Mild swearing.

Prompt: Your Rider has been captured. He/she can recollect almost nothing about how they ended up where they are, but they know they are bound and imprisoned. From your dragon's POV you must describe how and why your Rider was captured and how your dragon rescue's them. Your dragon character may bring others with him/her or may tackle the task alone.

A/N: Due to the description of this prompt I will be periodically switching between Gereth and Roslyn's POV's, if this bothers you, then don't read the entry.

Characters: Belle Liressdaughter and Raugmar II (Nikkisha16), Eran (Pennator), and Lothiriel (32onedoesnotsimply).

Score: 11/12 I'm moving on to the final round!!!

Location: Oromis Isle

My Entry:

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Roslyn

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I could move nothing. I could not move my body even the slightest inch. Pain erupted from the base of my skull, consuming my entire skull. I could not yelp out in my pain, nor could I ease it.

My throat was agonizingly dry. My nose and throat burned with every breath I took, only adding on to the unbearable pain I was experiencing. I could not think. I didn't know where I was, how I arrived there, nor how to escape. All I knew was pain, and that it was endless.

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Gereth

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'Gereth, I advise you to awaken.' The deep voice resonated inside my skull, it was smooth and soft, but in the same instant, urgent. I stirred in my nest, my eyelids still heavy. I let my mind awaken while my body was not disturbed from its slumber.

'And to what do I owe the pleasure, Raugmar skulblaka un Liressdaughter?' I asked the charred obsidian dragon who had awoken me.

'Your Rider, the flame-haired-one has gone missing under your watch. My beloved Belle has not seen her yet this day, has she left your cavern?' Suddenly my eyelids flew open in search of my Rider. To my immediate dismay her bed, adjacent to my nest, was unkempt and messy. I could assume she wasn't kidnapped, for her bed usually looked this way after she woke for the day. It was unsettling however that I hadn't sensed her absence.

I reached out with my mind, trying to search for her, she may be somewhere close to our cave. Sadly, I found no trace of her.

'She is not here, nor anywhere close. If I may trouble you with a question, why is Belle concerned with Roslyn's whereabouts?'

'My Rider may not show it, but she cares deeply for Roslyn Stormbringer. Although I usually don't share my opinion on the subject, I feel that she was unjust with the way she violated Roslyn's privacy. But with that Belle gained some insight into why Roslyn treats her the way she does, Belle was searching for her this morning so she could apologize.'

'Thank  you, Raugmar. However much I enjoy hearing that I mustn't let it distract me from finding my Rider. I must seek Eragon's council.' I stood from my nest, shaking loose straw from my scales.

'We wish you the best of luck, Swiftwing.' I acknowledged Raugmar's encouraging closer to our conversation, releasing the grip on his mind. I felt his conscience recede and began to re-construct my mind barriers.

I strode the edge of our cave, exiting the foreshadowed overhang above me to enter the warmth of the sun. The sun's heat radiated against my emerald scales as I attempted to stretch my muscles as thoroughly as possible before my ascent. I did not wish to injure myself, for it would delay Roslyn's return.

Once I was positive I would not strain my ligaments I unfurled my wings, cautiously testing the air currents below the ledge. I bent my hind legs, raising my wings for the take off, pushing off of the ledge and thrusting myself into the air. My tail swung madly as I fought to stay aloft and regain my balance. It almost collided with iron railing bordering the ledge.

I thrust my wings downward, gaining altitude as I began to re-angle myself in the direction of the Main Hall, wind surging in my ears. Suddenly, the sun was blocked by a passing cloud, gray overshadowing the earth below me; finally the sky matched the feeling of guilt that flooded my gut.

'She asked you to protect her, to love her, to fight for her, and to die for her,' I thought, my eyes slanting in disgust with myself. 'How could I have failed her? This disgust with myself, is this her everyday life? Is this the way she feels about herself? I must save my eternal love, I must save her from herself.'

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Roslyn

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The man came soon after I had awoken. He was tall, I thought, and broad shouldered. He looked familiar, but if he truly had I wouldn't have known. For one he was draped with a white linen body cloak. The cloak revealed nothing about his features, the only thing I could see were his eyes. They were a shimmering sapphire, and his skin surrounding them was tan and kind. I could tell he was a man by the tone of his voice, the way he spoke to me. He told me everything was going to be fine and that I need not trust him, but he was the only person for me at that moment.

Oh how he had smelled so beautiful. A rich fragrant perfume hung around his shoulders and made me dizzy with its scent. My eyes had watered and gone soft then, the scent irritating my eyes. I had almost fallen in love with the man in the short time he had accompanied me, but I had been almost positive this was an effect of the perfume.

The man had been kind, he had released me from most of my restrictions, leaving only ankle cuffs to bind me to the stone floor of a cell. Before he had entered, I had not known where I was, I had been completely paralyzed, but as soon as he had entered, some of the effects of the immobilization had worn off. I still could speak however, although I tried continuously when the man had been talking to me. His voice was deep and kind, and I thought I recognized it, but it was distant that I couldn't tell. I was positive that whatever I had been paralyzed with had also caused me temporary amnesia.

The man had offered me water and food, but I had refused, afraid that they would've been drugged. The man had just shrugged, not questioning my reasoning. He waved his farewell to me, exiting the cell.

The cell I was confided to was solely composed of sandstone, the only exception being the entrance which was barred. In the corner opposite to where I was shackled was a wooden miniature table. The table was laden with nothing except a single candle.

The stone floor was strewn with straw, the straw's origin being where I was shackled, the straw being my only bedding. The stone beneath me was cold, and it didn't help that I wore only a tan, long tunic that covered me like a dress. The only thing I was discomforted by in my apparel was the lacking of under garments.

My throat and nostrils still burned with every breath, I assumed this to be dehydration, but I couldn't be absolutely sure. I was thirsty, dreadfully thirsty. But I dared not take the water that would be given to me, I did not wish to be poisoned again.

'But if you don't drink soon you'll die,' I argued internally. I continued to debate this fact until I decided I would refuse to drink until my captors forced the liquid down my throat.

I stared blankly ahead, I stared into darkness. As far as I could tell I was the only prisoner, for I couldn't hear anyone else, nor could I see anyone else. And if I tried to call out, my voice would not come. Because of this conclusion, I had taken to staring ahead with a steely resolve. I blinked occasionally, but for the most part I could've been dead, I was completely still.

My sorrel hair was matted and unkempt around my shoulders, but I did not care. I did not care for anything except... 'Except Gereth.'

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Gereth

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"With all do respect Ebrithil, how would we know where Roslyn is?" Eran asked. "I don't think I've ever spoken to the elf. Not that she likes to be spoken to." He snorted. "With that temper of hers I don't think I'll ever speak to her." I turn my silvery emerald eye on the unkempt Rider that stands next to me. A low rumbled resonates from my belly, transforming into a snarl when it reaches my lips. The boy looks at me, his sly smirk transforming into a nervous expression.

'Like Roslyn would ever stoop so low as to be seen with you, you're a vile looking creature aren't you?' I say, almost demolishing his mind barriers as I insert myself into his consciousness.

"Now, now, Gereth. I've never seen you this temperamental," Eragon said, leaning his elbows against the surface of the council desk. "Although I know it's true dragon's are the most distressed when they are separated from their Rider." He glance towards Saphira, the dragoness who was sprawled on the marble floor next the desk. "However, Eran, Lothiriel, I would refrain from insulting Roslyn in Gereth's presence."

'I would refrain from insulting her at all,' I growled, my gaze not wavering from the platinum blonde and brunette.

"Anyway," Eragon hissed in my direction. "I called you two here because Roslyn's first morning lesson is her private swordsmanship lessons. I was lead to believe the two of you are members of her second lesson of the day, Archery, is that correct?" The-violet-sun and the-shaggy-boy nodded, their gazes never leaving Eragon's. "And did she arrive to this lesson? Late or on time?"

"Neither," Lothiriel responded. "We assumed she was kept with her swordsmanship instructor or was not feeling well. Not ever did we think she was...kidnapped." Lothiriel expressed real concern for Roslyn, and I decided that Lothiriel only wished to help, for she and Roslyn were friends. But Eran, I was not certain what he intended to do, besides the fact that he was not being helpful whatsoever.

"That is all I ask of you," Eragon said with a compassionate grin. "You may leave, unless you have any further recommendations or information." The pair shook their heads, Lothiriel looking truly distressed. They were escorted out of the council room; I growled at Eran as he passed me. He didn't acknowledge me.

As they left the corridor I glimpsed a toss of long, dark brown hair.

'Ebrithil, I believe Belle is outside the doors, may she be escorted in?' The Shadeslayer nodded, and the girl entered. She was fretful as she entered, I could tell she had a thousand questions to ask me, as well as Eragon. 

"Belle," Eragon addressed her. "I couldn't be more surprised by your arrival, or concern."

"Well, Ebrithil," she began. "I did something to Roslyn, something I should've never done. I couldn't help but feel upset when I learned that you have assumed she's been kidnapped. I was going to apologize to her today. I came because I wanted to know why you've assumed she's been kidnapped."

"We have assumed she's been kidnapped for a multitude of reasons. She did not commit suicide, for we would've found her, and Gereth would be able to sense it. We also believe she did not just pick up and leave because she wouldn't leave without informing Gereth, and we know this because of the strong emotional attachment she has to him. I fear if she didn't have him she would've committed suicide years ago." Belle's face grew cloudy with pain, I felt her presence brushing my mind. I let her through my barriers, and she began to speak.

'I saw her pain, all of it, when I invaded her mind. It was almost...overwhelming, all of the seld-hatred, sadness, and jealousy. I...I didn't know how else to deal with it other than to give her her space for a while.'

'I understand,' I console the girl. 'I'm sure when she is found, she'll be looking for a friend. That is all she has ever needed.' I saw the tears in Belle's eyes slowly fade, I felt as if I had helped, although it was only a small deal. 

"So get on with it," she said. "Any idea to where she is? I'm sure Gereth hasn't the faintest idea." Eragon looked taken aback by how blunt the girl was, and that she had the audacity to snap at him. This expression only lasted for a few moments, then Eragon began to grin.

"This is a test, Gereth. Roslyn has been tested, but you have not been evaluated quite as intensely, until today. Where do you think she is."

I growled, rage controlling my whole body, my temper had risen, but never to this intensity.

'You bastard!' I lurched forward, snarling. Saphira jolted forward, no wonder she had been present for this meeting, she knew, he knew. Saphira stood taller than I, but I was lithe where she was leaner. I was not afraid of the dragoness. I lunged at her, purposely aiming to where I would not harm her. Her sapphire face became contorted with a ferocious snarl of her own. 'You knew this whole time!' I said, directing my attention back to Eragon.

"Yes," he said. "She agreed to this. We drugged her so she would lose her memory during the test, but she will regain it once it is over." I roared in Eragon's direction baring my teeth. I lunged forward again, but I was pushed backwards by Saphira.

"Gereth! Gereth! Search for her. With your mind, I think I've touched her mind," Belle shouted towards me. I began to back up, still snarling at the Shadeslayer. I attempted to search for her, my love, but I found nothing.

'They drugged her so she could not contact me,' I privately told Belle.

"Then let me aid you," she said, lunging forward. It wasn't until the girl began to crawl up my front leg that I realized that she was trying to mount me. I bent down so I could ease her ascent. She soon found Roslyn's seat on my spine, she forcefully gripped the neck spike in front of her as I began to push my way through to the main corridor.

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Roslyn

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I had slipped into a surreal trance. It was almost peaceful. I need not blink or barely breathe, or event think. It was the closest I could get to sleep, for it would not come to me. It refused to take away my pain.

I was hunched against the wall, slumped in an uncomfortable position. The surreal state took away the uncomfortable aspects of the cell as I focused on sleep. Sleep, and only sleep.

'Please Gereth....please.'

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Gereth

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She guided me to the place I least expected, the place that I should have always expected. Sköliro Istalri, the Shielded Flame. The Shielded Flame was an aerial prison, based inside a mountain peak, the only way to access it was on dragonback. This is where Belle had sensed Roslyn was being imprisoned.

We were close, I could see the cavern mouth. The prison only had two guards, Belle assumed that the guards wouldn't put up a fight.

I roared my challenge to them, making the sentries glance up. I began to backwing as my hind legs gripped the ledge. The sentries just moved out of the way as Belle hurried to dismount. There was a total of four cells inside Sköliro Istalri, all draped with cloaks so the prisoners could see nothing but the interior of their own cell. It was cruel, and resrved for those who were guilty of treason and murder, to drive them crazy. I growled at the sentries as Belle began to frantically search for Roslyn within the cells. She was found in the last cell. Belle had tears streaming down her face when she forced open the cell door, I began to hurry towards her.

When I neared I began to slow down, and I began to peer into the cell. I was afraid of what I would see, how Roslyn would appear, but nonetheless I needed her, I need Roslyn. When I peered inside relief and content filled my chest. Roslyn was cradled in Belle's arms, sobbig. I wasn't sure who was more relieved, but I knew Belle had finally gotten what she most desperately wanted, Roslyn's friendship.

'We have found you, my nuanen solus. And I will never let you go.'