Hey there guys. For those that have seen some of my other stuff. You know how I am, must write things that I think are brilliant ideas. And that's what this is. I haven't seen a fanfiction do what I am doing right now.
I hope you enjoy!
NOTE- I have updated this chapter for a few reasons. To make it longer and also show what I am planning in a sense and finally to give reason to what Eragon does in this chapter.
No-one P.O.V (multiple people, doesn't stick to one person)
"Waíse néiat!"
Be not.
Eragon thought he had won the battle, he finally vanquished Galbatorix. This was not so. Galbatorix continued to speak in the Ancient Language. Eragon could not hear what he was saying but he caught a few words.
'Life force…madness…Eragon.'
He didn't have any time to think of any possible wards to what Galbatorix might be saying. The king screamed as he began to dissolve into pure energy. But it wasn't just energy, it was a spell. The energy entered Eragon.
The pain he felt was unbearable, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. It attacked his mind, flooding him with Galbatorix's memories and tearing apart his sanity. His mind was being tortured, it was so bad that he could not even see or hear anything going on around him.
Eragon clutched his head and fell to the ground in agony and kicked and screamed but he could not defend himself against a spell that was fuelled by Galbatorix's very being.
The spell ripped apart his mind. After hours of the spell attacking him, it all stopped.
His vision went fussy as he stared at the ceiling of the throne room. He noticed Arya's worried expression as she stared down at him and yelled his name. He couldn't focus on her as everything started to go dark and he passed out.
He found himself standing in a blurry landscape covered in grey and black mist, distorting objects that remained at a distance. He was standing in front of tomb like chamber that had this black mist rolling off of it in waves. It radiated hatred and madness like nothing he had felt before. The door to the tomb was made of massive stone, didn't seem to have a way of opening from what he could see.
The only thing on the door was a hand imprint. It looked like a place where someone was meant to place their hand.
He felt tempted to do so but didn't know why. What had happened? Why was he here? Galbatorix cast a spell that had burned him to his very core and yet he seemed to feel fine.
"So here we are Shadeslayer, end of the line." A voice called from behind. He quickly spun around to find the king standing there with a mad grin on his face.
"What have you done? Where are we?" He asked. The king just smirked at him.
"My, my, Eragon. This is a gift! I welcome you to your mind."
"My mind?"
"Yes, you see, my spell was powerful, ensuring my plan to succeed. Where you are now is the last safe place for your sanity. I can sense your confusion now and it delights me! That tomb behind you is my gift to you. It is my ultimate plan in case I failed to defeat you somehow. Just when you think you have won, you shall become the one thing you hated…me." The king grinned and gestured to the tomb that was now shaking and the black mist just seemed to increase.
His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, "I don't understand, I will never become you!"
The king laughed darkly, "Foolish boy, you don't have a choice. Surely you must be wondering why your mind is clouded with this mist? It comes from that tomb, my spell is overpowering you to your very core. This is the final step. My spell shall unleash the true horror you possess. Now, go forth and be free!"
Suddenly, his body moved towards the tomb. He tried with all his might to fight against the invisible force controlling his body but to no avail. His hand rose on its own and fitted perfectly inside the imprint. A burst of light blinded him and he found that the door had disappeared and inside the tomb was a black wall of mist that was impossible to see through. Tendrils of the mist raced towards him and grabbed onto his neck, hands and feet.
The mist pulled him into the tomb, he struggled and screamed but couldn't get away. More and more of the black mist flooded out, smothering him and dragging him into its dark depths.
"You can't fight it Eragon, no one can defeat themselves." The king said, he stared at the king with a look of confusion. "I know you'll do me proud, finish what I began."
His eyes widened when he heard that. The king just laughed madly as the mist gave one last tug and dragged him into the darkness.
(Few days later)
He woke up to find he was in an infirmary bed. He quickly got up and found his armour at the end of the bed, shining and fixed. He put it on and strapped Brisingr to his waist. He made his way out of the room and into a corridor in the citadel. He began to walk around, trying to find his way out.
As he walked down the corridors a healer appear from around the corner. She looked shocked to see Eragon up and about and dressed in his armour.
"My lord Eragon! Lady Nasuada said you should be resting, please let me-" She was cut off when he grabbed her by the throat.
"Where is she?" He asked coldly.
She could barely breath while in his grasp. He felt the urge to kill her and the thought made him smile but he restrained himself.
"In the throne room along with the other leaders. They are choosing a new ruler for the kingdom." She croaked out, he let her go and she crumpled to the ground and gasped for air. He grinned as a thought came to mind.
'Yes. What a lovely idea, I am sure the others would agree.' He thought to himself.
Eragon made his way around the hallways until he finally found the door to the throne room. It wouldn't open, he narrowed his eyes in frustration and kicked the door down. As he walked into the room, he saw everyone was looking at him with wide eyes. He scowled at them.
"What? Am I not allowed to walk anymore? Also that infernal door would not open." Eragon said.
They were shocked by his words but didn't comment.
"Eragon, I was expecting you to be resting. Please come and join us." Nasuada said.
"Resting, I have no need for rest. I have more... Interesting things to do." Eragon said. He looked around at everyone. Arya, Däthedr, King Orrin, Grimrr Halfpaw, King Orik and Nasuada were present.
"Where is Murtagh?" He asked.
"He and Thorn left a few days ago." Arya answered.
Eragon smirked, this was going to be much easier now that Murtagh wasn't here. The only opposition he faced was his brother and that little girl Elva. He smiled as he realized that Elva could not stop him since he knew how to counter her ability.
He looked at Arya for a second and saw on her face signs of distress and grief. He wasn't sure what happened to her, maybe she had lost someone important. He could see her and everyone else eyeing him closely, like they know something wasn't right.
"We were just choosing the new ruler of the Empire. We have yet to make a decision." Nasuada said.
"We were just saying that the people would expect the person that killed Galbatorix to assume the throne, which is you Eragon." Däthedr said.
Everyone stiffened and looked at him. He knew that they didn't want a Dragon Rider as a king. They didn't want a king that was undying. It might be okay to an undying race like the Elves but not to humans. He smiled as he thought about these things. Everyone was silent as they waited for his answer. He cast his thoughts out to Saphira, she was just outside the citadel. As he touched her mind he knew that she would not oppose his decisions and would stand by him no matter what happened.
"You know I never wanted to be king." He said and he saw them relax. He grinned, he wasn't finished yet.
"But." That did it, they all looked at him worried and partly scared.
"I was walking around when I had a bright idea. What if I was king? Who could oppose me? Certainly not that stupid, depressed, whiny brother of mine. Nor that little girl with her sharp tongue. If I become king, I could cut it out. She certainly has no need of it. I think I shall be king. I Eragon Shadeslayer claim the throne for myself!" He declared.
No one could believe it, their worst fears had come true. Eragon was turning into another Galbatorix. Just when they thought they would be free of the tyranny of the Black King. Eragon rises to take his place. And he was right, no one could resist him.
Not with Murtagh gone and his knowledge on how to defend himself against Elva.
Arya felt the most betrayed of all, he was her greatest friend. Now he was going to do this? No she was not stand for it. She got up and drew her sword while the others began to do the same while backing away from Eragon.
"And if we refuse to see you sit upon the throne?" Arya asked dangerously, ready to attack.
Eragon gave her a dazzling smile while he drew his blade.
"Then you are my enemy and will be destroyed. But just think about this Arya, I could be king and you could be at my side as my queen." He said, she gave him such a glare that it caused him to flinch a little.
"You are mad, I thought you were my friend. Maybe something more…" She said trailing off.
"Mad? Maybe. Such a shame you refuse, I will try my best not to harm you too much. I would hate to ruin something so beautiful." Eragon said and launched forward towards Arya.
Their swords clashed together. Arya struggled to keep him at bay. Eragon brought his foot up into her gut and she flew back and hit the stairs in front of the throne. The wind was knocked out of her, she looked up to see him advancing before being cut off by Orik, Orrin and Däthedr as they attacked him all at once.
Orik swung Volund at Eragon's legs while Orrin aimed his sword for his chest. Däthedr sprang forward and aimed at hacking Eragon's head off. He jumped over Orik's attack and used the hammer to jump high above the three opponents to avoid their attacks. As he landed, he was attacked from behind by Grimrr and Nasuada.
Grimrr jumped towards Eragon's face, aiming to rip it off and Nasuada made to plunge her dagger into his chest. Only Arya could see what would come next.
"No don't!" She shouted but it was too late.
Eragon slashed with Brisingr and cut off Grimrr Halfpaw's head. He quickly blocked Nasuada's attack and stabbed her in the stomach with his blade.
All of them stood their shocked as they watched Eragon shove Nasuada off his sword and she crumpled to the ground, slowly dying. They couldn't believe the fact that he had also just killed a werecat.
Enraged, Arya managed to get up and join the other three that still stood. They all rushed at Eragon as one, hoping to somehow overwhelm him with their attacks. He just smiled as they came for him, he raised his hand.
"Kveykva."
Streaks of lightning erupted from his hands and struck each of them in the chest. They all flew back, weak and smoking from the blast. Orik and Orrin landed next to Arya while Däthedr was closer to Eragon.
"Orik, Orrin, Däthedr. I don't think we can beat him, we must flee the city!" Arya said and they nodded.
"I will hold him off." Däthedr said. Eragon just laughed as he walked closer to the silver haired elf.
"Will you now? You will hold me off?" He mocked, Däthedr got up and quickly engaged in a fierce sword fight.
Arya, Orik and Orrin quickly got to their feet and bolted across the throne room. Arya stopped to pick up Nasuada but found she was almost dead and would die within minutes, so Arya left her even though it pained her to do so. They made it to the door of the throne room when a scream pierced the air.
Arya turned around to find Däthedr crawling along the ground trying to get away from the blue Rider. His legs were missing and blood poured from the wounds. Eragon quickly cut off the elf's head, ending him. He then focused his attention on Arya and smiled wickedly. Arya quickly followed Orik and Orrin out of the citadel.
She wasn't expecting to find burning corpses of soldiers when she got out. Orik and Orrin stood beside her as witnessing Saphira burning men in torrents of flames. The great dragoness turned her head to Arya and eyed her for a moment before a voice rang out in their minds.
'Saphira, kill them all except Arya, I want her alive.' Eragon said.
'I am sorry for what I am about to do. Eragon has changed.' Was all the blue dragon said before she roared at them and advanced forward across the courtyard. Orik and Orrin ran to either side of the yard and managed to dodge Saphira's swiping tail.
Arya jumped to the left just in time to miss the giant blue claws that made to grab her. She sprinted towards the end of the courtyard where Orik and Orrin stood waiting for her along with warriors of all races. She didn't make it in time and was hit by Saphira's tail and landed in front of them.
All the soldiers there drew their weapons and started to walk towards the blue dragon.
"Don't be fools! She will kill you all! Run, escape the city!" Arya said, she used magic to project her voice across the city. Everyone turned on their heels and fled. Saphira roared and took to the air and burned soldiers as she made fly-bys.
'No one deserts their king!' Eragon's voice raged into the minds of everyone. Arya had forgotten that Eragon was in possession of the Eldunarí. The soldiers that were not skilled in magic froze where they stood. No doubt the betrayer's magic. Though those skilled in magic were able to keep running unaffected. She guessed that the magic was used all over the city and spread thin. The weakest mentally and magically were unable to resist while those with a sharp mind and proficient in magic could hold against the spell that took place.
She ran past thousands of soldiers that were frozen and made her way through the city streets with Orik and Orrin following close behind. Saphira tried her best to catch her but couldn't reach her because of the tight alleyways they took. The dragoness wouldn't dare try kill the others with her with flames in case she harms Arya.
They along with thousands of others managed to flee the city. They ran until the city was a few leagues distance away. Saphira didn't try go after them after they made it out the gates. Arya wasn't sure why that was.
They travelled until nightfall. Thousands of warriors of all races slumped to the ground in defeat. Eragon, the most powerful among them had betrayed them all. He took the throne for himself and killed the king of the werecats and Lord Däthedr. Nasuada was most likely dead as well. Arya knew she had to tell them all the news. She stood up and hundreds of faces turned towards her. She amplified her voice to carry throughout the thousands that sat before her.
"Eragon has betrayed us! In the midst of his betrayal, he killed Grimrr Halfpaw, king of the werecats." She said and mournful meowing could be heard.
"Lord Däthedr of the elves, he stayed behind to hold Eragon off so that Orik, Orrin and I might escape. His legs were cut from his body and too was killed by Eragon." Everyone looked saddened by the news while the elves broke down into tears.
"Nasuada received a wound to her stomach, she has most likely died as well." Everyone was losing all hope then. Arya would not let that happen, she would renew their spirits.
"But do not give up! Eragon has betrayed us and he will pay dearly for his crimes. It may not be within our lifetimes but the war against Eragon has begun. A new resistance to a new king! The Rider will die!" Arya declared and she was met with shouts of agreement.
She stared in the direction of the capitol.
You will pay for this Eragon, I promise you this
And there we have it. I will attempt to make chapters around 4,000 words long. Please review and I shall see you all at the next chapter!