Glad to see that you're here.
And glad to know that maybe you'll read this little fanfiction that I've decided to come up with.
Note that I'm slow at updating, so… uhh… yeah. xD
So, here goes the fanfic… By the way, it's kind of an alternate universe (AU), as I've decided to write about what would've happened if Eragon's little escapade to save Arya hadn't exactly gone as planned.
-cough-
Meaning that… uhh… Brom didn't save Eragon. D:
Heehee.
Stupid idea, I know.
But… uhh… I'm just awesome like that. ;D
Please don't hurt me! –hides-
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modifications.ARYA POV It all started with that egg, that blue, blue egg. The object had been colored a deep blue—a blue that was hard to ignore. Even from the start, the egg had a sense of urgency surrounding it, a sense of urgency that was obviously aided by those ferrying the egg back and forth—of which included me. It was a tough business, but if it were for the sake of bringing a new Rider upon the land, then so be it.
This tale began that night—oh, that fateful night. The thundering sound of hooves falling firmly upon the hard-packed dirt was like a beacon in the darkness of the night to me, and I was sure that we would be caught because of the racket that it made, although I tried to remain hopeful. When ambushed, my companions and I had a look of determination and peacefulness on our faces, as elves normally managed to keep their composure well, but I admit—I was terrified. The only thing that kept me from succumbing to absolute grief when I saw my companions struck down was the dragon's egg I knew I had to protect.
When my horse fell, I also did as well, falling in a fluid motion with the graceful beast. It pained me to see my steed writhing on the ground moments for death, but my first priority still screamed in my mind: protect the egg. Taking a few steps in order to gain acceleration, I started running, but was halted almost immediately as the forces against me allowed themselves to be known.
"Durza," I hissed in to the darkness.
A feeling entered my presence, a feeling that was the equivalent of pain. Wincing, I doubled over, reaching out for something to grip.
The seconds ticking away, I knew I had to do something. Tapping within my consciousness and for a sheer moment shielding myself from my physical pain, I murmured a few words, trying to make them as inconspicuous as possible. Within a few moments, the egg was gone from my grasp, and was sent to goodness knows where. A smile played on my lips, but was instantly wiped off as another sudden burst of pain shot me back to consciousness.
"Little elf, did you think you could escape?"
The voice was rough, the sound of it grating against my ears. Biting my lip, I concentrated hard on a slight piece of elfish poetry that had no particular meaning to it in case he should try to search my mind for any answers. Determination had etched itself deeply in my mind; I would not, even if it meant death, allow any secrets of the egg's whereabouts to be leaked.
In truth, I wasn't quite sure where the egg had ended up, but I wasn't about to let anybody know that.
"I pity you, Durza. Having to go back empty-handed to King Galbatorix," I remarked to the Shade in a mocking tone of voice, rather surprised at my own bravery.
As the pain intensified, I gripped harder against the branch of a tree. Barely managing to lift my head, I tried to focus my gaze on Durza in an attempt to unnerve him at my ability to show signs of strength even though he obviously believed that he would prevail.
"I wonder what he'll do with you, I really do…" I continued, a smile that made me feel as if I were hinting at insanity coming to inhabit my face.
"Enough!" was the hissed response.
My lips still remained slightly curved in the smile, but I was aware of my grip loosening on the tree branch. Taking a few stumbling steps forward, I fell.
Eyes closed, breath shallow…
Then nothing.
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Well, would you look at that?
x)
That was an odd chapter indeed.
And not exactly the best to me…
Hmmm…
Kinda boring, wasn't it? Dx
Well, I'll see what I can do. ;D