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What would happen if Brom took Eragon to the elves instead of going to the Varden? Story takes place right after Eragon meets Brom in the woods. This is my twist of the Inheritance Cycle. Enjoy and please R&R!
"Where do you think you're going before your uncle is even buried?" Brom asked, holding the leather that he let in the woods to steal meat from Sloan.
"That is none of your business, and give me back my leather before I make you." We have a problem Saphira he tells his partner of heart and mind. He can feel her pumping her wings to get there as fast as possible.
"I asked you a question boy." Brom says while he throws the leather on the ground.
Eragon feels Saphira getting close but stops to circle him high in the sky. When he tries to reach out to her he hits and iron wall the likes he has never seen before.
"You will find that your dragon won't listen to you. I have talked to her and she agreed to let us talk." He says with a grin on his face.
How can he talk to my dragon? This is not the old story teller that he has known for as long as he can remember." I am going after the ones who killed my uncle."
"A brave quest for a young dragon and rider, I can see that a little help on your journey would help to make it successful." He says with a bright gleam in his eyes.
"You will never be able to keep up and we are behind as it is."
"Can you dragon carry you the whole time, and do you honestly think you can fight a seasoned soldier to get your revenge?"
He does have a point and he did sneak around without me noticing him as well as talking to my dragon. This defiantly isn't the same Brom. "You can come but do not slow me down, and how can you talk to my dragon?"
"There is a lot that you don't know about me boy and I will not reveal a thing to someone who hasn't earned it. As for your revenge, you have a lot to learn before you even think about taking on the Razzac. They would kill you before you could draw your blade. We will travel north through a valley to the city of Ceunon."
"What! No we will not I am going to kill those things that took my uncle from me, if you don't want to help then leave me alone I don't need the help of some old-" before I could blink I had a blade pressed to my neck with Brom's face mere inches from mine with a angry look on his face.
"You are the first rider to emerge in the last hundred years and I will not let you travel the countryside unknowing of your responsibilities. Now before you have a smart reply ask your dragons opinions on the matter, you will find that she will listen to you now."
Saphira what should we do, I want to find the monsters that killed Garrow?
The old one speaks truth, I can feel it in my bones. We need to fallow the secretive one and receive training before worst horrors come searching to capture us.
We shall fallow you old one but do not think to tell us what to do we are the dragon and rider here is that understood? Saphira projects to brom and you can see his face pale slightly from the ferocity held in her voice. "I would never think to force you to do anything but I will tell you when you are swaying to the wrong path and I will protect you with my life."
Do you think we can trust him Saphira?
I do and he is all we have to help us. He seems to know more than he is putting on.
"We shall fallow you but I want to leave a note for Roran to explain things that have happen."
"I have already taking care of it." He says while sheathing his sword and swinging the leather over his shoulder. "So are we ready to go? We are going to need to travel quite aways today to make sure no villagers will catch out tracks and fallow."
"I have the perfect place."
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