Split
After Eragon is captured, Arya realizes she has feelings for him. But what happens when Eragon finds himself in love with another? Romance/Angst, T for now.
This is dedicated to my best friend, the Bucktoothed Whale, for sticking by me when I go crazy and have my little Arya obsession fests.
Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon. Eragon belongs to Chris Paolini. If I were Chris Paolini, I'd be too busy oohing and aahing over myself to sit down and write a fan fiction. I do, however, own some of the characters in here. But I won't spoil their names yet.
Author's Note: I have written several Eragon poems/fanfics, but I have not posted them online. This is my first one I have posted online. And it's my first Eragon WIP. I like reviews D So I would appreciate it if you took the extra 30 seconds and tell me if you like it or not. And I like constructive critisism too, so tell me what I'm doing wrong D Thanks.
"How many days until we reach Helgrind?" Roran asked for at least the fifth time that day.
"Not long, Roran, no more than three."
"Will it be long enough, though? Every day we take is a day Katrina suffers. A day that she could die. Eragon, will you scry her again?"
"Only if you want to take the time to land," Eragon sighed, slightly annoyed with his cousin even though he understood his worry.
"Tonight, then."
"Fine."
They landed and Eragon took a bowl out of his pack. Pouring in some water, Roran crouched beside him.
"Draumr kó-" He stopped in the middle of the words when the reflection of three great humanlike creatures appeared in the liquid. Roran saw this too and they both whipped around quickly, Eragon clutching his temporary gray sword, Wyrda, and Roran clutching his beloved hammer.
The three creatures each landed on different branches. They all had black robes that extended to their toes and different colored belts. Their belt color matched the hue of a tight cloth fabric wrapped around their heads. They appeared to no ears and their noses barely made a bulge under the fabric. The only break in the fabric were two holes where long fangs that extended past their chins came out of.
Saphira growled. Eragon, get behind me. Eragon ignored her.
"Are those the Ra'zac?" Roran breathed in shock.
"No, they can't be. They're completely different," Eragon told his cousin.
"Should we attack?"
Eragon never answered Roran's question, for the creatures jumped down from their branches with amazing agility and drew two blades each; the blades were the same color as their belts and head cloths.
Saphira lumbed slightly in front of Eragon and Roran and swept her huge spiked tail at the creatures. They easily leapt over her tail and the red clothed creature sent a red dagger between Saphira's sapphire eyes. The dragon staggered slightly before collapsing to the ground, sending huge vibrations through the earth.
"How dare you!" Eragon cried, raising his sword defensively. He was about to heal Saphira when the blue clothed creature came forward.
"Your beast is not harmed, Shur'tugal. It will simply sleep until either we, the Tudrall, or
it's Rider, you, touch it. Hunger and Skel'roth's blade will not harm it."
At this, Eragon threw his hand out at Saphira, but before his hand met her sapphire scales, the green clothed creature darted forward with speed that made the Ra'zac seem slow and thrust his green blade between Eragon and Saphira.
The green clothed creature curled his hands, also clothed, around Eragon's wrist.
"You let go of my cousin right now!" Roran yelled.
The red clothed creature, Skel'roth, turned to face Roran. "You will not be harmed, human. But neither can you lead your people to this horrific beast." He pointed his remaining blade at Saphira carelessly. "For I shall weave a net around it so no one but the Tudrall and the Rider can see it." A red stream of light shot from his blade and it appeared to Roran that Saphira disappeared. Eragon, however, could still see his dragon.
Eragon used this distraction to swipe his sword at the green clothed creature. The green clothed creature whom the rest of the Tudrall called Id'erim lazily flicked away Rain with his blade. Eragon put all his power into trying to smite down Id'erim's green blade, but it held. Id'erim grabbed Rain with his hands and pulled it to him. Eragon's sword did not effect his gloved hands.
Eragon pulled Rain's hilt harder and felt Id'erim pull with more pressure. Eragon let go suddenly, expecting the sudden lack of pressure would send Id'erim toppling over, but Id'erim started laughing. Id'erim thrust a green blade at Eragon, but he dodged it. He gripped Id'erim's wrist and spun around, pulling and twisting his arm which would have made anyone, human, elf, or dwarf, cringe.
"Id'erim!" the blue clothed creature hissed. "Do not kill this Rider. He is needed for the trade, is he not?"
Id'erim sighed. "Del'eneth, you know I would not kill him. Have a little…bloody fun with him, possibly, but not kill."
"You'd be surprised how easily these creatures die," Del'eneth said with a glare.
Roran, still clutching his hammer, swung it at Skel'roth. Skel'roth, without even turning his head, held up his red blade and deflected the attack.
"Enough of this play. Knock the Rider out and leave the human. And quick. We are becoming restless for the trade, are we not?"
That was the last Eragon remembered before blacking out.
This was just the Prologue. Futured chapters will be longer. I will try to update often, but it really depends on my schedule. Sometimes I may update in a day or two, others not for a week or three. But the more reviews, the faster I'll probably update. D
