Hi everyone, I recently got the inspirtation to right a Eragon fanfic that wasn't SLASH or Smut…
Ok im only putting this once, ...SERIES.
This is based after Brisingr. Also as a note there is going to be one OC and im going to try my bestest not to make him a Larry Su….plz tell me when/if he begins to turn into that terrible kind of character that we all detest. Also after a few chapters can someone tell me what rating should be…im putting it to M for now. Also due to the large amount of words the Ancient language holds most spells will be in English written with Bold and italics.
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Eragon sat on his bed holding the gold crystal that was Glaedr's heart of hearts, Saphira laid outside breathing slowly but Eragon knew she only pretended to sleep.
"I will avenge you master, I will!" Eragon whispered, then a faint light in the heart of hearts flared, it was only bright enough for Elfish eyes.
Master Glaedr? Eragon questioned, connecting to the presence in the heart of hearts. Glaedr's familiar mind burst into Eragon's filling his consciousness though only a urgent need could be felt.
Where is she! Glaedr's mind bellowed.
Saphira? She's outside my tent I'll ge-
No, my sister! They're…only ones…train…you. Glaedr slowly slipped back into his silent depression at the loss of Oromis, his rider, his partner.
Eragon was stunned; Glaedr had said his sister, his sister. How could Glaedr, a next to ancient dragon, have a sister? Then Eragon remembered the other part, Glaedr said they're, as in, possibly, a rider and dragon.
"Saphira!" Eragon bellowed, to his sleeping dragon outside.
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"Arya!" Eragon screamed with both his mind and voice, to the raven haired elf not to far from him. He quickly caught up to her and sped through what he just heard from Glaedr.
"It doesn't make sense, Glaedr and Oromis were the last of the old riders there can't be another one" Arya said.
"But Glaedr was sure, there wasn't any hesitation or doubt he wasn't even thinking about the past it was more a desperate need to tell me." Eragon countered.
"Fine, there's only one person that could possibly shed more light on this." Arya said as she darted into the tent behind her, obviously hers. She was already casting the spell to both see and talk to someone through the man size mirror in the far corner of her tent.
Then, the mirror showed the picture of Queen Islanzadi, sitting in a high backed chair, looking as if she had been crying.
"Arya! Eragon!" She screamed as she quickly shot out of her chair and sprung to the mirror. "What's happened? Please tell me no one else has died!"
"No mother. We have something to ask you." Arya began in the ancient language, forgoing the usual greeting. "Is there any other dragons left…or more specifically doe Glaedr have a sibling that's still alive?"
The Queen was taken back; an expression Eragon had never seen the Queen use. He even saw Arya was also shocked; obviously this was a first even for her to see.
"Queen Islanzadi, is there another dragon and rider?" Eragon asked with a little too much force then he'd usually use with the Queen.
"Eragon, Arya" She sighed. "You may want to sit down for this, it will take awhile. But to start, yes there is one other dragon rider and dragon, but they are not yet able to walk let alone fight. And you should also know it was not Brom, that freed Oromis from his torture nor did Oromis free himself, it was the other Dragon rider."
Arya and Eragon sat on the bed as Islanzadi pulled up the high backed chair and began her story.
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What is that banging? Another form of torture? Oromis thought as a loud bang could be heard from above. He hadn't heard Glaedr's thought for days, or was it weeks, maybe months. Then a loud roar echoed through the fortress, it was higher then Glaedr's.
"Blast way the stone" A familiar voice shouted close by. "Dammit Araina*, there's to much for me to break, I'll handle the guards you get to Oromis and Glaedr!" Metallic screeches echoed all around, a battle truly was raging around him, and to save both him and Glaedr.
Wait Glaedr is near me! Oromis thought, then all his concentration returned. "Shatter these shackles!" Oromis's spell didn't work he only felt a terrible spasm of pain. A Loud deep roar he recognized well roared in what seemed like the cell be side him. "Glaedr!" He screamed before a thunderous roar from two different sources blasted though the fortress and the sound of crumbling stone.
Oromis's vision faded in and out. A flash of a bright leaf green blade flashed beside him, and felt the shackles shatter.
"Come on Oromis wake up! We need to get you out of here, now!" The familiar voice bellowed in his ear.
Oromis wake up, we're free! Glaedr screamed through his mind. Then there was darkness.
He felt the wind rush past him and heard the rhythm of large wings beating the air.
"What happened? Where am I?" Oromis yelled finally seeing golden scales in front of his face.
"Araina and myself broke you out of that hell hole! We're almost in Du Weldenvarden; you've been out for three days." The voice yelled beside him. Oromis turned his head and gaped at the man he saw. Long black hair flying in the wind, pointed chin, high cheek bones, it couldn't be who Oromis thought.
"E-Evander!" Oromis screamed in surprise.
"Think again, I am a dragon rider my brother was not." The rider responded.
"Tayren! Thank , any deity that may exist, that you saved me!"
Then a loud roar echoed from behind them.
"GLAEDR, GET OROMIS OUT OF HERE, NOW!" Tayren screamed as his dragon, Araina circled around.
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Araina snapped at the Forsworn's mindless dragon as Tayren stabbed and slashed at the rider.
"You can't beat me Elf!" The Forsworn taunted.
"You should only be so lucky! Air compress!" Tayren screamed as a blast of air shot at the Forsworn knocking him off his dragon. Then a sickening squishing sound was all Tayren heard as a warm dark red liquid pooled around his saddle. "ARAINA!"
With one final slash, the Forsworn's muddy brown dragon head fell from its body. Araina fell, weakened by the fatal wound, straight onto Marna**.
"Soften our impact!" Tayren bellowed as he felt his energy drain. The spell wasn't enough, he felt his legs break. He drew every ounce of energy from the plant life near him, every crystal in his sword and all the strength from the his ring from Evander.
"Don't die Araina" Tayren cried.
Tayren, please let me go, death is inevitable. Please don't hurt your self saving me. Araina pleaded through there link, her mental voice soothing him in her soft soprano voice.
"I'm sorry Araina. Heal the wound that threatens Araina's life!" Then Tayren felt it, every ounce of energy he was connected to draining. Araina's wound healed but still the energy was dissipating.
NO! Araina screamed through the link while also roaring herself, and with the ancient power of the dragon's She frozen both herself and Tayren in Crystal, freezing the energy with it, they would both live as long as the crystal never broke or shattered.
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"Tayren and Araina are the last of the riders. They both are much older then Oromis and greatly more powerful." Queen Islanzadi finished.
"Then why haven't they helped us! They could have prevented Oromis's death!" Eragon yelled.
"Were you not listening Eragon, they're both are sealed in Crystal." Arya said with venom.
"When we learned of what happened we moved the crystal into Du Weldenvarden. Not many elves know of this, we've been replenishing Tayren's energy for nearly a century now…he has just started to get enough energy to respond to us." Islanzadi stated.
"Thank you mother, we will not tell anyone of this information." Arya finished as she let the mirror return to normal.
"We have another rider that can help us." Eragon said with a smile.
"And I just found out…I have an uncle." Arya laughed, as she left the tent with a great smile on her face.
*Araina is pronounced- Ah-rain-ah
**Marna is a mountain not far from Du Weldenvarden and not far from Gil'lead