Blödhren
I originally posted this in Inheritance Forums.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle. Christopher Paolini owns it. All characters except the ones I have added to make this fanfic more interesting are his property.
Author's notes: This is my first fanfic so please comment. I appreciate specific comments and advice as I am eager to learn.
Chapter 1:Vakna
The weather was relentless. It was as if nature was at war with itself. Chaos raged all around Eragon as thousands of soldiers clashed against each other. The Northern part of Urû 'baen was being taken by the elves while the Varden besieged the Western side. The Knurlans were yet to arrive. Eragon felt an immediate drop in temperature as he felt something sinister approaching.
The skies seemed to darken as the giant Shruikan ascended and flew over the battlefield. "Face me young Rider!" Galbatorix called out. Shruikan landed in the middle of the battlefield as Galbatorix dismounted. Eragon leapt of Saphira as she flew off to attack Shruikan.
Confidently Shruikan took off to confront the tiny blue dragon. Saphira was faster and more agile but Shruikan had power and experience. The small dragon was no match for the larger Shruikan. Eragon saw a huge jet of black flame engulfing Saphira. "Saphira no! " Eragon screamed frantically. Saphira started falling toward the ground at a terrifying speed.
Eragon frantically searched for the familiar minds of Arya and Blödhgarm. Suddenly he felt darkness surrounding his consciousness. He withdrew immediately. He couldn't risk receiving help from the elves without Galbatorix gaining control of him.
An invisible force seemed to have stopped Saphira from hitting the ground.
Galbatorix weaved strong spells in the ancient language to keep Eragon and Saphira in place. "Little one, whatever happens don't sacrifice your life for me." Saphira said.
"You are weak." Galbatorix said menacingly. "Is this the Rider that has stirred the whole of Alagaesia into battle? You are not worthy to be called a Rider! You are not worthy of your dragon."
Eragon struggled against invisible restraints to no avail.
He visualized a brick wall to keep Galbatorix from breaking into his mind. He then attacked Galbatorix's mind but he could not gain any footholds. The king's mind felt vast. It was as if it contained thousands of consciousness. Galbatorix then retaliated, sending an iron mace to Eragon's puny brick wall; shattering it.
"Your futile efforts are amusing." the dark king taunted. "Risa," Saphira heavily injured started to rise through the air. "No! What are you doing?" Eragon screamed. "Flauga," murmured Galbatorix as he started to soar through the air beside Shruikan. "Letta!" Eragon shouted, trying to stop Galbatorix from taking Saphira. He felt his energy quickly leaving him. He started to use the energy from Aren but still this wasn't enough. The twisted king was just too powerful.
Galbatorix resumed his attack on Eragon's consciousness as he flew away. Eragon started to feel all his energy starting to drain. The control he had over his body started to ebb as Galbatorix took control of it. He then unwillingly stood up grabbed his sword and pointed it to his chest. The king was controlling him like a puppet. Eragon fought the twisted presence in his mind yet it did not budge.
Eragon was about to plunge the sword into himself. The tip was a few centimeters away when someone shouted.
"Eragon!" Arya shouted as she ran toward him across the battlefield. A few yards across he could see the weary elfin spellcasters give Galbatorix's wards another attack. Suddenly thoughts of Arya flooded his mind. He used the undeniable feelings he had for her to regain control of his consciousness. He let his love for Arya fill his mind. Then he crushed the grip Galbatorix had on him.
"Raaaahh'" Eragon heard Shruikan roar from the distance. "You shall die for your insolence puny Rider! Keveykva! " Galbatorix shouted. Suddenly, crackling electricity shot forth from the heavens and struck Arya instead of Eragon. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Arya's beautiful from started to crumple as she fell unto the cold mud. "Arya? Arya! Arya don't leave me!"
The Varden fell. The elves were captured. The dwarves just arriving had no choice but to fight till the end. It was a massacre. Everything he had stood for was gone.
Eragon threw himself down on the cold mud not believing that Arya was gone. Arya's graceful form remained rigid as Eragon tried to wake her. "Arya!" he shouted as he shook her.
"Give up Rider! Everything you have stood for has fallen and you shall fall with it! " the king's voice boomed from the distance.
Galbatorix redoubled his efforts to break into Eragon's mind until someone whispered, "Vakna".