My newest story... Enjoy


Eragon sighed as he looked at the limp body of Sloan. Himself, Saphira and Roran had assaulted Hellgrind with the intention of saving Roran's fiance Katrina and killing the Ra'Zak and the Lethrblaka. Roran had killed one of the Ra'Zak, while the other fled, and Saphira, who was waiting outside for them, had killed the two Lethrblaka. He sighed again and prepaired to tell Roran and Katrina the news, when he felt another presence, this one strong and old, older than Oromis, and much, much stronger. He wondered why he didn't feel it before. It came from the cell at the far end of the room. He approached the door and looked at it. It was carved with some symbols that he didn't recognize, and had no visible handle. He sighed again and murmured Ma'mor, a spell for unlocking doors. The door clikced, and then opened witha squeek. The cell was dark and damp, and seemed empty, had it not been for the presence he felt.

Suddenly, a pair of silver eyes opened, shining in the darkness. The eyes seemed to study him, and after some time, a voice, wise and powerful, spoke in perfect Ancient Language.

"Who are you, young one, and what are you doing here?" the clearly male voice asked. Eragon thought for a moment and, deciding to at least be polite in this powerful presence, answered.

"My name is Eragon. I am a Dragon Rider. I came here with my cousin, Roran, to free his fiance from the Ra'Zak. We killed one, but the other fled." The eyes seemed to frown at the mention of the name of the beasts. "Tell me, Eragon, how many Dragon Riders are there?"

Now, it was Eragon's turn to frow, but this time in confusion. But, he decided to answer nontheless. "Two. Myself, along with my Dragon Saphira, and my master Oromis, along with his Dragon Glaedr." The presence chuckled. "So, Oromis is still alive after all this time. Come closer, Eragon, and shed some light surrounding the mystery of my presence here." Seing Eragon tence up, he chuckled again. "Don't worry, child, I won't hurt you. After all, it wouldn't do good to hurt the newest student of an old friend of mine, now would it." At this, Eragon relaxed. He didn't know why, but he trusted this strange voice. He stepped in the cell and said Brising Raudhr and a red ball of fire appeared in front of his, lighting up the room, but not hurting the eyes of the being inside. There, he saw a peculiar site. The man was chained up in a lot of chains, so much that only his head was wisible. It had silver eyes, along with a very long silver hair and beard. The hair and beard covered all of his face, leaving only his deep eyes visible. Eragon raised an eyebrow.

The man chuckled again. "I see you are confused at my... situation. I will not explain now, as it is too long a story, and, I don't know you enough to be able to trust you with it. But I will tell you this. I am bound by chains that restrict my power, and can only be broken by a drop of blood of one of pure a heart. I sense that you have such a heart. That is why I revealed my presence to you. So I ask you this. Release me, and I will acompany you to Ellesmera, and maybe even after. What say you?"

Eragon thought about it, and decided to do it. After all, he promised in the Ancient Language that he would accompany him. He pricked his finger in a sharp part of the door, and let a drop of blood fall on the chains. The chains glowed silver, and broke in meny small pieces. The figure groaned and streched to his full length.

He was six feet tall. He wore a white robe that went all the way to the floor, hiding his entire body. He popped his back, satisfied at the sound of joints popping in place.

Before either could talk, Roran called for Eragon's help. He was standing at the door of Katrina's cell. He asked for Eragon's help in oppening the door, not noticing the figure behind him. Eragon murmured Ma'mor again, and the door opened. In the cell was Katrina.

She was a lot thinner, and her copper hair had lost it's shine, but months of inprisonment did that to a person.

"What do you want, you bastards." She spoke, her voice low, but strong. She then looked up. "R-r-roran?" she said in a faint voice. He imidiately rushed to her, holding her in a loving embrace. She started to sob. "Shhhh. It's ok. It's ok. I'm here." he comforted her, gently rubbing her hair. Eragon looked at the sight with a small smile. He approached her and pointed at the shackles on her hands and feet saying Jierda. The shackles broke. Katrina was wide-eyed. "Eragon? Is that you?" He nodded "What the....?" "Magic" was his simple answer "Come on, we have to get out of here." She nodded. "But, first I need to check your mind to see if..." he was interupted by the strange man, who Roran and Katrina noticed for the first time. "No need, young one, I already checked her. Her thoughts are her own." Eragon looked at the man and nodded. Katrina then spoke in a low whisper "Who are you?". It seemed that he heard her though, as he looked her in the eyes. She was met with a kind, compasionate stare. "Who I am is not important now. We need to get out of here and get you to safety so you can recover." She nodded and they went.

They were walking in the tunnels, the strange man first, then Eragon, Katrina and finaly Roran. Before they got to the end of the tunnel, the man cought an arrow that was dripping in a smelly liquide. It was coming from a lone Ra'Zak in front of them. It was surprised that an old man had cought the arrow. The man turned to Eragon. "Child, give me that stick and step back." Eragon handed the staff that he was carying and did as he was told.

The man stepped forward, at wich the Ra'Zak gave out a creepy chuckle. "Oh, look, an old man wan't to come out and play." It said in a raspy voice. The man frowned and answered in a cold voice, kindness gone from his eyes. "It seems that I have been gone form the world too long if you pitiful creatures have become so bold. I will show you today why I was feared."

He twirled the staff around and attacked. The Ra'Zak didn't even have time to lift it's sword. The whole thing was over too quickly. The end result was the staff being jabbed in the skull of the creature.

Eragon was, along with Roran and Katrina, wide eyed at the display of skill. None had thought that the old man was capable of souch things. He chuckled at their expressions, and ushered them to follow, which they did.

After several minutes of walking, they arrived at the large cave at the end of the that moment, Saphira arrived. Katrina hid behing Roran as she landed. "Katrina, allow me to introduce you to Saphira. She is my Dragon, and I am her Rider. She understands when you talk to her." he spoke. Katrina hesitantly greeted the Dragon. After the exchange, Saphira noticed the old man, and sniffed him. He allowed it, seemingly not surprised at the sight of a Dragon. Who are you? She spoke, broadcasting her words to everyone. And what are your intentions? The old man chuckled again. "Who I am is not important. And, even if it was, I wouldn't tell you, not now at least. My intentions, however, are simple. I promissed Eagon to acompany his to Ellesmera, and do so I will." Saphira looked at Eragon, who nodded, and drpped the subject. For now.

"Good." The man said. "Now, little dragon, here is what you will do. Take the two lovers to safety, wherever you deem apropriate, and then come back for Eragon and myself at this location." He sent her mental images of a forest with a white marble tower at the centre. She seemed reluctant to leave her Rider. "Oh, don't worry about the boy. No harm will come to him." He said in both the Common and Ancient Language, inside her mind. She looked at Eragon, who nodded again, sighed, and told Roran and Katrina to climb on her back.

"Are you sure about this, cousin?"

"Aye, Roran. I am. Don't worry, I'll be in Surda as soon as I can."

Be sure to keep your word, old man, or else! And with that threat from Saphira, they flew away.

"Well, come on, we don't have whole day." The old man told Eragon, as he went to the exit. He followed him.

"Oh, by the way, what is your name?"

"Naruto." the old man said.


Here, a new story. I appologise to my fans about not writing the others, but I just can't seeme to concentrate with this thing in my head. So, maybe after I write a few chapters of it, the others will flow more easily.

Now, Naruto essencialy looks and acts like Dumbledore from Harry Potter. Kind to allies, but cold to enemies. Although, he is waring Gandalf the White's robe. And no glasses

As for thepairings:

RoranxKatrina - obviously

EragonxArya - my favorite in the book

Narutox? - I'll tell you in a few chapters MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And the title? A surprise for later.

Drakai, signing off.