DISCLAIMER: I do not own Eragon, or any of the Inheritance Series, or else I would be rich and have better things with my money than post stupid stories I write when I'm bored in class- but I digress. This is my first fic, so please be gentle. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy this!!


Dialogue:

"Speaking normally"

Thinking

"Speaking in the Ancient Language"

"Casting a spell"


"FOOL!"

The single word echoed through her head, ringing in her ears and causing her to cringe away from her Master. Suddenly, a hammer of pain fell down on her, crushing her, bringing the elf to her knees. Sharp, pale, incredibly beautiful features contorted in pain as fire coursed through her veins, burning, scorching, hurting.

Not a cry escaped her lips, though they were parted in a sort of soundless scream of agony, knowing that if she made a noise, he would just prolong it, so she writhed in mute pain.

Finally, it lifted, replaced by only a dull throbbing in her limbs. The girl rose shaking emerald eyes to the furious king, afraid of another attack. She relaxed somewhat after ten seconds of silence.

"You will not fail me again. Murtagh has died because of you—slain by the one they call Shadeslayer. I will have my vengeance—and you will wreak it.

"Mor'ranin Hjarta." She stiffened at the use of her true name. "Find the last Rider; befriend him." Disbelief swept through her. What? "Make him trust you. Then slide a knife between his ribs." A deranged, slightly insane expression crossed over his face, making him even more intimidating. She shivered. "Now Gànga! Go. Seek him out. Kill him." Her legs straightened of their own accord, forcing her into a standing position. She numbly staggered out of the chamber, head ringing. Naemir followed, equally as distraught.

Azaelia did not remember entering her quarters, only became aware that she was collapsed on the ground, smarting and quivering all over. Finally, she gathered herself and stood, hands only shaking slightly. She leaned against Naemir for support, the familiar twinkling green scales providing a bit of comfort. I don't want to do this, She moaned, quivering.

Be strong, said Naemir said, attempting to comfort her through the veil of dull aches everywhere.

We have to leave now or he'll punish us more, sighed Azaelia, forcing herself to gather her things. Galbatorix's mind entered hers, and she felt his poisonous presence immediately.

You will be playing the part of a young elf sent on a spying mission. You found the egg and it hatched for you, however the mighty king overpowered you. You managed to escape and seek further instruction. Your name is Saela.

Yes, master, replied Azaelia humbly, feeling him withdraw with relief. The part she was playing was easy enough because it was fairly true—and she was a good actress. She gathered meager belongings, only bringing the bare essentials. After only fifteen minutes, she was finished. I guess it's time to go.

The dragon nodded curtly and Azaelia climbed on, deftly strapping her legs in and sent a brief message to Galbatorix. I am leaving, Master.

And they took off.


How'd I do? I apologize for any misspellings and grammatical errors I have made. Please review!! Constructive criticism is welcome! (Note: U SUCK GO DIE IN A HOLE is not criticism) Anyways, I'm eager to hear your responses! The next chapter will be up in a bit! (: