[Caducus]

This is my first piece of fanfiction so any constructive criticism is welcome. This piece is about Eragon the first not Eragon and Saphira. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1:A Gloomy Outlook

Darkness engulfed the forest as a young elf struggled to find a safe place to rest for the night. All around him were the remains of a once proud forest full of joyous parties and was full of peaceful glades that reflected a beauty that could rarely be seen anywhere else. The forest was now reduced either chopped down for vile engines of warfare or burnt to ashes through the fierce inferno that was brought when a dragon breathed. The Elf contemplated on recent things which had thrown the world into chaos; many elves he had known had perished in the fighting men and women who had become great scholars were strewn across the ground lying there only to be trampled. He had a name yet what did it matter if he was Eragon, he was a nobody who would as well be swept into war and fall like his many brethren and his corpse a feast for the carrion.

He had once known peace where many days went by and felt only like a day, where there were parties in abundance and many would gather just to hear poems and to share their own creations. Where the Dragons were just not even thought of a race of unintelligent creatures that minded their own business. The peace ended in a crushing blow to both sides a young hunter whom he had known but never been close to killed a Dragon while it was unaware it was in danger. The Dragons then killed the young hunter leaving his body torn apart and so disfigured that it was unable to be known who it was if you just looked at him. The Dragons did not stop their they wanted the whole of the Elven race to pay for this act of murder, they slaughtered whole towns which held many of Eragons closest families and friends. The result of this brash act by this young elf started Du Fyrn Skulblaka.

Peace had since been void open hostilities still raged across the world and both sides paid dearly. Eragon had luckily escaped being thrown into war and his luck was running out the army was in need of new fighters.

What have I gotten myself into? Eragon thought. How can I even seek to live out a couple more years I have barely managed to stay out of the fighting and my luck gets closer to running out each day.

A sound pierced the silence it sent shivers up Eragons spine as he realized he neared a new battlefield. As he neared the sound he saw flashes of fire and he could hear the screams of the wounded and dying and the smell of the dead made Eragon want to vomit.

Fear rose up as he crept to a ridge to see the battle. Dragons and Elves lay dead or dying the elves were pierced in many places and had gaping wounds from the claws and teeth of the dragons, blood dripping from these wounds where others were charred and or burning to death. The Dragons were stuck full of arrows and spears their blood poured and burned the land around them as many struggled to live while the battle raged around them. Pity welled up inside of Eragon as he saw many lords and lady's that had once been gracious hosts being burned and torn to shreds, and many dragons that if seen from a distance would have resembled mountains and their scales were more bright and rich than any metal or gem.

If only there was some way to end this. All of our attempts to communicate have been in vain yet it is impossible to think that we will all die in this war due to a naive hunter trying to impress us with his skill. Eragons thoughts consumed him until he realized that the elves were retreating to try and be able to fight another day.

Eragon left the ridge and went back to search for a place to rest and start the process of getting away from this bloody war which had consumed the lives of many. Darkness shrouded Eragon as he entered the barren forest once again.

As he traveled he lost track of where he had been going so lost in thought that he stumbled upon an ancient grove of trees that still stood a beacon of hope for a weary traveler. When he entered the glade it was not as he thought it still was just as fair as he had remembered the glades of this forest used to be but it had leaves scattered around and many pieces of timber were strung around the edge of the glade. Still Eragon was content that it was safe so he laid down his bedding and got ready for hopefully the first restful night in many long months.

All of this will sort itself out at some point in time but until then I must get away from this war for a little while. So it was Eragon drifted to his waking sleep.

That night Eragon dreams consisted of the wonderful times he had spent with friends and family at many parties but a feeling of foreboding filled him as one by one the friends were consumed by a fire and once they had all been consumed it took to the likeness of a dragon. It stared at Eragon a long moment then said You will be our next victim! With that the Dragon jumped at Eragon.

He awoke with a start as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He was relaxed after a while and watched as the sun rose in the sky making everything seem bright and clear. It was several hours before Eragon arose from his bedding to start making food. As he rose he took in his surroundings and as he did so he noted that the glade he had been laying was ringed with wood and many other materials and that the grass had many leaves spread around. The sound of flapping wings broke into his mind and he was forced to run to the edge of the trees to hide from the creature. A Dragon flew over the clearing heading south and did not notice Eragon hiding in the trees. Still recovering from his shock he looked back at the glade and taking it in was able to see it for what he it was. There in front of him was a nest of a Dragon.

This post has been edited by Caducus: 04 November 2009 - 08:39 AM

[giorgia]

lol.. I'm glad you made a fanfic about Eragon the elf. I didn't know if anyone ever attempt to do that.Goog! Like it though..


Nice start but I think it's better if you make what Eragon was saying italized..
It's a bit confusing.And try to make your descriptionns better.

I don't know, just what I think.

Loking forward on the next one.

[Caducus]

lol.. I'm glad you made a fanfic about Eragon the elf. I didn't know if anyone ever attempt to do that.Goog! Like it though..


Nice start but I think it's better if you make what Eragon was saying italized..
It's a bit confusing.And try to make your descriptionns better.

I don't know, just what I think.

Loking forward on the next one.

Thanks I wanted to make this a filler chapter giving a background. Ugh I just looked back and found that the italics didn't carry over from word. Ill try to make the descriptions better . I am going to have the next one up as soon as possible!

[Candy Spots]

Wow, that was great! Keep up the good work! I am looking forward to more.

[Caducus]

New chapter is incoming it should be up in a matter of a few hours im putting on the final touches to it.

[Caducus]

Fortune smiles upon me when I can write two chapters in two days! Well here it is I hope you like it

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2. A slight hope
As he stood there two emotions took hold one a feeling of elation that the Dragons did not feel safe breeding in the normal areas and were nesting in seemingly random areas like this one. The other emotion was of fear that held him in place even though he wanted to run because he was sitting in a Dragons sacred place and a Dragon probably won't be gone for long. Curiosity took hold and he unglued his feet from the ground and started to look around the nest taking in everything.

This nest is the same as that of many birds but in a way completely different! This thought continued to run through his mind as he scouted it. But if this is a nest where are the young Dragons or if they are indeed like a bird where are the eggs?

No matter where he looked he was unable to find anything that might be something in the birth of a Dragon no fragments nor was there any remnants of food for a young creature. He searched the tall grass and to the tops of the humongous pines that surrounded him but nothing was remotely helped him in his search.

Thoroughly stumped he decided to scout the area to make sure there was nothing hostile to him for since he had missed the nest he might have also missed anything unfriendly. During this time he gathered wild berry's and fruits he even found a extremely clear stream that at first glance made Eragon believe there was a mirror in the middle of no where. He decided he would follow the stream to its end the next day and start his journey for he did not want to be anywhere near here when a Dragon ready to birth came because he felt he would not survive to see another day.

Eragon headed back to the glade and gathered everything that he had brought and then headed back to the stream he was far enough away he doubted he would be found. He then set out making some food using the bread he had brought with him and the berry's and fruits and washed it down with the water from the stream.

It was only then roughly three in the afternoon yet he still had much to do and he felt he should not start a journey just to stop as soon as it had started. I will stay here and then tomorrow I will head out on my journey to no where. He did not want to stay but logic told him to.

He felt a sudden urge to sit and meditate as many of his elders had taught him even though he was not a great spell caster, magic was imbued into his blood. He opened his mind to the wilderness striving to see everything yet nothing the ultimate way to become calm. He felt the ants set about their work repairing the damage to their hill from a squirrel that had run over it and many of the workers set about collecting the crumbs that he had let fall during his meal. Each ant was separate but in the same way was bonded to the others intricately giving their all to the good of whole of the society doing its job no matter how big or small that job was.

A Hawk glided down to a branch near him waiting patiently for his prey to emerge from the ground. The mouse sensing danger refused to surface instead start tunneling in a different direction.A bee pollinating the flowers and spreading it to the next while the flower used that to survive and produce seeds. Yet there was an unfamiliar presence so foreign yet it felt so much a part of the world it freighted him although he did not even know where it came from.

Aside from the odd entity he was able to relax and release the strain of the past few years and come to peace with the world. When he had heard everything but nothing he closed his mind and then prepared himself to start his Rimgar using the moderate form so as to not completely wear him out. It helped him relax himself and allowed him to get out a lot of energy that had been kept in as he had traveled much of the time it had been used to walk but he hadn't used his entire body in one exercise in many months.

The Foreign entity still bothered him as he continued in his practice he had not yet felt something as powerful as that which he had felt but also in something so small these two did not add up nor feel right.

After much debate with his conscience he decided it would be best if he tried to pinpoint the exact location of this creature. He slowly opened his mind again reluctant to feel that presence again as he stretched his mind out he found it again. His mind reached out to it to find the exact location as his mind touched the creature he was forced to retreat as a probe pierced his thought and broke many of his loose barriers he still had up. He struggled to put up a barrier to ward off the probe but he had no need to after a few seconds the probe slowed and let up its attack and slowly retreated the young elves mind. He had pinpointed the creatures location but the price he paid for it he was still unsure. It was in an area roughly a quarter of a mile away downstream.

Eragon shuddered as he remembered the ferocity of the attack and just how foreign and different its mind was. He had been unable to gain any footing in the mind of the creature as its mind had been heavily guarded what scared him the most was that he had been unable to put up a barrier around his mind. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that whatever the creature was it could easily destroy Eragon. As he recovered from the attack he tried to figure out what needed to be done.

Don't be a coward Eragon! Part of him screamed but yet his conscience told him If that thing could do that to your mind what do you think it will do to you physically.

He struggled for several long moments until he decided that he would follow the stream and when he got to where he had felt the creature he would hide and search around the area from his hiding point.

Although I will wait until a new day has come so as to rest and ponder more on what has just happened. And with that he started preparing his dinner much the same as his lunch.

After he had finished dinner he entertained himself by reciting a few of his favorite poems that had been created by many of those he had loved. With this he mourned for many of their deaths but honored their memory by saying these poems for them. Many creatures gathered around him and listened to his poems which had an air of power but were extremely pleasant to the ear. When he had recited a few of the smaller poems he knew he realized that it had grown late and the moon was high in the sky. So with that he laid down and let his waking dreams take him.

He was awoken by a bright light shining above the sun had risen and hung low in the morning sky. It was slightly overcast and the sun gave the sky a look of blood passing across it. It was extremely beautiful and awe inspiring at the same time. He quickly gathered some of the fruit hanging in the trees surrounding him and made a hasty breakfast as he neared the end of it he slowly felt his nerves getting the best of him as he feared of what might happen as he searched for this creature that could destroy any weaker creature.

Eragon decided to not dwell on these facts saying Many Elves have fought greater creatures than them and survived why can't I? This thought heartened him as he prepared his things to go. He refilled his water packs and picked the ripest fruit enough for three days journey. He strung his bow and loosed his sword in its sheath in case the creature might come for him physically yet he hardly believed he would survive until then because of the power of the creatures mind.

If only it was like any other creature many throughout the Elven nation believed that I was a amazing swordsmen and archer some even thought I had no equal. This thought made him grin but slowly he lost all feelings of humor as he continued to walk.

Events that had transpired the night before kept popping up in his brain as he traversed the land to the point he had felt the creature. Why did the creature stop attacking when it had gained the advantage over me I was unable to do anything to it? This was the thought the dominated his thoughts as he grew closer.

As he neared the clearing he found a tree strong enough to hold him as he climbed he glimpsed that the clearing was only about forty feet in total and it was unremarkable except that there was a pond that dominated most of the clearing it was just as clear as the stream and had many rocks at the bottom of multiple different colors none that he could find were extraordinary. Eragon open his mind and stretched it out yet again yet he could not find the creature no matter how far he stretched either it had completely hidden its mind or it had left. He felt no danger in the clearing so he hopped down the tree and into the clearing. There were no creatures there but there were tracks that suggested that it was a major water source for the surrounding wildlife.

Relief having washed over him that there was nothing dangerous he decided he should wash up since this would probably be the last place he would be able to do so. His dark brown hair and his light blue eyes glinted in the sunlight just before a cloud covered it. I guess I should take a bath before a storm hits or it may be a very bad time to bathe.

He started pulling clothing off of his powerful body he was tall and strong even by Elven standards. As he pulled off the last of his clothing he dived into the water. It was surprisingly warm and refreshing at the same time, it helped ease his battered body. He swam around the pond it looked small but was surprisingly deep he estimated that it was probably fourteen feet deep he was able to swim to the bottom easily yet he found nothing of note. As he returned to the surface the sun came back out from behind the cloud and Eragon found himself staring into the depths of the pond among the stones he found himself blinded unable to see he turned away from it and waited until the sun went behind the clouds again to look into the depths of the pond. He found himself staring at a ordinary white stone it didn't look large so feeling it might have some value he swam to the bottom. He tried to pick the rock up but was unable to and so he set about in between swimming up for breathe he cleared away the rocks he soon found himself staring at a rock roughly the size of his stomach he was unable to admire it for more than a second before he was forced to swim to the top.

He put the stone down and set about clothing himself as he finished he looked at the stone to try and determine what it was. It was harder than any diamond Eragon had every seen or felt but it was perfectly shaped in an oval shape, it was brighter than any gem he had seen either and when held in the sun was unbearable to look at. He contemplated these things it would be worth much more to the Dwarfs than it would be to any Elf for it was by far the greatest gem ever crafted yet it was not clear like many other gems were it had a thin layer of cloudy white surrounding it yet it had little veins a parchment colored white crossing around the gem. If any experience of his was to tell of the worth it probably valued greater than the Dwarfs Isidar Mithrim which many beheld as the greatest gem of all time. Although Eragon wanted to know what could have made this gem and he opened his mind and tried to probe it but as soon as he had he found a mind he thought he had escaped. It was the mind of the creature that had attacked him. This time however it was cautious and instead it was warm and had a glow about it.

Eragon almost dropped the egg for that is what it must be but what kind of creature could have an egg like this and before he could go any further with that thought he realized as though he had known all along, that the egg he held before him was that of a Dragon! With that revelation Eragon felt the mind of the young Dragon feel smug.

This post has been edited by Caducus: 26 October 2009 - 10:13 PM

[giorgia]

Nice!!!

You're getting better eh?, you know the descriptions.lol
Just keep up the good work and this fanfic will be more awesome.

Anyway, it seems that you really knew Eragon the first. I like how you described him
and whenever I think about him, I can't help myself but compare him to Eragon Bromsson.
Well, I think that's what you want us to feel when reading this am I right?.lol

So, it was great!!

Looking forward to tne next one..
Hope you update soon.

[Caducus]

Nice!!!

You're getting better eh?, you know the descriptions.lol
Just keep up the good work and this fanfic will be more awesome.

Anyway, it seems that you really knew Eragon the first. I like how you described him
and whenever I think about him, I can't help myself but compare him to Eragon Bromsson.
Well, I think that's what you want us to feel when reading this am I right?.lol

So, it was great!!

Looking forward to tne next one..
Hope you update soon.

Hey thanks I was looking forward to see how the readers like this one (btw to anyone reading this plz post if you like it and post about anything I should work on etc.) I am hoping for these first few days to crank out a couple more chapters. To anyone reading I will give a bone to you guys Chapter 3 will be named Decisions you will have a bit of time to think on that.

[giorgia]

Hmmm..Decisions?!


I wonder what this next chapter will be..

[Candy Spots]

Hey, great job! I loved his reaction when he realized it was a dragon's egg. Can't wait for chapter 3! Decisions? Hmmm...

[Caducus]

Chapter 3 is out check it out if you have not posted yet and you like it please post

[Dragon eggs from the]

What are you on about? Its not out yet

[Caducus]

My internet died on me and I had to reboot it (I am feeling quite much the liar here lol) but here it is as I have said continue to read and comment on it.

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3. Decisions!

Shock washed over him and slowly threatened to overwhelm him, so as to protect himself and the egg he slowly put it down on the ground and retreated across the clearing. Many thoughts rush through his head and with them questions that were hard to answer. What should I do? Was the foremost thought in his mind. If he destroyed it he may destroy a future enemy but if he raised the young Dragon he may be able to use it against the Dragons and end the war.

These Decisions are not only yours. A calm voice said through his mind. Fear and Anger welled up in him as he realized it was the Dragon speaking to him. Where was he safe if his mind was an open like a book especially to one so young as this Dragon! Yet how powerful is this Dragon and just how intelligent is it much was unclear to him but this much was clear he must block his mind and make a decision soon or else risk the parent coming back for its young one.

Firstly he had to decide what to do with the egg. If he destroyed the egg he would make many enemies within the Dragon war and certainly not survive to make it to an Elven encampment. If he kept the egg he might make a powerful ally that would allow the elves to gain the advantage in the war and possibly end it quickly. Yet he doubted he could control the Dragon if it was as powerful as it had seemed through his encounters with it. The mind although young had a wisdom beyond match behind it making the Dragons much more fearsome than many had thought at first. A distant thought that had gone unnoticed until now came to the forefront of his mind what if he used the Dragon to communicate and make a peace treaty with the Dragons. This seemed the most logical but as the young Dragon had pointed out that was a choice he couldn't make without the Dragons consent.

The only choice then he could make was to destroy something so powerful before it could grow any stronger. He slowly prepared himself to do this deed much to his distaste he felt he must do this for it was the only way he could control the situation. Yet every time he got ready and went to pick it up he could not bring himself to destroy it he slowly gave up and decided he could not kill the Dragon. I will take the egg to the elders and then they will decide what to do with it for I am no murderer. His decision made he set up food and bedding for that evening and set down to meditate for the evening. Even though he disliked the idea of ferrying the egg it was the only way he could go about this whole situation without having blood on his hands. He stretched out his mind to calm himself but made sure he did not come into contact with the egg for he did not want another battle because of his carelessness slowly he calmed down until the pressure of the entire day overwhelmed him and he passed into the realm of the sleeping.

He was awoken by a probe searching his mind he quickly threw up his barriers to block the mind, Eragon arose realizing that the dragon was again searching his mind this time it wasn't a knife plunging into his thoughts yet it was not overly pleasant. The egg was becoming more than he wanted to deal with first it played on his conscience and wouldn't allow him to kill it and now it would not let him get any sleep. He would be pleased to be rid of it and get back out and away from an annoying presence which this egg had become very quickly. Eragon packed his bags and got ready to set out before he even thought about getting the egg prepared for the adventure he cleared enough space in his bag for the egg to fit in it and not be to much of a hassle.

Slowly and gingerly he made his way to the egg and slowly bent down to pick it up but as his skin brushed the surface of the egg Eragon cried out in alarm for as he had touched it the egg started to rock. Ferrying an egg was what he had planned to do but carrying a baby Dragon half way across the world was not at all ideal.

“Ugh why do you have to make my life so difficult! Why couldn't you have bothered someone else I just wanted to get away from war!” Eragon cried out in anger.

Yet he could do nothing but stay with the egg because regardless of what the Dragon had done the Elves needed it and no matter what he wanted he had to stay there and wait for the survival of the elves certainly could rely on this Dragon. He dozed off waiting for the egg to hatch it wasn't until it started squeaking that he finally awoke. He stared down at the egg as a crack appeared along the edge of it then more continued to show up. Slowly but surely the dragon emerged from the egg if Eragon had thought the egg was beautiful it was nothing compared to the beauty of the Dragon that was inside the egg. It's scales were that of the purest white it's body was about the size of his hand to his bicep. The Dragons wings were larger than it's an entire body yet it looked like dried parchment. It had spike going from the head to tail small and sharp. The Dragons teeth were like tiny daggers and its tail a club Eragon doubted that few would be able to fight this Dragon and win in the years to come.

The Dragon after emerging set about the task of licking the fluids off of itself. Eragon found himself staring at the Dragon. How could something so beautiful and elegant be so dangerous?

Once the Dragon finished it went about searching its surroundings, Eragon reached out to touch the Dragon right before he touched it the Dragon raised its snout and touched Eragons hand. When their skin touched light flashed and icy pain stretched from his palm and spread throughout his body. The last thing Eragon remembered was a voice say Now we are one!

Eragon awoke to moisture clinging to his face, slowly he opened his eyes to find that it was raining. How long have I been out and why did I black out? It took several long moments for him to remember what had happened to him. Slowly fearing what he might see he looked down at his palm. There on his had was a oval the color of the purest white but how could that be and what did this mean? It was then that he realized the Dragon was gone, Eragon tried calling out but he was unable to get its attention if it was close to him it would not listen to him. Although he wanted to feel relieve he felt a measure of fear for the little Dragon regardless. Even though he feared contact with the Dragons mind he feared for the Dragons life for it wasn't that big. He spread his mind out searching for the contact he feared he found it and instead of it attacking it opened its mind to him.

Little one you have been out for sometime and hunger overcame me so I decided to hunt I am in the trees across from you! Eragon was surprised at his and found that the voice sounded much like a males voice the wisdom was evident and so was the intelligence of the Dragon.

Relieved that he had found the dragon finally he headed towards the Dragon. "Little one?" I wasn't the one that was born this morning. Eragon said just barely keeping a straight face.

This may be true but I was inside my egg for a very long time, I have felt the changing of the world many times during my entrapment of the egg. Said the young dragon by the time he had finished Eragon had found him and his kill in the tree's.

If what the young dragon had said then it could be only a few years or hundreds of years old . Eragon shivered at the thought of being cramped in that small of a living space. Eragon found himself staring at the creature so graceful and proud. It was fierce and determined to survive yet Eragon could not help but feel protectiveness for this Dragon. Slowly it dawned upon him that when he had touched the dragon it had created a bond between them, Eragon was not sure how powerful it was but it explained many things that had happened since that time. Even blocking his mind could help little for he felt the feel of the Dragons emotions and shifting of its thoughts regardless.

This in itself caused a great predicament for he could not allow any harm to befall this young dragon so it put him in a position where he could not take the dragon until it could protect itself. But he could not let it stay out here by itself so there was only one thing he could do and that would be they would grow together until they were both able to confront the elders.

Eragon ran his thoughts past the Dragon and it took much convincing to the young Dragon that he was still not ready yet. The Dragon agreed with some pain that they were not fully prepared to take on the elders.

They talked much more through the evening and night and it was a long while before Eragon realized embarrassingly that he did not even know the Dragons name. He cursed himself at forgetting his courtesy and his mind. I just realized that I don't know your name it shames me that I forgot my manners! Eragon told the Dragon.

Hmmm I am not sure what my name is if my parents named me I don't know what it was. The Dragon conveyed to Eragon.

Well if it is alright with you I would like to name you Bid'Daum since you are our last hope for a end to this war. Said Eragon.

I like that name Bid'Daum it has a great power about it! Exclaimed Bid'Daum

Slowly afterwards they agreed to sleep for the night making a shelter for them out of the rain they both prepared for sleep. It took many hours for Eragon to find sleep because he had not only befriended a Dragon but was also bonded to it.

This post has been edited by Caducus: 27 October 2009 - 09:25 PM

[Dragon eggs from the]

That was a good chapter but regardless of the time a dragon spends in an egg it doesn't become wiser. Take a look at Saphira, could she talk inside her egg? No, so what makes Bid'Daum so different.
Still, this is interesting and I will keep my eye on it.
DFT

[giorgia]

I will take the egg to the elders and then they will decide what to do with it for I am no murderer.

NIce!! Just like Eragon the present. Afraid of killing.!! Good job.

"Ugh why do you have to make my life so difficult! Why couldn't you have bothered someone else I just wanted to get away from war!" Eragon cried out in anger.

Really reminds me of Eragon searching his way how to find peace within himself now that the next generation of dragon riders starts with him. Awesome

Once the Dragon finished it went about searching its surroundings, Eragon reached out to touch the Dragon right before he touched it the Dragon raised its snout and touched Eragons hand. When their skin touched light flashed and icy pain stretched from his palm and spread throughout his body. The last thing Eragon remembered was a voice say Now we are one!

Nice!!Just like in the movie and in the book.

Wow!!!I'm liking this fanfic..
Just keep up the good work Caducus.


Your eagerly-awaits-the-next-chappy-reader
Giorgia