Hi Everyone! I haven't
written for Eragon before, but my friend, Respect the Hobos, was
reading the Inheritence chapter in Eldest. We got to the lines of
Eragon and his scars and it made me mad,again. So I did what anyother
writer, I fixed it, so it is now my way! Basically this is what I
think should have happened, or what
I would have done if I was
Murtagh, probably because I am a bit of a sadist.
"I don't have a scar on my back anymore," Eragon.
Murtagh glared at the younger boy. Then the Red Rider got a thoughful look on his face. Then very quickly he lashed out at Eragon. The blade cut through the Blue Rider's armor. He cried out in pain. Murtagh looked at the red blade that was just a few shades lighter than the blood.
"Now, you shall have one again. Just. Like. Me." Murtagh said crouching so his face was just above his younger brother. Then he started chuckling, "They were made by the same blade as well this time." The older man stood up and and walked over to Thorn.
He sat on top of Thorn and yelled "Until we meet again, brother!" There was a whoosh of wind and Thorn took off flying away. Eragon looked down from the plateau to see the Imperial Army retreating.
Saphira padded over to her rider and roared trying to get help.
I hoped you enjoyed. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.