Behind The Eyes of a Dragon Riding….
An Eragon Fan Fiction
Inspired by the song, "Once in every lifetime" by Jem and "Somewhere" by Within Temptation
Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon; all credit goes to Christopher Paolini. The only thing I own is Lilix and any character I add in
Author's Note: Ok so this is my First Eragon Fan fiction and I just finished reading the book. I love Eragon and I love reading other people's fan fics of Eragon, so I thought id give it a try. I tried mainly to keep to the book and less of the movie. I have written more chapters than this so I'm going to post the first 2. I Hope you like it and sorry if it's not that great. Reviews would be awesome so I could know if it's good and whether or not I should continue. Thanks guys and Enjoy
I sat looking at the barred walls that surrounded me. I stayed in this prison for the decision of fighting against the king. The fate that was also chosen by my parents. My parents had lived in the time of the dragon riders, my father being one… He chose to fight against the king and to help the Varden, where I have been living since I was young. Ajihad looked after me when my mother died and my father fled. The reason of him fleeing is still unknown. Ajihad said he doesn't know either, but I'm not sure if he is just hiding the truth from me. At times I just wish I could read minds, this way no one could ever lie to me again.
My father would hide secrets from me. So would my mother. They felt it was better for me to know only certain things. I guess they figured it would keep me safe. Probably thinking that it would keep me safe from something entering my mind and taking what I know for their use. Which I thank them for it now… but at the same time, I may never know their knowledge. My father would tell me stories of the dragons and dragon riders, but it was nothing that would ever be more useful knowledge to someone. This angered the king, for all the knowledge that was in my head was everything he knew. Although, there are things I have learned to keep hidden in my mind. My father taught me very well… just in case of a matter like this was to happen.
I continued to think as I sat on the cold floor of the room, pieces of my smooth straight black hair falling into my orange/hazel eyes, the orange being most dominate. All my weapons were taken of course and I felt bare without them. To add to my anger they placed them on hooks right near the door, knowing even when they held me I couldn't reach for them. The wounds on my body began to pain. I bandaged them the best I could to stop the bleeding. The door opened with the creaking of the door filling the area. "On your feet" one of the guards demanded. When I stayed sitting staring at the floor he growled in anger. He grabbed me by my upper arm and dragged me out of the cell.
Binding my hands behind my back tightly and then led me to the King's Throne room. Whispers caught my ear as I walked past the cells of the men. When I first came I heard whispers of me being a woman. Rarely are women in the cells. Mostly there were whispers of "What could she possibly have done?" or "She wont last the night" but I stayed tough. At times men thought I forgot to speak. I've been under captivity of King Galbatorix for a little over a month now and barely speaking a word. Now the whispers of the men were more of questioning my return. They knew my strength was strong… but it was a matter of how far Galbatorix would push to get his answers.
Like a daily routine I walked with my eyes on the ground, hands behind me, and listening to the men's whispers, not caring anymore. King Galbatorix would try to make me join his army, telling me it would be better than rotting in a cell. When declining over and over again, that's when more wounds appeared. Rumors had spread of a new coming of the Dragon Riders. The Legend that has been told stories of frequently, well at least from those who are only daring enough to speak of it. I have thought of what it would be like to be a dragon rider, but I figured it wouldn't happen to me. Even if my father was a dragon rider… he was a male. All stories of Dragon Riders, I have not heard of one female.
We reached the Throne room and the doors opened. Sitting in his throne, Galbatorix watched us enter. They placed me in front of him. "Kneel" said the guard. When I didn't respond by speaking or movements, I was hit in the back of the kneecaps. I winced a bit but quickly hid my pain. King Galbatorix stood in front of me. "So here again, have you changed your mind?" He said and I could just imagine the ugly smirk plastered onto his face. I looked up at him and spit at him. Even if it wouldn't hit him I knew it would show disrespect… and that's all I have for him. I've seen the cruelty he has done to people.
I was punched hard in the face by a guard and fell to my side. I spat the blood and bad taste from my mouth as I was pulled up again. "Cut her binds" Galbatorix said as he walked away from me. The guards stood me up and did as they were told. "Leave us" he told his guards knowing I am no match for him… right now. I turned my head slightly and watched from the corner of my eye as the guards left and shut the doors. "Lilix, you can not win, no matter how hard you try you will join my army in the end" Galbatorix said his back still turned to me. "You know very well where my Allegiance lies" I said glaring at him.
"Ah yes, the Varden" he said turning to me. The Varden, are Rebels, people who are brave enough to stand up to the king, the ones who have been my family for so long. "They can not save you from death" he said and stared at me right into my eyes. I felt a presence in my mind and I focused on the floor, blocking my mind. I felt the presence leave but waited to be sure. "I see you've been practicing" he said and I looked up at him. "My Mind is my own" I said and he smirked evilly. "If the Varden is so much of your family… Why haven't they saved you?" he began to toy with my head. "If you joined me, you'd never become a prisoner again" he said beginning to circle me. He saw me hold onto my necklace and stopped behind me whispered into my ear. "Wouldn't that be what your mother wanted… for you to be free" he said and I felt anger burn through my body.
The necklace I held was what was left from my mother. It is a cross type shape with a flower decorating in the middle of it with diamonds. She gave it to me before she died. "Surely your father wouldn't want this either" he added edging me on. "The Varden is more of a family then you could ever try to be" I said harshly and he just laughed a cold, evil laugh. "They will defeat you, the time of the Dragon Riders is going to come again" I said and he kept that evil grin on his face. "And what will you do when the riders are on my side" he lifted a sheet that revealed two eggs, an Orange and a Red. I knew of only one he had, but it was blue and stolen.
"Where's your line up?" I asked and glared at him. "I'm sure you just have a line of people to have them see if it will hatch to become part of your army" I said staring him coldly. "Ah, of course, and your at the front of the line" he said and I backed up. "I refuse to be part of your pathetic army" I spat out and he walked to me. He grabbed my bandaged wound on my arm and dragged me over to the eggs. I winced at the pain surging into my body. He grabbed my right hand and laid it on the red egg. As much as I wanted to be a dragon rider, I prayed it wouldn't hatch. If it did, I'd have to be in Galbatorix's army. The one thing I've been fighting and I would not betray Ajihad.
He waited a few moments, but nothing happened. I sighed in relief but it wasn't long. Galbatorix sensed my relief and took my hand off about to lay it on the orange egg. The doors flung open and there were some guards. "One of the prisoners is getting reckless, he is demanding food now and wont take no for an answer, not even threats and a blade to his throat will stop him" one of the guards said. I could sense the guard's fear in telling Galbatorix he couldn't control a prisoner. Galbatorix let air out in frustration. "Send Durza to me, I shall have a word with him" when the guards started to leave, Galbatorix spoke. "And take the girl, she's useless to me, lock her back up" he said shoving me into the guard's arms.
The guard grabbed my wounded arm and dragged me to the prison cells. Murmurs and whispers could be heard as I passed the men. I saw the man who was going crazy, demanding food, and yelling things. I just stared at him as I passed. He has been here longer than I have; I just prayed that I wouldn't turn like that if I was still here. I was put into my cell and decided it would be better off to try to get some sleep.
I was woken to the sound of someone calling my name. "Lilix Get Up!" the male said in a low voice. I looked up with tired eyes to see Daltix. Daltix was a friend of my father who was forced to serve Galbatorix to protect his family. "What is it?" I said softly. In his hand he held something wrapped in a blanket. "Come quickly" he said opening the door and putting the thing wrapped in a blanket into my bag hanging on the wall. "Here wear this" he said passing me a cloak. I pulled it onto me and lifted the hood. He passed me my sword, which I buckled on, and my bow, which I put on my back, and looked up at him. "Keep your face hidden, I want you to go to the stable, once you get your horse I want you to ride as fast as you can from here, don't stop for nothing" he instructed me in a soft voice.
"Once I see you far away enough, I'm going to act like I just found your cell empty and call for the guards to avoid suspicion of me" he continued and then sighed. "Why are you doing this?" I asked softly. "You're putting your life in danger" I added. "And your parents have put their lives in danger many times for my family" he said. "Thank you" I said softly and he nodded. "Now Go!" he said pushing me gently. "Get out of here before they spot you" he said and I turned and ran. When I got more towards people I slowed to a walk to avoid suspicion. I got to the stable and quickly saddled my horse Bandit. He got his name from when I had to kill bandit to get him. He sometimes acts exactly like his old owner, but he acts more friendly around me it seems.
I got on his back quickly and rode fast until I got out of the gates. It was a miracle my hood never flew off. I stopped only to take food and water breaks and to give Bandit a break. After long travels of day and night, I saw a fire, not huge, but small enough to know it was a camp fire. I slid off of Bandit's back and led him by his reins as quietly as possible. When we reached the camp it was empty. All that was there was the fire, a camp area to sleep, and a bag. I let go of Bandit's reins so he could graze and I stepped into the camp.
I looked around and I knew whoever was here, was coming back. I got curious as I looked at the bag, and even though I knew I shouldn't, I started to open the bag. Only to have the cold metal of a blade put onto my throat.