Disclaimer: I do not own any character from the Inheirtance Series. They strictly belong to Christopher Paolini.
And just fyi, this takes place after Eldest going into the third book, Brisinger. WARNING!!! This story contains spoilers!
What if there was another dragon egg in Alagaesia that not even Galbatorix knew of? One that not even the elves knew of!
What if that egg came to land into the hands of another young dragon rider and the both of them learned almost everything Eragon knew all the while keeping themselves off the face of the world?
This is their story and how they came to meet up with Eragon and Saphira right after the battle in the Burning Plains.
Hidden
Blood and bodies ruled now. The battle in the fields of Surda spilt blood as if the ocean itself cried over onto the earth and the gods, having pity on the arrogance of those who dwelled on middle earth, stained the waters with their crimson tears. The name 'Burning Plains' was now justified. The open space was now a wasteland of nothing but blood and bodies and heads on pikes. Sad to say, that wasn't the worst of it. It may have seemed like a victory for Surda and the Vaden but, looking out onto the battle filed, the vicotry seemed hollow.
Eragon stood amongst the bodies of comrades and enemies alike who have fallen. He had never felt...dirtier. This was not the first battle he had fought in but, for some odd reasone, he felt worse than he had ever before. Was it because of the people he knew and fought along side with? Was it because of the fact that he learned that the urgals weren't actually his enemies but tools Galbatorix used to his own pleasure and advantage?
Eragon shuddered. Even a mention of the name gave him skin pimples and made the hairs on his arms stand on end. Not out of fear, but out of disgust. How could such a man toy with other's wills like that? And Galbatorix wasn't the only one he truly had to fear now. There was Murtagh as well. Sure, there was always that feeling of brotherly love and hate between the two since they first met, but to actually be bonded by blood? And there was also the fact that he was now working with the enemy!
And then there was Roran. Who managed to bring the entire village of Carvahall with him without so much as a hint of suspicion rising in the empire. Eragon had never been prouder but he had never been as worried as well. Roran may have been able to bring everyone safely to the refuge of the Varden, but for how long can they stay like this? Surely the soldiers who have travelled to his home town in search for him and Saphira will follow them soon back to Surda!
It was all just so...so-
Eragon tugged at his hair out of frustration and then kicked a nearby bucket that went flying into some bushes.
-Somthing bothering you little one?- Saphira asked as her head loomed over him, covering him in shadow. -You seem frustrated.-
-Can you blame me? I'm just so...I'm sorry if i'm worrying you Saphira. I don't mean to. I'm just tired.-
-I see. But if you do need to talk little one,- she cooed as she rubbed her nose against his head.
-I know. Thank you Saphira,- Eragon smiled as he touched foreheads with her. -Why don't you go back to the tent and rest. I'll be right there.-
-I don't know if i can stand to leave you alone for even a second Eragon. You just seem to keep attracting trouble to yourself,- the dragon chuckled.
-Just get on with it,- Eragon answered with a grin. -I'll join you there shortly.-
-Very well. Do try and keep out of trouble.-
Then Saphira, with a single jump, got enough air to fly over to the other side of the camp. Soon as Eragon was certain that Saphira was at the tent, he went on walking through the camp helping out whomever he could with what little magic he did have. He had left Roran with Nasuada for a while so as to get help for the villagers and Eragon wanted a few moments alone with his thoughts. Everything that just happened, everything that he had learned, it was all too much too soon. There was so much to take in at once at Eragon wasn't sure if he would be able to handle much more.
A pang of soreness bolted through his sword bearing arm and he instantly tended to it with a massage with his bloodied hand. Eragon knew he needed time to recuperate, but he just couldn't stand to just sit around. Not now. Not when there is so much going on. They had lost many good men that day. Now, their numbers were cut drastically in half. Maybe more.
"Things can't get any worse," Eragon sighed to himself.