighty, selfless
God



Growth
By Avery Craddock (age 12)

Acorn
Small, weak
Sprouting, growing, changing
Water, sunlight, nest, squirrels
Standing, thriving, living
Tall, strong
Oak



Transformation
By Katherine Ruth Neff (age 12)

Ice
White and cold
Chilling, cooling, freezing
Solid, water, boil, steam
Heating, scorching, burning
Red and hot
Fire


Related reading: Fulton Bryant's Diamante; Madeline Smith's Diamante


Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Poems About Camping and Hiking




Students often have delightful observations of their experiences outdoors. These poems follow a rubric that requires 3 infinitives, 3 gerunds, and 3 verb-based adjectives that end in ed or en.

Camping

To enjoy the fire’s warmth
To smell the smoky flame
To savor the gooey marshmallows
    We begin the night.


Singing hilarious songs
Swatting unbearable mosquitoes
Playing word games
    We bond together.


Smoked fish on the grill
Pinned tents around the fire
Scared kids within their blankets,
   Stories overcome sleep.

--Ashlynn Watkins



The Hike

To inhale the crisp air,
To observe the leafy canopy,
To hear the joyful birds,
   We hike the mountains.


Climbing boundless boulders,
Traversing unspoiled creeks,
Following winding paths,
   We relish the journey.


Inspired freedom during relentless pursuit,
Delighted wonder within our souls
Forgotten stress regarding daily burdens,
   We cherish God’s handiwork.

--Mallory Phillips



Tuesday, July 12, 2016

A LEGEND OF ELADRIENIA AND DEATHSTROKE

Murtagh and Thorn
Drawing by Mary Cullen.
"My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts."— Murtagh

By Gabrielle A. Hartenstein
Grade 6


Once there was a girl. Her name was Eladrienia. She was a bright girl of 15, but she always had her head in the clouds. She heard stories of dragons and elves and the famous rider, Eragon. She always imagined herself riding on top of a dragon and fighting with the elves against the evil King Lucifer. One day when Eladrienia went to fetch water, she heard an agonizing cry. She followed the sound to find an injured baby dragon. The dragon looked at her with navy eyes as big as diamonds.

‘’Hey there…you’re going to be all right…just hold still while I rap up this nasty wound,’’ Eladrienia explained cautiously. Eladrienia ripped a piece of her dress off and rapped it around the dragon's wound. ‘’There you go.’’ Eladrienia answered.

The dragon was black as night. The thing that troubled Eladrienia was that dragons do not just show up. They usually hatch from eggs, when the one they chose as their rider finds them. This one was already hatched, but alone. "Okay, you go now," Eladrienia responded. She went back to her jug but when she turned around the dragon was still there. “You really need to go,’’ Eladrienia explained.

As she began to walk home, she could hear the dragon trudging behind her.

"Please go away, you will get hurt if you are with me, or worse taken to Lucifer!’"

The dragon just stared at her.

"Okay you can come, but you have to be quiet."

So she put the dragon in her pack and set off carefully. When she arrived at her home, she gave the water to her aunt and went to her room. Eladrienia pulled out the baby dragon and set it on her bed. She made sure that the door and the blinds were shut. She sat on her bed and stared at the dragon. The dragon walked over to her and snuggled up against her shoulder, then it felt like fire to Eladrienia and she blacked out.

When Eladrienia woke up the dragon looked at her curiously, she felt different. She walked over to her looking glass. She gasped. She almost looked like an elf; and she had a weird scar on her shoulder.

"Bree! Dinner Time!" yelled her Aunt Lilly.

"Coming!" Eladrienia yelled back but in a quiet voice then she commented to the dragon, “You stay here.”

She put another dress on to cover up the scar, and she put up her hair in a way that her ears were covered. After dinner, Eladrienia snuck some meat to her room for the dragon. She was playing with the dragon when there was a knock on the door. Eladrienia tried to hide the dragon a little bit and then she went to the door. When she opened the door, a lady with the black hair that was always watching her was standing there.

"Eladrienia, let me in your room,’’ the women explained. “We need to talk privately.’’

"Um…you cannot go in there.’’ Eladrienia said frantically, as she tried to block the door.

Surprisingly, the women had enough strength to grab Eladrienia’s wrist, push her, and shut the door. The women’s eyes grew big when she saw the dragon.

"It’s you?’’ she questioned. She looked at Eladrienia and turned back to the dragon. She held out her hand to show the same sign that was on Eladrienia’s shoulder.

"A rider!’’ Eladrienia said to herself.

The women walked over to Eladrienia and she ripped off the sleeve of her dress exposing the scar. Then she pulled down Eladrienia’s hair to reveal her pointed ears. "The prophecy is true,’’ the woman said,’’ I’m Arya, a rider and an elf. You are the prophesied one, and you are in grave danger. You have to come with me.’’

"Wait, Arya the elf that fought with Eragon?’’ Bree asked.

"Yes, and we have to get you to him, the Varden, and Ellesmèra to sail you there.’’ Arya vehemently exclaimed,’’ Have you named your dragon yet?’’

"No, because I do not know if it’s a boy or a girl?’’ Eladrienia answered.
"It’s a boy.’’ Arya stated dully.

“Then his name is Deathstroke.’’ Eladrienia replied.

Eladrienia went into her brother’s room and took some trousers and shirts. Arya and Eladrienia snuck out of the house. As they traveled, Eldrienia felt as her mind was exposed. They had little trouble except that Deathstroke grew too big for the bag he was riding in, so he flew above them in the clouds.

One night while sitting around the fire Bree felt something touch her mind.

“Eladrienia,’’ it said.

“Who is this?’’ Eladrienia asked.

“Deathstroke.’’

“You can hear me?’’

“Yes.’’

“Of course, I heard that dragons and the riders could talk with their minds.’’ Eladrienia explained excitedly.

Arya suddenly said, “I did not think the prophecy was true, and I found you. The weird thing is you appear similar like him.’’

“Like who?’’

“Eragon, well, when I first met him.’’

That was all they said to each other. During the time they were together, Arya taught Eladrienia to use magic and a sword. Eladrienia also started to ride Deathsrtoke. She decided that she liked to ride Deathstroke better than riding her horse.

One day as they were traveling Eladrienia asked, “What exactly does the prophecy say?’’

Arya was quiet for a moment. Then she replied, “The prophecy predicts that there will be a rider with the rider’s sign either his or her shoulder, and the dragon would be the as black as the sky. It also predicts that rider will defeat Lucifer.”

“Oh…but who will train me?’’

“Eragon. He will teach you to be fearless and strong.’’

“Why do I have to go to the Varden and Ellèsmera?’’

“Because we have to prove to Orik and Nasuada that the prophecy is true, and if we sail out from anywhere else but my home, Eragon will think we are intruders.’’

It was about a month or two before they arrived at the Varden.

“So the prophecy is true.’’ both Orik and Nasuada agreed.

“Yes, but I’m sure Lucifer has found out by now. That’s why I must get her to Ellesmèra and sail her out to Eragon before it’s too late,’’ Arya answered.

“Yes, hurry!’’ Nasuada protested.

So Eladrienia and Arya set off again. When they arrived at Ellesmèra, everybody was extremely elated. Unfortunately, Eladrienia was put on a ship the next day to go to Eragon. Deathstroke followed by the sky.

About three days later, Deathstroke touched Eladrienia’s mind, “There’s another dragon ahead; it must be Eragon.’’

Suddenly, Eladrienia felt a breeze of sleepiness sweep over her. Eladrienia woke up in a room with Deathstroke beside her. There was also a man looking at her; behind him was a blue sapphire dragon.

Eladrienia only had one thought when she saw him,’’Eragon.’’

“You’re lucky to be alive,’’ he explained. “You suffered from heat stroke. I came at just the right time.’’

“Thank you, for helping me.’’ Eldrienia answered in a quiet voice.

“I am Eragon Shadeslayer, and you are the prophesied one, and this is Saphira Brightscales, gesturing to the dragon behind him.

Eladrienia suddenly felt as if someone was invading her mind. Deathstroke was growling at Eragon, looking as if he was about to pounce on him, but Saphira kept him from doing it.

“Stop it!’’ Eladrienia screamed.

After a few minutes, she felt it as her mind was released.

“Good, it is actually you.’’ Eragon said. “I will leave you to get ready.’’

Eladrienia looked at Deathstroke and he gave her a gesture that sort of looked like a shrug. As Eladrienia stood up she was dizzy. She walked over to a desk to find a black shirt and black trousers. When she walked out of the cabin, riders and dragons were everywhere.

“Hail the prophesied one!’’ someone yelled from somewhere.

Then everyone knelt down and bowed to Eladrienia and Deathstroke. Eragon walked up toward Eladrienia and spoke saying, “You will train with me and when your training is complete you will go against Lucifer. Are you ready to begin?’’

“Yes…Master,’’ she replied.

“Let’s begin.’’ he answered.

Applause broke out.

Over the next few months, Eladrienia became very skilled with a sword. She caught on quickly when it came to magic and riding techniques on Deathstroke. The last day came. The riders’ sword maker presented Eladrienia with a black sword with silver engravings on it that said that she was the prophesied one in dwarfish and in elven. Before she, Eragon, and the others left, she went to her cabin to make sure her armor was ready for battle. She also went to say goodbye, because she might not come back. Eladrienia walked up to the looking glass and what she saw was not a farm girl, but a warrior. She had become stronger. The reason why she looked like an elf was because it was apparently part of the prophecy. Eragon was really fond of Eladrienia, but she never knew why. She wore black dragon scale armor. Eladrienia once had long hair, but she had had to cut it for training and for the battle. Eladrienia walked out of the cabin ready for battle, and if it be, ready for death.

As they flew, Eragon pulled up beside her and asked, “What did you name your sword?’’

"Tagingiera,’’ she answered. When she proclaimed that, her sword crackled with black lightning.

"Very nice.’’


As soon as they arrived they were attacked. About half way through the battle, a gigantic gray dragon appeared and on the dragon sat Lucifer.

“Dragon rider, you are too weak to defeat me, so join me!’’ he yelled.

“Never! You have terrorized this kingdom long enough! Now I will defeat you!’’ she screamed back.

The battle was bloody. Eladrienia was cut on the shoulder and at the rib. But Lucifer was more injured than her. Lucifer suddenly jumped on Deathstroke. Eladrienia was trained to fight on Deathstroke’s tail so she was prepared. They fought and fought until finally Lucifer was on his knees. Eladrienia yelled,’’Tagingiera!’’ She stabbed him through the chest, and she thought he was dead so she made way back to the saddle. Then she felt as if hot iron slice through her back and then she passed out.

Eladrienia woke up in her cabin. She felt bandages all over her back. Eragon was talking to two people, but he stopped when she woke up. He walked over to her and asked, “How are feeling?’’

“Not the best, not the best.’’ she answered.

“Well there are some people here I would like you to talk to,’’ he said.

The people walked over. It was Nasuada! The man beside, strangely, he looked like Eladrienia.

“Eladrienia,’’ Nasuada said, ’’This man Murtagh…is…your father.’’

“What?!’’ Eladrienia asked.

“I am your mother. Listen, when I was captured by Gallbrotorix, Murtagh was his right hand man, and he saved me. He left soon after that, but I found him and we secretly married. I had you and I left you on the doorstep of your "Aunt Lillie’s." Then she started crying,’’ When I saw you I was amazed how much you looked like him, Murtagh, your father.’’

“So I am your daughter?’’ Eladrienia asked.

“Yes,’’ said Murtagh.’’And when I heard that I had a daughter, I returned as soon as I could, and now I have decided to never leave again.”

So now the family was reunited. Eladrienia had a family and a dragon. This story of Eldrienia and Deathstroke along with others is now told from generation to generation, but it is not time yet for all to be known, only when they are history and then to the end time.


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