The Resistance

Prologue

We have all heard the tales of Eragon and Saphira. The rise of Galbatorix and the fall of Brom. The Elves of Ellesmera, and the Dwarves of Farthen Dur.

But few know that story of the Lone Warrior. The Warrior that disguised himself among those of the Varden. The Fighter that slew more of Galbatorix Army then any other. The Hunter that will never stop.

This is the story of Artemis.

The Beginning of the End

Chapter 1

Blow after blow, stab after stab. Artemis was cutting down his foes as if they were nothing, but not with out his share of wounds. The cut on his cheek was bleeding profusely and his arms felt like lead. But stopping would mean death.

And death wasn't and option

He knew that he had at least another dozen wounds on him, not to mention that he had at least two broken fingers.

But that battle on the burning plains showed not signs of stopping.

Artemis was not one to fight with full body armor for it restricted his movements. Instead he wore a simple chain mail and the sleeves of his tunic were non-existent, yet they bore few minor wounds. His helmet was made of finely wrought silver, made by the dwarves.

His leather chaps and iron gauntlets also aided in fending off attacks.

The two swords that he used worked in perfect harmony. One blade was as black as night and the other as silver as the moon, with the sheaths fastened securely to his back.

Artemis always had to chase down his enemies. With his appearance few approached him and even fewer fought back.

Artemis was and Albino. Forsaken by his family he was almost quite literally thrown to the streets at an early age. Left to a stranger by the name of Tornac.

Being raised by Tornac, Artemis soon learned the ways of the sword and of the mind. By the age of eighteen Artemis could almost best his master in swordplay. Tornac soon after dismissed him, feeling that there was not much more he could teach young Artemis.

Artemis quickly avoided the spear that was thrown at him. He was completely surrounded by Galbatorix's Army.

Then, suddenly a red dragon appeared along the horizon, not knowing whose side it was on he kept on fighting. He hoped that it was on his.

He then remembered that just a few moments ago he was fighting alongside a young rider and his blue dragon.

In what seemed like a flash the blue dragon and its rider took to the skies. It seemed as if the riders were just going to fly there when suddenly they flew towards each other.

It could have been mistaken for a red and blue comet were cutting through the sky.

The Comets collided with a deafening bang, causing most to look towards the heavens. Artemis already knew the source and took the chance to cut down distracted foes.

The two dragons soon landed on the nearby plateau and exchanged blows, then soon turned to talk.

Artemis was about to turn away when he noticed something about the Rider with the red dragon…That sword…a hand and a half…Could it be that the brat survived.

After Tornac had dismissed him. Rumor had it that Tornac had found a new student. Murtagh buy name, but when he had heard of Tornac's fall he had assumed that this Murtagh had died with him.

Artemis had seen Murtagh enter Tornac's homestead shortly after he had left.

He would never forget that sword