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Archangel's the name and writing's my game!
...hopefully...
Anyway this is my first fanfic and I hope yo all enjoy it.
I know it's a little short but the next ones will be longer
I'll continue it but i hope...
(out of the kindness of your hearts) *puppy dog eyes*
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The Lost Hearts; Chapter One:
Prologue: Beginning of the end:
Galbatorix looked up at the person who was going change the lives of all the people in Alagaësia, especially the life of a certain dragon rider. In the old days there could have been epic poems written in his name... Thankfully the pitiful soldier didn't know the importance of what he had just told him (and neither did anyone else), or he might have demanded a price. As it was...
'Leave before I banish you for your ignorance! Get back to your post and if I hear you spouting this nonsense again, you'll really be sorry!'
The poor fool ran out, not turning until he left the room. Finally Galbatorix allowed himself a grimace. For so long he had remained in these halls, not able to emerge, for fear of losing to the young rider mentioned. Despite contrary belief he was only as powerful as he seemed when in Urû'baen. He couldn't leave without forsaking his Eldunarya, and he dared not risk it. However this could change everything, for the better of course. Finally all the kingdoms would be united under one rule and peace could spread. The Varden would be defeated and all would be well...
Until the punishments started.
When he controlled all Alagaësia finally he could persecute all he wished and none could go against his and his riders' rule of peace. Of justice. All his own!
The forsworns' greatest secret was finally unveiled and now there was only one itch left to scratch.
He looked out his vast kingdom and wondered if the young rider really knew what he was up against...
'Roran...' Eragon said impatiently, as his cousin tried for the fifth time to raise a tent with his mind, 'some people can't use magic, you might as well...'
'NO!' Roran said with a force that surprised Eragon, 'I haven't given up on anything since I first lost Katrina and I am NOT giving up now!'
Leave him little one said Saphira, trying to calm Eragon you will not win this battle. This thought she seemed to find amusing and started to chuckle and it wasn't long before Eragon joined in. She was always able to calm him, but these days he never stayed that way for long. Arya... he thought before descending back into silence. Roran noticed that Eragon had stopped and looked over at him, a pitiful look on his face. 'Eragon...'
'I have to go,' Eragon muttered and sped to his tent avoiding crowds as he went. Little one you cannot continue to dwell on what has happened said Saphira Try to forget... but Eragon was already flashing back to just a week ago...
One week ago...
'Arya...' Eragon began but she was not to be denied her anger
'Eragon! When will you let your suit go! You and I cannot ever be together. Besides the fact our races are so different, you have a duty to Alagaësia and that duty cannot be split. Will you finally stop...?'
'Not until you stop dodging my question!' Eragon yelled brokenly, and his voice contained such sorrow she stopped and looked at him, surprised.
'Do you want to be with me...' he yelled and seeing to shocked look on her face he mumbled the last words, '...or...not...'
'Eragon, I...I have to leave to go,' she mumbled and left to Du Weldenvarden, though he only found out that fact later.
The tears barely left his face...
The present
Oh little one... Saphira said, but only one thought remained in his mind...
Arya was due to return tomorow...
So what do you think?
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