AN: Hi guys this is my first FanFic so i have no idea if it will be any good so any pointers or constructive criticism will be much appreciated and reviews are also very encouraging feel free to private message me if you have any questions. I have no idea how often i will be uploading as im fairly busy with exams, school, sports etc. but i'll do uploads as much as i possibly can, so thanks for taking the time to read this and please do review.
Eragons eyes opened but felt heavy and threatened to slam shut again at any moment. He attempted to stand but found his body would not respond, he next attempted to call out to anyone around but again found he could not. The room he was in was dark and felt as though it had never had light shine upon it. The smell was heavy with the smell of mould and small mushrooms had begun to sprout between cracks in the floor tiles.
It was then that Eragon noticed the shape of a shadowy figure barely visible against the darkness that seemed to cling to his figure. The figure seemed to be part of the darkness and draw strength from it.
The shadow suddenly seemed to become aware of Eragons stare and turned to face him with a glare that was full of both loathing and evil.
"Ah, kingkiller you finally join us." The shadow growled as if it struggled to spit out the word kingkiller.
"I was just having a discussion with Saphira here about the best way to destroy you both as you destroyed me!"
Eragon was amazed by this thing as he could not understand how this thing could be holding them prisoner if they had destroyed it.
But these thoughts were quickly forgotten as he tried to communicate mentally with Saphira.
"Saphira, Saphira can you hear me?" he screamed in his mind
Silence, He could feel nothing of his partner of heart and mind. Why could he not sense her? What had this shadow creature done to him and Saphira so that they could no longer communicate, his first thoughts was that he had been drugged but he could still remember the ancient language although he could use no spells
For the first time in many years he was truly scared! His mind was a confused mish-mash of thoughts, memories and emotions. Too many for him to focus on a single one, all swirling around his mind at once like the rapids of a river.
"Why not just give up rider?" Hissed the shadow "you are at my mercy now, not that you'll receive much from me!"
Eragon had a strange feeling that he had heard that voice before but could not quite remember, And the more he tried to think of it the more it seemed to slip away.
"I'm going to enjoy this rider" It said with glee
The shadow began to stride towards Eragon evidently savouring the moment when he would bring Eragons life to an end.
When he reached Eragon he stood over him and allowed himself a twisted attempt at a smile as if it was something he struggled with even in his moment of victory. He then raised his sword to stab Eragon through the heart.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Came a shout from out of Eragons eyesight and like a blur a figure that seemed to radiate light charged the shadow and seemed to dispel most of the darkness that engulfed the room until only the darkness clinging to the shadow remained. Suddenly the room was filled with the clash of swords as the shadow just managed to raise its sword in time to block the slice to its chest before countering with a lightning fast thrust towards the heart of Eragons saviour but just as quick the saviour flicked the sword away milliseconds from being impaled by the shadows sword.
On they thought for several minutes of attack and defence with swordsmanship and gracefulness the like of which Eragon had never seen but suddenly the shadow lost its balance and stumbled barely keeping on its feet, quick as a flash Eragons saviour pounced to finish the fight with one swift, decisive slash to sever the shadows head from its neck.
But suddenly faster than the eye could follow the shadow sprang forward and thrust its sword deep into the chest of the saviour.
A soft cry came from the mouth of the saviour as it fell to the ground facing Eragon and he saw two striking green eyes staring at him as the twinkle of life began to fade so too did Eragons vision as he passed into nothingness.
Eragon opened his eyes again but this time found himself staring at the ceiling of his room on the island of Du Islinger or the illuminator as it was known in the human tongue, it had been named shortly after Eragon, Saphira and the elves had arrived as they had brought light to a piece of the world that never before seen it.
Eragons home was simple, sung from an ancient willow twisted with age when he and the elves had first arrived upon the island some 50 years before. It was a near identical copy of his tree house back in Ellesméra but with a few personal touches such as a blue dragon at the base of the spiralling stairs which Eragon had had magically crafted from a sapphire that the elves had found shortly after their arrival on the island. There was also an entire wall covered with fairths which Eragon had made over the last 50 years, some depicted moments of great joy for Eragon such as Saphira hatching and soaring through the air upon Saphira. While others depicted moments of sadness for Eragon such as the moments when the boat carried them away from Alagaësia and also one fairth in particular which Eragon treasured above all others. A fairth of Arya he had made the day after they had parted company upon the boat, possibly to never meet again.
Eragon! Eragon listen to me! Called a voice in his head
Eragon immediately realised it was Saphira and snapped back to the real world.
Sorry Saphira I was just thinking. Replied Eragon
He noticed now that he was sweating all over but despite this felt cold as if he was at the top of a peak in the Spine.
Was it the same Dream again, little one? Saphira asked in her soothing voice that was full of worry and comfort which you would really not expect from a creature of such epic proportions and ferocity, he immediately felt himself being enveloped by the expansive mind of his partner of heart and mind which was like receiving a warm embrace.
Yes, but it was so vivid and real it is so unlike any dream I have ever experienced. Eragon mentally replied
He had experienced this same dream many times, with its first occurrence being several years after he had left Alagaësia. At first it was a very rare occurrence but it over the years it increased in frequency until he had the dream more often than not.
You should not dwell on it Eragon, if it is a premonition there is little you can do but continue on and keep your wits about you.
I know, but who is this Shadow thing and how could we have destroyed it we would recognise it surely? Eragon observed as he was perplexed by how he could have destroyed this this and yet not remember it.
Saphira was equally confused by this but offered up the explanation perhaps we shall destroy him in the future and then he will return. Anyway enough of this talk it is late and there are many things we must attend to in the morning. And with that she closed the mental link between them so that they could just sense each other.
"Aye, there is" agreed Eragon to himself more than Saphira, tomorrow was indeed going to be a busy day when several new riders were due to arrive from Alagaësia, a feast was to be prepared to welcome the new riders that would swell the ranks of riders to over 30 which was a major milestone for Eragon as it meant riders would finally outnumber the elves upon the island which was the way it should be.
As Eragon drifted back to his waking dreams he began to dream of the one person other than Saphira that he loved unconditionally, Arya.
The Elf queen was Eragons one true love and the only person he would ever love of that he was sure, he thought of everything they had been through together but most of all he felt the regret and sorrow that came from the knowledge that she did not return this love. After so many years he had thought the pain of rejection would have dulled, but he still felt it as keenly as a knife through the heart.
The last image in Eragons mind was an image of Arya with her striking green eyes identical in colour to that of her Dragons Fírnen, Also he saw her Raven black hair pushed back from her face by a hairband and her striking angular features with sharply pointed ears and chin which to Eragon made her the most beautiful creature in all of Alagaësia.
But again Eragon was nearly consumed with grief; he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and for her to say those three words to him that mattered more than any others.
Soon though he felt sleep pull him into its dark embrace.
AN: Hi again guys sorry about saphira's speech which i think was terrible and also sorry if any characters are OOC but i'll try my best to keep them in character, anyway thnks again.