[Eragon S Bromsson]

My Inheritance Cycle Book 4
ELDUNARYA

Note to all those reading this book: This is a fan fiction that I am writing for entertainment of myself and others, to improve my writing skills and to try something new. Most of the locations, characters, earlier storyline and everything else belongs to Christopher Paolini's Inheritance Cycle. The only exceptions are characters like Naeivya, or Ephian, and some others that I have invented to suite this story. Since I am writing this purely for entertainment, and am not at all intending to sell this for money, I am not under any copyright problems.

But this is my work, and I value it, so I just ask all those who wish to use something, say a character or the summary of the earlier books (from Wikipedia), from Eldunarya, then please do ask me first. Hence, I place a copyright on this!



The Story So Far...
(For those who do not know, or have forgotten)

Summary of Eragon (Part 1)

Quest for Vengeance

Eragon is surprised to see a polished blue stone materialize one night in front of him while he is hunting in the Spine. A few days later, after a failed attempt to sell the stone, Eragon witnesses a baby Dragon hatch from the "stone", and realizes that it is actually a dragon egg. Eragon touches the dragon and it leaves a Gedwey Ignasia, a silver mark on his hand. After a talk with the town's elderly storyteller, Brom, Eragon names the dragon Saphira. While Eragon raises Saphira in secret, without revealing her presence even to Roran and Garrow, Roran decides to leave Carvahall and work in a mill in Therinsford. Roran says that he will come back with the money to buy a house and then ask Katrina, Sloan's daughter, for her hand in marriage. Eragon continues to raise Saphira in secret until two of King Galbatorix's servants, the Ra'zac, come to Carvahall looking for the egg. Eragon and Saphira escape by hiding deep in the Spine (by which Saphira "kidnapped" Eragon when her ancestral memories recognized the Ra'zac's scent), but Garrow is fatally wounded and the house and farm buildings are destroyed. Once Garrow dies, Eragon is left with no reason to stay in Carvahall. He goes after the Ra'zac, seeking vengeance for the destruction of his home and his uncle's death. He is accompanied by Brom, who insists on helping him and Saphira.

Eragon is a Dragon Rider because of his great bond with Saphira. Eragon learns, much to his surprise, that he was named after the very first Dragon Rider, Eragon the Elf.
The situation in The Empire in Alagaesia was becoming increasing unstable at the time. The evil king Galbatorix, who betrayed and slew the order of the Dragon Riders with the help of the Thirteen Forsworn- a group of thirteen Dragon Riders who swore fealty to Galbatorix — is beginning to move decisively against the Varden, a group of powerful rebels who want to overthrow the evil king. Galbatorix is the last remaining Dragon Rider. Though the Forsworn were no longer alive, Galbatorix's Urgals attack Brom and Eragon while in the town of Yazuac.Eragon accidentally uses magic, even though he previously disbelieved in its existence. Later on, Brom reveals that all Riders could use magic, and takes it upon himself to teach Eragon the Ancient Language and magic. Eragon is also given a mighty sword, Zar'roc by Brom.

Eragon and Brom eventually lose the Ra'zac's trail. But, with the assistance of Brom's close friend Jeod, who lived in the seaport city fortress of Teirm, they trace the Ra'zac to the southern city of Dras-Leona.

Eragon visits a shop in Teirm owned by the witch Angela, where he meets an intelligent and cryptic werecat named Solembum, and Angela herself. She tells his fortune, revealing that he would have a long life; that the great powers of the land would struggle to control him and that he would fall in love with a lady of noble birth. She also predicts that he would someday leave Alagaësia forever, and that he would face betrayal from within his own family. As Eragon was about to leave, Solembum tells him:

"...When the time comes and you need a weapon, look under the roots of the Menoa Tree. Then, when all seems lost and your power seems insufficient, go to the Rock of Kuthian and speak your name to open the Vault of Souls."

Solembum does not elaborate, nor does he explain what or where the Menoa Tree or the Rock of Kuthian are.

On the way to Dras-Leona, Brom reveals some startling secrets to Eragon; he is the founder of the Varden, though he gave up the leadership some years ago. Brom then reveals that not all dragon eggs were destroyed: Galbatorix salvaged three eggs during the Fall. One of the three was stolen by Brom and Jeod, and Saphira hatched from the same egg. The remaining two eggs were under Galbatorix's control, though they were as yet unhatched. Brom also reveals that he killed Morzan, first and last of the Forsworn, and Galbatorix's most loyal servant. Thus, Eragon and Saphira are the Varden's last hope, due to the fact that even if the other two eggs hatched, the Rider(s) would most probably be loyal to Galbatorix. Eragon and Saphira decide to join the Varden and fight the tyrant king, after they finish the task of killing the Ra'zac.

A beautiful elf who is in a prison begins to appear in his dreams. Initially, Eragon does not think much about the dreams. Later on, he discovers through magic that the elf really existed, and he decides to somehow rescue her. She continues appearing in his dreams for some time.

In Dras-Leona, Eragon encounters the Ra'zac, but manages to escape. Eragon and Brom flee the city, but are ambushed in the night by the Ra'zac. A mysterious young man named Murtagh rescues them, but not before Brom was fatally wounded by the Ra'zac. Brom dies shortly afterwards, after revealing to Eragon that he was once a Rider, and that his Dragon was named Saphira, who was slain in the war against Galbatorix. In his final moments, Brom warns Eragon that Galbatorix was evil, and that he and Saphira must not submit to him. Eragon lays Brom to rest, and Saphira uses the unpredictable magic of the dragons to turn the tomb to diamond. Eragon and Saphira decide to let Murtagh travel with them as they journey to the city of Gil'ead, in search of a contact who could lead them to the Varden.
At Gil'ead, Urgals under the command of Durza, a Shade — a powerful sorcerer possessed by evil spirits — capture Eragon and imprison him in the same prison where the elf was being held. Murtagh and Saphira then stage a daring rescue, but Eragon, Saphira, and Murtagh are confronted by Durza. The struggle ends when Murtagh shoots Durza between his eyes, throwing the Shade into a painful disembodiment. Eragon insists on rescuing the elf as well. She remains unconscious, but he is eventually able to speak with her telepathically. She reveals to him that her name is Arya, and gives him the location of the Varden. She tells him that they must reach the Varden if she is to survive, for she had been poisoned in prison, and would die without the antidote, called Tunivor's Nectar. He has by then temporarily forgotten about killing the Ra'zac and rushes to save her.

Journey to the Varden

Eragon, Saphira, Murtagh, with the unconscious Arya cross the Hadarac Desert, racing to reach Farthen Dûr, the Dwarven mountains that house the Varden, in time to save Arya. They are pursued by the Empire and the empire's allies, an army of Urgals and Kull. Before they reach Farthen Dûr, Murtagh, who had been reluctant to go to the Varden all along, reveals that he was the son of Morzan, first and last of the Forsworn. With the Kull on their heels, they are rescued by the Varden and are taken to safety.

The Varden fight against Galbatorix with the help of the Dwarves who are led by their King, Hrothgar. The Elves reside in secret in the forest of Du Weldenvarden, providing covert support to the Varden. Surda, the kingdom in exile, is also sympathetic to the Varden's cause.

Ajihad, leader of the Varden, imprisons Murtagh when Ajihad learned of Murtagh's heritage. Arya was treated for her injuries and recovers. In the meeting with Ajihad, he learns that Saphira's egg was under the care of Arya, until she was ambushed by Durza while transporting it. He is then told that the Durza was not destroyed by Murtagh's well placed arrow, because the only way to kill a Shade is with a stab through the heart. He also meets Angela and Solembum who had left Teirm to aid the Varden. Ajihad wished to send Eragon to Ellesméra to complete his training; therefore, two magicians known as the Twins assessed his magic abilities. The Twins were cruel to Eragon, and attempted to use him to further their knowledge of the Ancient Language. A partially-healed Arya intervened, however, and took the task of assessing Eragon upon herself, sparring with him. Eragon, although being soundly defeated, passed the test in Arya's eyes. He begins to fall in love with her.

The Varden respected and even revered Eragon. Soon after he arrived in Tronjheim, he was approached by an elderly woman and an orphaned child, Elva, who was the woman's charge. The woman asked Eragon's blessing upon Elva, which he gave readily, using the Ancient Language: Atra gülai un ilian tauthr ono un atra ono waíse skölir frá rauthr, which he thought meant, Let luck and happiness follow you and may you be shielded from misfortune. It is later revealed in Eldest that he made a mistake and said "Let luck and happiness follow you and may you be a shield from misfortune," which cursed her instead of the intended blessing. This is revealed to be because he used the word Skolir, instead of skoliro. Saphira gave the child her own special gift: a silver star, similar to Eragon's Gedwey Ignasia, on her forehead. Saphira told Eragon that the child would have a significant future.

Not long after, war becomes imminent. Ajihad informs Saphira and Eragon of an impending threat: an intercepted message revealed that a mighty host of Urgals and Kull were marching steadily towards the Varden through the tunnels under the mountain range.
In the battle that followes, a seemingly endless tide of Urgals and Kull was poised to take the city. Within Tronjheim, Eragon is confronted once again by the menacing Shade, Durza, this time alone as Saphira was separated from him during the tide of the battle. Eragon was greatly outmatched by the Shade, but, thanks to a sudden distraction from Saphira and Arya, Durza's attention was diverted long enough for Eragon to stab him through the heart. Eragon paid a terrible price for his deed: his back was sliced, and the scar, which carried remnants of Durza's magic, would trouble him greatly over the course of the next few months.

Following Durza's demise, the controlling link the Shade held on the Urgals' minds snap, the Urgals flee, and the Varden rout the Urgal army. Eragon faints and falls into a healing trance; he was watched over by the mental presence of the Mourning Sage/The Cripple Who Is Whole, who urges him to follow Arya to Ellesméra, the capital of the Elves. The book ends with Eragon promising the presence in his mind that he will go to Ellesmera.

Summary of Eldest (Part 2)

North to Ellesméra

The first events in Eldest are the attack on Ajihad's life, his death and funeral, the disappearance of Murtagh and The Twins — two magicians of the Varden — who are captured by Urgals and assumed dead, and the election of a new leader of the Varden - Nasuada, Ajihad's daughter, to whom Eragon swears fealty following some internal politics among the Varden's Council of Elders.

Eragon and Saphira decide to accept the advice of the Mourning Sage, and, accompanied by Orik and Arya, travel northward through eastern Alagaësia to Ellesméra, in order to complete his training as a Rider. Before the journey north, Eragon was asked by Hrothgar, king of the dwarves, to become a member of Dûrgrimst Ingeitum, one of the most influential of the thirteen Dwarf clans, and to which Hrothgar and Orik belonged. Eragon donned the helmet (that marked him part of that clan) and Orik helped him complete the ritual to make him a true member of the clan. This was the first time in history that a human would join a Dwarf Clan. After a long journey north, they reach Ellesmera, and Eragon and Saphira meet Islanzadí, the Elven queen, and the enigmatic raven Blagden, who spouted riddles concerning Eragon's past and future. Eragon was surprised to learn that Arya was Islanzadí's daughter, and so a princess.

The Training of a Rider

Eragon's training began almost at once. His instructor was an ancient Elvish Rider named Oromis, who is revealed to be "The Cripple who is Whole", who had managed to prolong his life by means of countless tiny spells binding his weak body. Oromis and his Dragon Glaedr were the sole survivors of the Dragon Riders of old. Though they escaped Galbatorix and the Forsworn, they were handicapped: Glaedr has one foreleg missing, and Oromis was greatly weakened by an incurable disease. However, Galbatorix was as yet unaware that a Rider had escaped the Fall.

Eragon's exercises with Oromis were frustrating at first, but gradually Eragon learned what it meant to be a true Rider, guided by principles and making responsible choices, and came to understand that his "training" was an ongoing process that would last his entire life. He learned other things, as well, such as history, art and politics. His knowledge of magic and the Ancient Language expanded tremendously, but he is held back immensely by the pain from his scar.

To his horror, however, he learned from Oromis that he had cursed Elva instead of blessing her due to a mistake in his wording (having accidentally said "may you be a shield from misfortune", thus dooming her to constantly save others from suffering by enduring it herself.) He resolved to revoke the curse, although such a feat would require tremendous magical ability.

Eragon's training also honed his fighting skills. He develops an intense rivalry with an elf named Vanir, and their mutual dislike came to a head during their sparring sessions. Eragon was defeated multiple times, often suffering bouts of agonizing pain from the scar on his back.

Guided by Oromis, Eragon composed a poem to present at the Blood-Oath Celebration, a traditional Elvish ceremony commemorating the pact between the Elves and the Dragons. During the festivities, a magical gift from the Dragons healed Eragon of his wound, and he was physically transformed, acquiring the features and abilities of an Elf. Only after this transformation was he able to beat Vanir. After this transformation, Eragon was able to cast much more powerful magic; he could read and write more easily and was now as fit and strong as the most athletic elf in Alagaësia.

The Burning Plains

Nasuada has made a momentous decision and moved the Varden to Surda. Here, she learns that the blessing Eragon bestowed on the child in Eragon was worded wrongly due to his lack of basic knowledge of the Ancient Language at the time, becoming a curse of sorts. Eragon too is horrified when he hears of this, and promises to try and nullify it. In the meantime the girl, Elva, serves as a sort of bodyguard to Nasuada against Galbatorix's network of spies and assassins, the Black Hand, who are discovered in Surda.

Because Nasuada moved the Varden, the threat of war with Galbatorix seems imminent. Upon hearing of this, Eragon immediately leaves for the battle in Surda and finds the situation poised on the edge of battle. The armies of the Varden, together with the army of Surda, camp on a plain opposite the vast armies of Galbatorix. Meanwhile, Roran and his men take command of a ship of the Empire — with the help of Jeod — the Dragon Wing, and arrive in time in Surda.

With his new skills, Eragon easily kills many of the Empire's soldiers. But his skills were not enough. He begins to tire out—the Empire's army was too large, when Hrothgar arrives with a huge army of Dwarves, turning the battle in the Varden's favor. Unexpectedly, another Rider appeared, mounted on a red dragon. He soon kills Hrothgar and Eragon and Saphira battle him. Wearied by the battle, Eragon was easily outmatched and driven onto the ground with Saphira, though he managed to hamstring the opposing dragon as he went down. He and his opponent then face off with swords. The Rider's skill matched Eragon's, and soon gained the upper hand. Eragon, recognizing the other Rider's manner of fighting, pulls off his opponent's helm, revealing Murtagh. Murtagh revealed that he had been taken to Urû'baen by the Twins, and, when the red Dragon, Thorn, had hatched for him, he had been forced to swear allegiance to Galbatorix in the Ancient Language. He also revealed that Galbatorix knew his True Name, so he owned him in mind and body. His orders from Galbatorix were to try to capture Saphira because she was the last female dragon in existence. Galbatorix needed her to fulfill his goal of rebuilding the order of the Riders. Murtagh decided to have mercy on them this one time, on account of their former companionship, but he claims Zar'roc as his own, and reveals that Eragon and Murtagh were brothers, meaning Eragon was the son of Morzan. In truth, as is revealed by Oromis and Glaedr in Brisingr, Eragon is the son of Brom, but Eragon believes that he is Morzan's son until late in Brisingr.

Meanwhile, Roran kills the Twins, and the Empire is forced to retreat after the departure of Murtagh and Thorn. Haunted by this turn of events, Eragon imparts his newfound knowledge to Roran Nasuada, and Arya. Eldest ends with Eragon and Roran reuniting, and Eragon promising Roran that he will help Roran rescue Katrina from the clutches of the Ra'zac.

Summary of Brisingr (Part 3)

Helgrind

Eragon, Saphira and Roran travel to Helgrind, the fortress of the Ra'zac, and infiltrate it. Roran kills one of the Ra'zac and Saphira slays the Lethrblaka. They find Katrina, and Eragon discovers Sloan, the traitor of Carvahall, blinded and imprisoned. Eragon decides to stay behind, against Saphira's wishes. Saphira then leaves with Roran and Katrina. Eragon slays the second Ra'zac and gains some information from the Ra'zac before killing it. Eragon rescues Sloan, leaves Helgrind, and consults Islanzadi as to what to do with Sloan. He discovers Sloan's true name, and compels Sloan with his true name to travel towards Du Weldenvarden, along with his staff and enchantments to stop Sloan from being harmed on his journey. He mentions to Sloan that if he reforms himself, his true name would change, and he would no longer be bound, but he didn't mention that the elves would also restore his vision, for the reason that Sloan may trick the Elves into restoring his eyesight prematurely.

At the Varden

Eragon escapes the Empire and rejoins the Varden, where he settles minor affairs and, when Roran and Katrina are just about to be married, there appear some soldiers. These soldiers seem weak but they cannot feel pain and cause chaos. Meanwhile, Murtagh and Thorn appear and try to abduct Eragon and Saphira. Eragon tells Murtagh that he and Thorn can change their true names, releasing them of their oaths to Galbatorix, but they fight anyway. Saphira proves to be more powerful than Thorn, and with the help of thirteen elves including Arya he defeats Murtagh. But Eragon falls unconscious from the effort, and Murtagh and Thorn escape. He then marries Roran and Katrina in a traditional ceremony.

Eragon then makes three orbs of gold. He gives one of them to the tanner Gedric, from whom he stole three ox hides in Eragon. He gives the second to Helen, Jeod's wife, to make their marriage happier. He makes the third into two gold rings, which he enchants with magic and gives to Roran and Katrina so they can find each other anywhere, and Roran states he wishes he had these before they were separated.

Tronjheim and Ellesméra

Later he is ordered by Nasuada to go to Tronjheim alone to try and influence the election of a new king of the Dwarves. Eragon is ordered to try and make sure that the new king is sympathetic to the Varden's cause, but at the same time, not to use any force or pressure in doing so. He reunites with Orik in Tronjheim, and declares his support to him. Later on, as Eragon is wandering in Tronjheim, he is attacked by some Dwarves, but manages to escape the assassination attempt unscathed. Orik, after some investigation, discovers that the clan Az Sweldn rak Anhûin is behind the attack, which is hostile to Eragon and Dragon Riders in general. Orik has the clan banished with the support of the other clans, and he is crowned king. From Tronjheim, Eragon travels to Ellesméra with Saphira, where they meet Oromis and Glaedr. There, Glaedr reveals that Brom is Eragon's father, and not Morzan. Oromis explains that Brom had, by chance, fallen in love with Selena, who recripocated and joined Brom in his struggle against the tyranny of the Empire. Seeing Morzan's cruelty to Murtagh, Selena decides that her second child should not suffer so: thus, she leaves Eragon in Carvahall, and dies soon after. Later on, Brom settles there to watch over him. Brom never claimed Eragon as his son, fearing that Eragon would be distracted from his mission, and also fearing that Eragon would hate him. The latter proves unfounded, and Eragon loved and respected Brom.

Oromis also reveals the source of Galbatorix's strength — Eldunarí, or the heart of hearts, which can exist even after a dragon's physical demise, unless it is destroyed. Galbatorix took the Eldunarí of all the Riders and subdued them, gaining their wisdom and strength. An Eldunarí can channel its strength to the bearer, and can also be used to communicate telepathically. Most of the dragons before the Fall had disgorged their Eldunarí, enabling Galbatorix and the Forsworn to defeat the entire Order. As Galbatorix controls several hundred of these, he is almost invincible.

Later, Eragon visits the elven blacksmith, Rhunön, and asks for a new sword. Rhunon had forged all the swords of the Riders, but she reveals that she needs a special meteroic ore — Brightsteel, which she did not possess. Remembering Solembum's advice, Eragon and Saphira find some Brightsteel under the Menoa Tree in Ellesméra. With the help of Rhunon, Eragon forges a Rider's sword, similar to Zar'roc, but blue in color; the same color as Saphira's scales. His new sword is also a half-hand longer than Zar'roc. Eragon names his sword "Brisingr", which means "fire" in the ancient language, and after which the book is named. Glaedr gives his Eldunarí to Eragon and Saphira, and he and Oromis depart to join the elves, who have finally decided to fight openly against the Empire.

Feinster

Eragon and Saphira travel to the Varden, who are engaged in a siege of the city of Feinster. With Eragon's help, Feinster soon falls. However, Eragon and Arya discover that three magicians of the Empire were creating a Shade. They race to find the Shade, and give battle. The Shade, called Varaug, proves to be stronger than Durza, and Eragon and Arya struggle. The Shade is finally killed by Arya (although Eragon was the one who defeated the Shade), and Feinster is captured and secured completely. During the battle, Eragon, through Glaedr's Eldunarí, watched Oromis and Glaedr battle Thorn and Murtagh near Gil'ead. Galbatorix himself takes control of Murtagh's body, who kills Oromis. Glaedr is slain soon after Oromis's death by Thorn. The book ends with Eragon and Saphira mourning the death of their tutors, leaving Eragon the last free Dragon Rider in Alagaesia.

My book four begins now....

Chapter 1 : Closer?

Chapter 2: Cuts, Bruises and what not?

Chapter 3: Agony, Pain and. . . Misery

Chapter 4: Funeral Invitations

Chapter 5: Confusion . . .

Chapter 6: A Nightmare

Chapter 7: End of the Rebellion. . . In Your Dreams

Chapter 8: The March Begins

Chapter 9: Funeral . . .and Surprises

Chapter 10: Battle, Surprises and Requests

Chapter 11: Requests Fulfilled

Chapter 12: Return...and Relief

Chapter 13: Celebrations… and Inner Conflicts

Chapter 14: Nightmares… and Arguments.

Chapter 15: Arrival

Chapter 16: Lover’s Grief

Chapter 17: Alone… Again

Chapter 18: Sword of the Father, Body of the Son

Chapter 19: Fricai Onr Eka Eddyr

Chapter 20: Rivals Meet… and Reasons Revealed

Chapter 21: The Great Secret

Chapter 22: Unexpected Assistance

Chapter 23: Victory and Loss

Chapter 24: More than just Friends?

Chapter 25: Revelations and Hard Decisions

Chapter 26 : Fun before the Leave

Chapter 27: Surprises in the night

Chapter 28: A Gift to the Friend, But a Journey to Death?

Chapter 29: A Master of Heart, Mind and Will.

Chapter 30: The Riddle Not Unheard Of

Chapter 31: Shur’tugal Abr Zar’roc, No More.

Chapter 32: No More Secrets...

Chapter 33: Battle of Lovers

Chapter 34: A Premonitiion Come True

Chapter 35: A Loved One Regained

Chapter 36: A Mate To Be...

Chapter 37: New Allies...And Dragon and Rider

Chapter 38: Fealty, Names and Journey

Chapter 39: Torn Apart

Chapter 40: A Humorous Tale

Chapter 41: A Request that can Never be Fulfilled

Chapter 42: Someone to Love...

Chapter 43: Confessions Before the Journey

Chapter 44: Parting Confessions

Chapter 45: Denials and Remebrances

Chapter 46: A Bigger Problem...

Chapter 47: The Rock of Kuthian

Chapter 48: The Vault of Souls

Chapter 49: A Difficult Test

Chapter 50: A Promotion

Chapter 51: Advice and Recollections

Chapter 52: Mate to regain our Lost Race

Chapter 53: A True Lead Rider

Chapter 54: A New Dilemna and Destination

Chapter 55: The Training Begins. . .

Chapter 56: The Struggles of the Month.

Chapter 57: A Shift in Allegiance

Chapter 58: A Shock to Some, A Surprise to Others . . .

Chapter 59: Secrets of the Cathdral and Promises to the Queen

Chapter 60: When Dras'leona was fighting, the Governor was Bolting

Chapter 61: Grave Circumstances and Choices

Chapter 62: Loved ones Lost . . . . Again

Chapter 63: A General and a True Friend . . .

Chapter 64: A Close Call

Chapter 65: Return of the Beloved

Chapter 66: Some Fun for the Mates

Chapter 67: The Other Couple

Chapter 68: The New Monarch of Elves

Chapter 69: Mate of mine

Chapter 70: Reunion of Sword and Master, and a Birthday

Chapter 71: A Dream to Forget

Chapter 72: Tenga, Nesmrial and Laun

Chapter 73: When the King Comes . . .

Chapter 74: Meaning of having a Partner and a Mate.

Chapter 75: Vengeance is Bitter, not Sweet

Chapter 76: Love for a Cousin

Chapter 77: The King is Crowned while the Couple are Reunited

Chapter 78: Partners Reunited

Chapter 79: Gifts from the Smith

Chapter 80: A Price Paid

Chapter 81: A New Mentor, and Challenge to the Partner.

Chapter 82: Yawe

Chapter 83: Arrival at Utgard

Chapter 84: Into the Mountain

Chapter 85: A Bad Timing

Chapter 86: Leave

Chapter 87: A Dangerous Decision

Chapter 88: To Battle . . .

Chapter 89: Man and Elf

Chapter 90: Rage and Misery Return . . .

Chapter 91: Ephian and Another Promotion.

Chapter 92: A Grave Matter

Chapter 93: Leader of the Varden

Chapter 94: Mother and Daughter

Chapter 95: Of Plans and Perfection

Chapter 96: The Final March

Chapter 97: A Loved One

Chapter 98: A Painful Answer

Chapter 99: Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 100: The Battle Begins

Chapter 101: The last Dragons and Riders meet

Chapter 102: The Ultimate Heart

Chapter 103: The Battle Turns

Chapter 104: A Different Perspective

Chapter 105: Carnage of Battle

Chapter 106: Aerial Battle

Chapter 107: Stydja Unin Mor'ranr

Chapter 108: Defeat or Victory?

Chapter 109: Fire against Flame

Chapter 110: Sacrifice

Chapter 111: The Battle is not Over!

Chapter 112: Aftermath for the Lead Rider

Chapter 113: Pains of the Past

Chapter 114: Bereft

Chapter 115: A New King . . .

Chapter 116: Grief of the Present

Chapter 117: Confession, Redemption, Death and Birth

Chapter 118: The Shadeslayer now the Kingslayer

Chapter 119: The Occurrence of Several Events

Chapter 120: The Ship of Time sails Forth . . .

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 November 2009 - 10:31 AM

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Chapter 1: Closer?


The waves crashed against the shore, but its endless wrath was not able to mask the sounds of gigantic wings of the enormous dragon.

The dragon got closer to the shore, revealing itself to be a magnificent, sapphire colour.

THUD

On its back was a human, no, an elf, no a mixture of both races. He was quite handsome, tall and rather muscular. He wore a plain light blue tunic, with a brilliant blue sword strapped to his belt.

THUD

The dragon finally landed on the shore, the Rider got off, his face fresh with the salty smell of the ocean. He sat down cross-legged under a tree, the only tree for miles around the steep shore, and began meditating, as he had been doing for the last two days.

His name was Eragon Shadeslayer, Rider of the dragon Saphira Brightscales.

Eragon meditated , for he was surprised that life existed even there, beneath the sand. He had learned that sand was deposited on the shore by the ocean from the teachings of his master Oromis.

Master, your sacrifice shall not be in vain. Galbatorix will pay for his deeds . . . he will pay for all that he has taken from-

Eragon calm down, you are supposed to be meditating, not making promises. Came and annoyed thought from Saphira.

Sorry, I got carried away… Eragon replied.

You always do! Saphira accused.Anyway, I am going to hunt, its been two days since I last ate a decent meal.

I can’t help it . . . . Someone’s coming, even his mind is shielded. . .

Its not a ‘he’, its ‘she’, open your eyes. With that, she took off, as the other person came closer. Eragon opened his eyes, and was happy and a little astonished to see the person.

“Hello Arya!”

Arya nodded in response and took her place next to him. They were both under the lone palm tree on the shore, it was the only tree for miles around.

“How are you Eragon, it’s been two days, and I haven’t seen you in the camp, is everything allright? What have you been doing these days?” Arya questioned.

“The same thing you have been doing, though in a little different manner.” Eragon replied, his voice leveled and calm. “I have been mourning, but away from the camp, in harmony with nature. I and Saphira have been sleeping out here as well.” He answered to Arya’s puzzled look.

“I see ….” Arya’s voice trailed off as she remembered the past events.

It had been two days since she and Eragon had triumphed over the Shade Varaug, who had been created by Galbatorix’s pet magicians in a final drastic attempt to subdue the Varden.

Eragon looked at Arya, concerned. She had suddenly gone pale and her eyes starting to fill with tears. Eragon watched as she tried to subdue her grief, and then rubbed her eyes to hide her overflowing tears like golden diamonds in the sunlight.

“Arya, what’s wrong?” Eragon finally dared to ask.

“I just can’t get myself to believe that Oromis and Glaedr are gone. It’s just too much for me!” Arya said, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks.

“It’s the same for me, but we have to be strong. We have to keep hope, for hope is the only thing that is keeping us going on, keeping us fighting.” Eragon said gently to her.

“And love!”

“And love.” Eragon replied, somewhat flustered and dismayed at her reaction.

Arya continued to cry for a few minutes, Eragon placed a hand on her shoulder, fighting back tears himself. Though he knew that Glaedr was not dead, he resided in his heart of hearts, the dragon had been as good as dead. He had not contacted any one, not replied to anyone's attempt to talk to him.

“Can we ever find happiness in this time, Eragon? First my father, then Faolin and Glenwing, now Oromis, it’s just a matter of time before I lose someone else, like my mother! The shock and grief itself would kill me, who would I have then? ” Arya exclaimed, becoming extremely downtrodden with grief.

“No Arya, don’t say that, even I have lost a lot in this war, but I have not given up, how can you even say that? There is still hope, there is always hope. Don’t give up Arya, or you’ll truly lose to that tyrant king! No matter what happens Arya, i will always be there for you.” Eragon stated gently but firmly, implying the meaning of each and every word.

Without warning Arya leaned forward and hugged him, her head on his chest, her emerald green eyes overflowing with tears, drenching Eragon’s tunic.

“I can’t Eragon, I can’t, I have had enough …..”

If Eragon was surprised, he didn’t show it, but inside, he was astonished to see the usually strong and powerful elf become distraught. He remembered that Arya had hugged him once before, during the battle of Fienster.Are we really growing close? Nah, there is no way for that, I better not keep my hopes up, and definitely not let Saphira learn of this.

“Arya, be strong, be strong like you used to be, our work isn't done yet. We have to avenge our family members, we have to avenge our homes and our people, the fate of Alagaesia rests on us Arya, we cannot lose now, we must hold on ….. we must Arya! At least I won’t let the deaths of my father, Oromis, Hrothga, Ajihad and my uncle go in vain, I will fight Galbatorix, till either my dieing day or his . . . Will you join me Arya Shadeslayer?” Eragon looked at her after he finished talking

Arya looked up at him, eyes full of tears and nodded with a determined face.

“I will join you.”

“Pity you can’t say that in front of a large group, little one, you wouldn’t have spoken even half of that if Nasuada asked you to make a speech in front of all of the Varden !” commented Saphira.

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Hello everyone, this is my first day on IF!
I hope you people liked the chapter and the prologue!
Your comments will be highly appreciated, ( a few compliments wouldn't be so bad either!)
I know there is room for improvement in my work, there always is!
Please feel free to criticise!

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 September 2009 - 01:33 AM

[bromsson14]

Yay first post!

ON TOPIC: You had a good start, but you should stop using that many exclamation points, and try to slow it down a bit. Try by explaining his surroundings to him. Otherwise great start!

May the stars watch over you,

Bromsson

[seprateraera]

Yay first post!

ON TOPIC: You had a good start, but you should stop using that many exclamation points, and try to slow it down a bit. Try by explaining his surroundings to him. Otherwise great start!

May the stars watch over you,

Bromsson

This story has amazing potential, but Bromsson 14 is right, we have no idea where Eragon is except for a beach. I am going to track this topic so i can keep up with vut

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Chapter 2: Cuts, Bruises and what not?

Roran was sitting in his tent, exhausted from the day’s works. He had been working tirelessly to subdue the revolts that were beginning to take place around the city. The people did not know yet if Lady Lorana had been freed of her oaths from Galbatorix, as such the people of Feinster were ready to fight to death for her.

Roran had spent the entire the day running around with his men, shouting at the inhabitants that Lady Lorana was safe and being treated with respect worthy of her position. He had just reported to Nasuada that they should find a permanent way to stop these revolts. Nasuada decided then to allow Lady Lorana to give a speech to her subjects, telling them that the Varden meant no harm, and that the subjects were now free of the King’s grasp.

Nasuada gave Roran the next day off, and had asked him to see if he could do something to get Eragon to come to the council meetings more frequently. Out the four council meetings, Eragon had attended only one, and Arya didn’t attend a single one.

Nasuada was quite frustrated at both of them though she knew why they were acting like, but she kept the reason to herself. The other council members weren't so sympathetic and openly questioned whether Eragon had "lost it". It had taken all of Roran's self-control to maintain a straight face.

Roran finally got up, Katrina was asleep, on account of her pregnancy she had been asked to take rest more often.He headed to Eragon’s tent, it was surely empty as it had been for the last few days, but Roran knew he could ask one of Eragon's guards for his whereabouts.

Indeed, Eragon wasn’t there in the tent so Roran asked an elf, who had a sort of dark blue fur, for Eragon’s whereabouts. The elf closed his mind and stayed like that for a while, Roran knew he was talking to someone using his mind, after which he said, “Saphira will come and pick you up and take you to him, she is just returning from her hunting trip.”

“Thanks . . .”

“Blodhgarm.”

“Thanks Blodhgarm, do you know why Eragon is acting so strangely?” Roran asked the elf.

“Indeed yes, he didn’t tell you?” Blodhgarm replied.

“No, I didn’t meet him after the battle . . . Well, what’s the reason?”

“I suggest you ask him, for he knows more than me, and my telling you might just confuse you all the more. Forgive me but you are his cousin, Roran, yes?”

“Yes.”

After a few minutes, Saphira landed in front of them, “Well are you going to get on Roran?”

“Nice to see you too, Saphira!” Roran replied, laughing.

They flew in silence, and in a couple of minutes, Saphira landed on the shore, a lone tree with two figures underneath it was a little way ahead of the.

“Roran, there’s something going on there that you would love to see! Creep up to them as quietly as possible.” Saphira told him.

Roran did as she told him, and was startled that in spite of her bulk and immense weight, Saphira was almost as stealthy as him, sometimes even more!

As they approached the tree, Roran saw Eragon and Arya in each other’s arms, Arya seemed to be crying and Eragon appeared to be comforting her. Roran smirked, it looked like his cousin was enjoying allright! Both of them didn’t notice Roran and Saphira, who stopped right behind them, on reaching there Roran understood what was really happening, which left him quite surprised.

“Arya, be strong, be strong like you used to be, our work isn’t done yet, we have to avenge our family members, we have to avenge our homes and our people, the fate of Alagaesia rests on us Arya, we cannot lose now, we must hold on . . . . we must Arya. At least I won’t let the deaths of my father, Oromis, Hrothgar, Ajihad and my uncle go in vain, I will fight Galbatorix, till either my dying day or his his . . . Will you join me Arya Shadeslayer?” Eragon looked at her after he finished talking

Arya looked up at him, eyes full of tears and nodded with a determined face.

“I will join you Eragon.”

“Pity you can’t say that in front of a large group, little one, you wouldn’t have spoken even half of that if Nasuada asked you to make a speech in front of all of the Varden!” commented Saphira, voicing her thoughts aloud to all of them.

Roran laughed, even thought he tried to stop himself. Arya quickly let go of Eragon and looked at the ocean, wiping her tears.

“What is your problem Saphira?” Eragon asked her angrily, “I’ll get back at you later; of course, I won’t clean your teeth for you tomorrow.”

Roran laughed and said, “Calm down Eragon, I wanted to meet you so I asked Saphira and she brought me here. By the way, why haven’t you been coming to the camp lately, Nasuada is quite frustrated at you, both of you as a matter of fact. Why, you both hardly attended any of the Varden’s meetings.”

“Roran, my mentors passed away a couple of days ago, during the battle. They were killed by Galbatorix, through Murtagh and Thorn.” Eragon replied sadly.

“Your mentors?”

“ Aye, they were a dragon and Rider of the old order …… the Rider’s name was Oromis, and the dragon’s name was Glaedr. Unluckily they were both handicapped and were much weaker than before . . . . And they couldn’t risk showing themselves because they knew they were the only ones other than my father, who could teach the next dragon and Rider, so they remained hidden with the elves.”

Eragon was in tears by the end of his explanation, Arya was also crying, even Saphira was sad.

“I am sorry Eragon, Arya and Saphira….”

Eragon nodded at him and placed an arm comfortingly around Arya’s shoulders.

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 September 2009 - 01:37 AM

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Thanks for the tips Bromsson and seprataraera.
Really appreciate it, I'll work on that now!

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 16 August 2009 - 12:26 PM

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Chapter 3: Agony, Pain . . . . and Misery!

Murtagh screamed with all his might, not because he was being tortured, but because Thorn was being tortured in his place. The King knew Murtagh hated to see Thorn suffering for no reason, which was exactly why he adopted to that method.

Thorn roared as loud as he could in his pain, Murtagh screamed out of agony as well as Thorn's pain bounced around the mental connection they shared.The methods of Thorn's torture were a big secret, and Galbatorix had made Thorn swear that he would not let Murtagh know. The King ignored Murtagh's pleadings as he sat on his throne and Murtagh sat weeping close to his feet, where he had fallen when the king had kicked him with all his might.

The Throneroom was a gigantic, with enough room for 2 dragons the size of Glaedr to fly around at ease, and even fight. The throne was raised on five steps, higher than all the other seats which were present in the sides, thus this was also a conference room, a room for the meetings of all the advisors, ministers and governors of the city. It was completely painted black. There were pillars also of black colour on both sides of the throne room very close to the walls, from the throne till the other end of the hall, together these pillars numbered four-and-sixty, thirty-two on each side.

"Please stop it, don't torture him more, he hasn't done anything wrong, torture me instead, it is I who disobey your orders, please . . . . STOP IT . . . AAHH"

The King's only reply was to laugh, an evil laugh, only acquired when he felt the pleasure and satisfaction of torturing someone, in this case, two simultaneously.The entire castle was filled with Thorn's roars and Murtagh's screams.

Murtagh tried in vain to stand up but was kicked again, making him fall of the steps of the throne. Again Murtagh tried to stand up, managed it and pounced at the king drawing Zar'roc as he did so.

The Throne room was the largest part of the the castle, or indeed the largest part of the entire city. Galbatorix's own living quarters were above the Throne room, a lavishly decorated bedroom where Galbatorix conducted all his twisted experiments.

Murtagh was up two steps when Thorn roared in pain again, but Murtagh did not scream, he made his pain his strength, and continued.

Beneath the huge castle was was a system of caves which the King thought only he and his servants knew about, an example of his false pride and arrogance.There were great secrets in those tunnels.

Murtagh ran another two steps, Zar'roc raised in preparation. Another fresh wave of agony and pain swept to Murtagh through his link with Thorn, but this time he didn't even flinch, Thorn didn't scream either, for even the dragon made the pain his strength.

The tunnels underneath the castle had a secret entrance, rather had many secret entrances, almost impossible to find. Jeod had found one of these entrances, an achievement to be proud of for it the one which had been used to steal Saphira's egg. But the king was cunning when he placed his treasures, though he still didn't know of the existence of that entrance.

Murtagh bounded up the final step and made to plunge Zar'roc into the blasted tyrant's heart, but to no avail. . .

With a muttered word, the King sent Murtagh flying across the room, making him land on his back at the other end. Though the king did not notice something missing in his pocket.

Murtagh looked up, there were many lights dancing around, and saw the sixteen large chandeliers which lit the room, along with the candles on the brackets of the pillars.

"It seems I agree with you now Murtagh, I'll torture instead of your pitiful, tailless dragon . . . Get up, Shur'tugal Abr Zar'roc, get up!"

Murtagh felt the effects of his true name on him but this time, they weren't as bad as before. In fact, this time had been the least harmful of all.

My true name must be changing. Thought Murtagh, if I can resist the pain and attack this wretch even after it, my name will probably change from Dragon Rider of Misery to something else.

"Enjoy yourself Murtagh, for this is your favorite method." Laughed the King.

Without showing even a flicker of fear, Murtagh resigned himself to his fate.

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Well, what do you guys think of this, I hope my description is good enough.
Anything that you think can be improved, just comment.
Thanks People.

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 September 2009 - 01:43 AM

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Chapter 4: Funeral Invitations

Eragon announced his arrival to the Nighthawks who allowed him to go inside. Upon entering, the first thing he saw was Nasuada sitting on her chair, looking extremely angry, next he saw Queen Izlanzadi in the mirror, no doubt she and Nasuada had been between a discussion. Nasuada's tent had been refurnished after most of it had been destroyed by Saphira. There was now a large closet, a chest of drawers, a large table for dinner and meeting purposes, other than that there were twenty or so fold able chairs, arranged properly in the corner, Nasuada's own chair and the huge mirror. Eragon finished greeting both of them, after which Nasuada began:

"Eragon, where have you been these past two days, and where in Alagaesia is Arya?" Nasuada asked angrily.

"My Lady," Eragon began, making his voice as dull and unemotional as he could, "I have been mourning the death of my masters, and I preferred to do it away from throngs, crowds and parties, which seemed to be going on a lot since we captured Fienster."

"How do you now about Oromis's and Glaedr's death, Eragon?" Izlanzadi asked with a surprised expression which she didn't bother trying to conceal.

"I have my ways, your Highness, but understand this, I am not quite alone yet, and their knowledge is still alive . . .. Do you get my meaning?" Eragon said in a quite voice which only Nasuada and the Queen heard.

Relief and understanding dawned upon the Queen's face.

"I understand Shur'tugal. There is one last thing, I want you and Arya to be here by the end of this week, for we are holding Oromis's funeral and it is vital that you, as his final apprentice, be present. I will instruct you in the ways of the funeral when you get here."

Nasuada, who had been quite so far, suddenly blurted out , "But we can't afford to let Eragon and Saphira go, if Murtagh and Thorn attack, we would all be killed! Please you must understand why I am saying this. For the good of the Varden and all of Alagaesia please-"

"Quite!" The Queen cut in. Nasuada immediately fell silent, though she did look somewhat flustered and irritated.

"Now, Eragon's guards are to stay with the Varden so that they can repel Thorn and Murtagh, and also create an illusion of Eragon and Saphira, which if necessary can used as a decoy to lead them away from you, right towards the elves, though that will be a drastic venture."

"Your Highness, when is the funeral?" Eragon asked before the Queen could begin lecturing them again.

"It is the first day of the next week." The Queen replied."I take my leave now, if you and Saphira arrive a little earlier it would be much better."

With that the Queen's image vanished from the mirror, which now reflected Eragon having a blank and impassive expression and Nasuada having a very shocked and utterly annoyed expression.

"You are not going, I tell you-" Nasuada started.

"Why not?" Eragon cut in before she could continue.

"Because we need you here!"

"Nasuada, can you for once let me do what I want? I need to pay my last respects to my masters because without them I would never have got this far. This is what I must do! The least you can do to thank them for teaching and educating me is to let me go to them and pay my last respects . . . Well?" Eragon lost control towards the end, and literally shouted the last word.

Within seconds the Nighthawks were inside, pointing their weapons at him and surrounding Nasuada to protect if need be.

But Eragon just looked at Nasuada with raised eyebrows. She nodded and said in a tone that accepted defeat, "You have leave to go, but please return as quickly as you can."

The Nighthawks looked at him but he just smiled at them, took his leave and returned to his tent.

After greeting Blodhgarm and the rest of his guards he finally lay down to sleep after the long day.

Good night Saphira, I'll tell you what happened tomorrow, I am too tired now.


Good night little one.

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4 Chapters in one day along with the prologue, I think I'll take a break for now.
As always, I await your comments (compliments wouldn't be too bad either!)

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 September 2009 - 06:36 AM

[bromsson14]

Nice job with the chapters! It seems that you took our advice and started to describe things more and that will help you immensly when it comes to later chapters. I'm looking forward to another update

[FireBaller]

Great chapters, keep at it =D

just as an afterthought is the name of the "book" supposed to be Eldunarya? as in a play on words of Eldunari and Arya?

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Fireballer,
The name of the book is 'Eldunarya' because the plural of 'eldunari' is 'eldunarya'.
CP said so in one of those Question and Answer things! I was originally going to name it 'Eldunari', but there already was a book by that name so I thought this will be cool.
Thanks for the comments, update in some time.

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 17 August 2009 - 02:26 AM

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Chapter 5: Confusion . . . .

Arya sat in her tent, and for the first time in the last three days she wasn't crying or grieving. It was a bright sunny morning, Eragon had comforted her well, but unluckily he had to go to Nasuada last night to show that he was fine and wasn't 'losing it'.

Her tent wasn't like any of the other tents of the Varden, it only had the necessities like a bed, two chairs, a small table where few people could sit, a small closet for clothes and a mirror. Arya was sitting on the side of the bed, thinking of the past events and analyzing the situation.

What is wrong with me? Have I become so close to Eragon that he can comfort me in a way even my mother can't? He comforted me so easily yesterday, it was as if he knew why I was crying and why i couldn't control myself.

Arya got up and paced around, restless in her thoughts.

Of course he knew why I was crying, i told him myself. Probably also because he himself was feeling the same. Even he has lost a lot in this war . . .

Then she remembered what Roran had told her regarding Nasuada.

I'll meet her today evening, I will be in a much better state of mind then.

. . . I can't just sit here, I need to go outside, find a place away from all these people, a place where it is absolutely quite.


Thus, she got up and hurried outside the camp, intending to go to the nearby trees where no one would disturb her.

Why did Oromis have to die? Why couldn't he have been spared, now who will help me in my times of trouble and grief? Who will lend me a shoulder for support? The despairing side of her mind thought.

Eragon will, I know it, he is a very good friend and he also shares my grief, he has lost as much as me in this war if not more. How can he maintain a calm demeanour if he knows what all he has lost and what all he can lose? She thought to herself.

What she didn't notice was that her mind was open to all for she had forsaken her barriers in her grief.

He knows of his loss, Arya, but he hasn't given up hope, he still has a lot to live for. He has me, Roran and Katrina, you, Nasuada, Orik and the whole of Alagaesia. He lives on for vengeance as well, if not for anything else. Do not despair, friend-of-my-Rider, for he and I shall never give up hope, and nor should you. Someone said in her mind.

Saphira?

Indeed.

Arya stopped going towards the trees, and instead went over to where Saphira was lying, beside Eragon's tent. She sat down next to her, leaning against her foreleg after she had greeted Eragon's guards.

Then Arya's thoughts turned to what Saphira had done earlier yesterday, playing that prank on her and Eragon, and embarrassing them in front of Roran, Eragon more than her anyway.

What was the need to pull that stupid prank Saphira?

It was too good a chance to miss! That was one of the only ways I could think of to stop both of you from crying your eyes out. Saphira replied mischievously, though Arya sensed something else in Saphira's mind, something she had never sensed in her before. Was it fear or-

Another mind brushed against Arya's, which she recognized immediately,

Eragon?

Yes Arya, we are leaving tonight for Gil'ead and for Oromis's and Glaedr's funeral.

We?

. . . Yeah, your mother asked me to bring you as well, though Blodhgarm and the others will have to stay.......... Where are you? I can sense you are nearby but I can't see you!

Hmm . . . Over here! When is the funeral? Arya asked Eragon as came up to her.

"First day of the next week, though your mother said it will be better if we arrived there a little early. There are just three days of this week left, I and Saphira reached Fienster at the first day. It might take us two days to reach there, leaving us with one free day." Eragon explained, talking with his mouth instead of his mind.

Eragon, why aren't your guards accompanying us?

I wish they could, but if Murtagh and Thorn attack, they will be needed to repel them. . . What's wrong Saphira? I can feel some unease in you.

Oh no . . . . Its nothing! Well I need to hunt, I'll see you in an hour or two. Saphira replied hurriedly and made to take off, forcing Arya to stand up and get next to Eragon.

But you went hunting just yesterday Saphira, has your appetite increased or something? Fine,I'll clean your teeth for you when you return! Eragon told her in an attempt to subdue her odd emotions.

Saphira didn't reply but gratitude flowed to Eragon from their connection, and she soon took off. Eragon and Arya watched her go, surprised at her reaction.

"Is it me or is Saphira acting rather odd? I don't know what that emotion was but I've never felt it before in her." Eragon said.

"Yes I felt it too. I don't know about the emotion, but I am quite sure she was running away from us before we pressed her with questions. I'll advice you not to ask her about it though, it would be a waste of time." Arya replied.

Fine I'll just have to find out without her knowing it!

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Well hows that, quite a chapter, what say you? (I mean comments please!)

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 September 2009 - 06:44 AM

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Chapter 6: A Nightmare......or More?

He was facing a huge, sapphire blue dragon, a blue sword drawn in his hands.

"Saphira its me Eragon, 'little one'. I am the real Eragon, Saphira believe me, I am the real Eragon!" He shouted with all his might, fear and panic evident in his voice.

The dragon just roared and a female elf on its back shouted," You can't fool us,I fell for it once, I won't do so again! Now WHERE is Eragon? Answer me, NOW!"

"I am the real Eragon, Arya, how can I prove it to you?"He pleaded with them.

"He is useless, Saphira burn him, that will teach Galbatorix that we cannot be fooled!"The rider shouted back.

"No . . .please, you don't understand, please WAIT!"

But the dragon opened its maw and sapphire blue flames burst forth at him.

"BRISINGR!" He roared, and his sword burst into flames.

Eragon got up, drenched with sweat. Arya was hurrying towards him and Saphira was nowhere in sight.

Eragon was holding his hands in front of him in such a manner as if he was holding his sword, pointing upwards. Then, he noticed his energy was slowly ebbing out of him and realized that his sword was shining in its sheath. He wondered why.

"Eragon are you all right? I was just looking around for something interesting when I heard you pleading in your sleep, and finally you shouted 'Brisingr' at the top of your voice. What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"

Eragon looked up at her, utterly startled by his dream and also by what she told him, then he hurriedly cut of the flow of energy which he was sending to his sword and making it burst into the smokeless flames.

"Yes Arya it was just a nightmare nothing else, at least I hope, but it seemed so realistic, I have a feeling that it was a premonition. But I think I'll keep it to myself at the moment Arya, forgive me." Eragon said, still shocked.

"Where is Saphira?" Eragon asked, in order to change the topic of discussion.

"She went to stretch her wings after waking up, she is on her way here now." Arya replied, but she understood the change of topic.

It was the second day of their journey to Gil'ead. They had flown throughout the last-to-last night till last evening, and had stopped to take a brake for the night. They were near Bullridge and were sure that they would reach the elves by the afternoon, or at the most, the evening.

Arya was saying something but Eragon was lost in his thoughts:

I better not tell this to Saphira either, she'll get too upset, something I want to avoid since she is still very shaken by the death of our masters. Not Master Glaedr but still he hasn't contacted any of us and I thought it will best to let him be for a while. What a horrible fate, to be parted from Master Oromis after the decades they had always been together.I hope that it NEVER happens to me or Saphira, the shock would kill the both of us.

"Eragon, are you listening?" Arya asked, appearing genuinely concerned, something quite rare for she never allowed her emotions to be shown on her face.

They were in a small clearing in the woods, where they had landed last night, and placed wards to make the camp invisible and force intruders to go away.

"Oh, sorry, I am still a little drowsy, what were you saying?"Eragon asked, eager to escape the stupid situation.

"Shall we leave as soon as Saphira returns?"Arya asked, sitting down next to him.

"Aye, we will...." Eragon lost his thread of speech as he looked into her beautiful emerald eyes, they were questioning him, studying his eyes for any sign of uneasiness.

"Eragon, tell me what was your dream about, I can see in your eyes that it is bothering you." Arya asked. Eragon hurriedly tore his gaze away from her eyes and looked at the trees.

The clearing was quite small, a little bigger than Saphira's size, which is why they slept there, it was surrounded by quite strong trees of different varieties. Some were holly, or elder and even rosewood. Many shrubs and bushes were present there.They were sitting at the edge of the clearing, leaning against an elder tree.

"Eragon?"

"No Arya, not now, it'll be best to leave it for after the funeral, probably during the return trip. I don't want to distract you right now, I am too confused by it myself to understand it completely.When I do, I'll . . ."Eragon stopped as Arya placed a hand on his cheek and turned his face gently to meet hers.

"Fine Eragon, I believe you but I'll hold you to your word. Understand that I will also be there for you, always, no matter what." She said softly, her eyes meeting his. Eragon smiled and kept looking at her, even she returned his smile and his gaze.

Look at you two, gawking at each other as if the one you were facing was made of gold. Saphira said in an annoyed tone as she landed in front of them.

No reply came from any of them.

That was too much for her, she was not used to being ignored, especially by Eragon.

Eragon! Arya! Are you two going to get on or should I leave without you? . . . .Well, answer me. She raored in their minds.

Sorry Saphira, we'll get on right now. Eragon replied hastily as he and Arya tore their gaze away from each other and began collecting their possesions.

About time! Saphira fumed.

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 September 2009 - 06:52 AM

[Polynesian]

The story is doing fairly average. You have pretty much things to do, but it's a good start. I'd recommend a lot of more description. The beginning was cliché, what with an Arya Point of view about her confusion, Murtagh point of view of his misery, Murtagh's true name, Oromis and Glaedr's funeral etc. However, it's up to you whether these clichés are good or not. I hope you have a lot things planned for the funeral, because in my opinion there's no point in the funeral unless something happens there In the future, I'd say you should try to make the characters a bit more original, and more desciption.

By the way, I suggest you don't double post. It's agianst the rules, and it would be a bad thing indeed to have this story locked

Patiently waiting for an update

[Eragon S Bromsson]

Chapter 7: End of the Rebellion . . . In Your Dreams!

Murtagh was hanging upside down, his ankles were tied to the ceiling of the cell, a soldier was lashing at his back with a whip, he had undergone five-and-forty lashes so far. He didn't let a gasp of pain come out from his mouth, and shouted curses at the King who stood in front of him.

"I see you are made of sterner stuff than most of the others, just like your father. He would have been proud of you Murtagh, and his dragon would have been proud of Thorn, especially after what you have endured." The King said, sneering in enjoyment of the torture.

Murtagh shot him a venomous glare of pure hatred, but did not so much as wince when the whip struck his back for the forty-sixth time.Murtagh knew that he could not give Galbatorix the satisfaction that he had been giving for the last few months, ever since Thorn had hatched for him.

They were in the dungeons, the place where the prisoners were kept, usually till their dying day. Murtagh was one such unlucky soul, unluckier because so far as he knew, he didn't have a dying day. The dungeons were just above the network of the tunnels underneath the castle. The cells in the dungeons were a dull grey colour, there were no windows in any of them, thus the dungeons were lit only by the torches when they bore fire in them. Mice scuttled in various places, eating the flesh from the carcasses of the dead.

"You are weak Mutagh, you can't resist against me, you have as small a chance of it as an ant has of killing a dragon. You are my slave Murtagh, you are my slave Shur'tugal Abr Zar'roc, yes or no?"

"Yes!"

The whipping continued til' it reached the number sixty.

"Okay that's enough, get off Murtagh." The King, freeing his ankles with magic, making him fall straight to the floor. "Go to your dragon, heal yours and his wounds and be ready to fly to Gil'ead, and from there to Belatona, the rebellion hasn't reached there yet, but after Fienster, that's the obvious target."

Without a reply or a backward glance, Murtagh swept through the room, and ran to the dragon hold.The 'dragon hold' was a room just a little smaller than the Throne room, it was just named so because it was where Thorn lived. There were many such 'dragon holds' around the castle, one just above the dungeons, where Shruikan was kept. Thorn was in the topmost dragon hold, above Galbatorix's own quarters.

Murtagh, before you say anything, you are going to heal yourself, otherwise I am not going to listen to anything you say.Thorn told Murtagh as he arrived at the dragon hold.

Right Thanks Thorn, waise heill . . . Phew, what a releif but I didn't give him the satisfaction of the torture this time, I can feel it, soon our hopes will come true.Murtagh said.

Where are we gong now Murtagh? The elves have taken Gilead, and the Varden are at Fienster.

We have to go to Gil'ead to fend off the elves again, but I think I better give our Masters a little surprise.Murtagh said, and left for the tunnels, grabbing a couple of saddle bags as he went.

It was in one of the tunnels that a few of the eldunarya and the green egg was kept. He hurriedly stuffed as many of them as possible into one of the saddlebags, along with the green egg, and ran back to the dragon hold.

Galbatorix was quite cunning when it came to placing his treasures like the eldunari and the dragon eggs. He had kept some eldunari in three different tunnels, along with one dragon egg, and magically sealed them with placed dozens of wards. Since two of the dragon eggs were gone, Galbatorix allowed Murtagh entry into only one of those three tunnels, but in his pride he forgot that the third egg was also in the same tunnel. That was also the reason why the person sent by the Varden to steal the dragon eggs, many decades ago, was able to steal only Saphira's egg, because he didn't know where the other eggs were.

He hurried to Thorn, and climbed onto him, mentally contacted Tharim, Galbatorix's Head Magician and told him that they were leaving.

Are you sure this will work Murtagh? Thorn asked, fear evident in his voice.

Yes Thorn, we will succeed . . . we have to keep our hopes up, for without it we are lost.

I am coming brother!

This post has been edited by Eragon S Bromsson: 29 September 2009 - 07:19 AM