Well, back again! If you were expecting a chapter of Unexpected, I AM SORRY! I'm in a bit of a spiff with that story right now...I'm having a terrible time of making characters actually IN character. I've had this on deviantART for awhile, so I decided to put it on here X3 Because seriously, there is very few Eragon/Zelda crossovers! At least, the last time I checked...and none of them are slash! XD So now, I present to youuuuuu the first slash Eragon/Zelda crossover!
Pairings: Murtagh/Eragon, and...err...someone/Link XD; Who, though? Maybe Vanir? Or Marth or Ike? Or, I was thinking, maybe that hot furry, Blodhgarm? Seriously, he is a furry/anthro XD I need input, people! XD
I'm working on chapter three...ehh...I'm not sure where exactly to end it XD Uhhh I'm rating this T to be safe XD
SPOILERS for BRISINGR
I DO NOT OWN ERAGON (snrrk...but Murtagh does |D *gets slashed with Zar'roc*)
Eragon opened his chocolate brown eyes slowly and rubbed them. "Nng...where...am I?" He murmured drowsily. "Oh yeah...." he spoke again, talking quietly to himself. "Galbatorix's prison..." He took a look around. He was in a slightly small, dark, damp cell. The thick iron bars looked impossible to open by brute force, and as far as Eragon could tell, there was no opening mechanism on the door; the only way to open the door was probably by magic. On the floor, there was some damp-smelling mounds of straw, and...a sleeping wolf? Next to the wolf were two small, dented metal bowls; one held water, and the other held a few meager scraps of food, scarcely enough to feed a small cat.
Eragon approached the wolf stealthily, trying not to wake it up. When the Rider was about a foot or so away, he went into a crouching position. Upon closer inspection, the brunette noticed the wolf had two manacles on both of its forelegs. On the right foreleg, the manacle shackled the poor beast to the floor of the cell. It had Galbatorix's insignia on it. The other manacle had intricate designs on it, and it was apparent that it was broken awhile ago; part of the chain was still on it. Also, Eragon noticed, on the left forepaw of the beautiful canine, there was a strange symbol. It was three triangles composed to form one large triangle.
Eragon ran his hand alongside the black and white pelt of the beast gently. It had silky smooth fur, and at this discovery, the swordsman was surprised it hadn't been hunted down and killed. Its fur would bring quite a few pretty coins at market. The Rider also noticed how skinny the young wolf was. Its ribcage was sticking out, and that made the brunette disgusted. The teen also noticed that the wolf had piercings. There was a metallic blue hoop on each of the wolf's furry ears. When Eragon's hand came in contact with one of these hoops, the beast's ear twitched. Aww, the Dragon Rider thought, so cute!
Just then, the wolf's eyes opened blearily. They were a gorgeous sapphire blue; they were just as beautiful as Saphira's sparkling scales. As the wolf came to its surroundings, it suddenly lunged at the brunette, growling fiercely. Startled, Eragon lurched backwards, falling on his rear end hardly.
Eragon smiled, and said calmly out loud and in the snarling canine's mind, "Do not worry, little garm(1)! I will not hurt you, I swear it!"
The wolf responded through their newly formed mental link with a cautious growl. What do you want? he asked.
The blue Rider grinned at the response. I wish to help you! he spoke eagerly back with sincerity in his voice.
The wolf stopped growling and snarling. I...I guess that'd be okay... the blue-eyed beast responded softly, sounding a bit unsure.
The Rider smiled kindly at the wolf, trying to offer him (he decided it was a "he" after hearing its voice) some reassurance. "Great!" He responded out loud. He then crawled quickly over to where the chain restraining the wolf was fastened to the floor. He held the chain with both hands, pulling them away from each other. The wolf, apparently sensing what the teen was trying to do, held on to his end with his teeth and began pulling fiercely has well. With a loud SNAP, the chain broke in half. The wolf let out a happy woof and wagged his tail eagerly, causing Eragon to laugh. He let out an unhappy wine, though, when he saw that the brunette's skin on his palms was slightly torn. The canine licked Eragon's palms, apparently trying to apologize.
Eragon smiled at the wolf. "Really, I'm fine!" He then let out another light laugh when he felt the wolf sniffing his gedwey insignia. "By the way, Mr. Big Bad Shrrg, my name's Eragon Shadeslayer, or Agretlam, or Shur'tugal, I suppose. What's yours?"
The wolf pranced over to his water bowl and lapped up some stale-looking water while replying mentally, Link. But I've also been called the Bane of Twilight, and the Hero of Twilight. He then looked up and walked slowly towards the Dragon Rider. But y'know, Eragon... Link said, gently, I...I'm not truly a wolf....
Eragon just blinked at Link dumbly. "What do you mean, not a wolf? You sure look like a wolf."
Link gave him a lazy, toothy smile. I guess...it's a curse. But it's also a blessing. Two things make me like what I am right now; a thing called twilight, which covers the land in a place between light and darkness, and another thing called a shadow crystal, which is a cursed gem. I'm currently like this because of a shadow crystal. He began circling around the brunette, for the other was still on the ground, never breaking eye contact. Upon looking at Link's feral, wild eyes, Eragon had to remind himself that this was still a wild beast.
Link yawned, exposing many sharp teeth. I need this crystal, he remarked, for it is the only thing that will revert me to my true form. The chains attached to his shackles clinked along the ground every time he moved. It is on my collar, he continued, still circling the brunet, but one of those damned guards took my collar away from me. He almost lost a couple of fingers doing so, too. And amused look found its way onto the wolf's face, and Eragon couldn't help but mirror it.
But I think... he began again, trailing off. He then padded over to the bars of the cell.
Eragon sighed. "I already checked while you were asleep. The door only opens by magic, and I've been drugged, so I can't remember the words to cast any spells."
Link shot him a slightly surprised and awed look. You can use magic? he asked, excited. Wow, I wish I could use magic...I mean, I sort of, kind of can, but, well.... He sighed, and went back to sniffing around the bottom of the bars.
Ah HA! He exclaimed triumphantly after several minutes of pawing and sniffing at the ground, causing Eragon to tumble backwards at the sudden noise. I found a way out!
Eragon hurriedly made his way over to the black and white wolf. "How?" He asked.
Well, see right here, where the tiles in the floor are loose, and there's some soil? The ground is soft here, so I think I can dig a hole big enough for us to escape!
Eragon gave his new companion an unsure look. "Are you sure this will work?"
Link smiled his wolfish smile. Positive! Trust me, when I was imprisoned before, this is how I escaped. He then began to dig furiously. About ten minutes later, he declared that the small tunnel underneath the bars was big enough.
The blue-eyed wolf met Eragon's gaze and said, I...I'll go first. You're defenseless without a weapon and magic...not that I doubt your strength, but rather be safe than sorry, right? Eragon nodded solemnly, and followed Link under the bars. It was a tight squeeze, but they both made it.
Eragon grinned. "C'mon, I remember where they put my weapons; your collar is probably there too!" He then sprinted hurriedly past some other cells and up a flight of stairs, Link following faithfully at his heels.
Eragon couldn't contain his joy, and let out a content laugh. Link responded with a joyous bark. It felt so good to run again! At the top of the stairs, there were two doors; one to get out of the dungeon, and another that contained the prisoners' belongings. To Eragon's immense relief, the door was unlocked. He swiftly opened it and shut it as soon as he and his furry companion were inside. It was a considerably big room, but it was a bit crowded with all of the confiscated weapons and items. On a small table was his Rider sword, Brisingr, with its sheath. Next to it was his purse of coins, his bow and quiver, and a dog collar.
The dog collar was a beautiful thing; it was made with a strange metal, even stronger than steel, and was inlaid with white and yellow gold and black silver and white silver. On what Eragon presumed was the font, there was a diamon-shaped black crystal with orange designs. The shadow crystal.
...Can you put it around my neck? Link asked, shy. Eragon nodded and did so. He stood back up and buckled Brisingr to the belt of Beloth the Wise, put his bow and quiver on his back, and also picked up his coin purse and put it into one of his tunic pockets. He was, however, distracted when a black...aura?...cloud?...surrounded Link. Now, instead of a wolf, a teenager about the same age or younger was standing in front of the Rider.
"Um...surprised?" Link questioned in a smooth tenor voice. He was wearing a forest green tunic, complete with leggings (Tights? questioned Eragon), an undershirt, a strange hat, boots, bracers, and gloves. Under his green tunic was a shirt of slightly rusty chain mail. On his back was a long, graceful-looking sword, a metal shield bearing the crest of an unknown country, and a bow and quiver. Link was short, and about the same height or shorter as Eragon, a measly 5'6". The tunic-bearing boy had shining blonde hair and pointy ears, but they were more prominent than an elf's. The collar had shrunken, and hugged his neck. He had the same feral eyes as he did when he was a wolf, but now they were complete with dark, long lashes, and a pleasant, boyish face, with slightly angled features. In fact, he didn't look too different than Eragon.
"Let's go!" Eragon exclaimed. Link nodded, and they sprinted off again. But, sadly, fortune was not on their side.
Review! Or Galbatorix will kick a puppy! Oh, and I changed the design from what it looked like in the dA version...it just sounded impractical XD
garm - Ancient Language for wolf
Shrrg - those giant wolves--I kinda meant it like the big bad wolf XD
And Eragon doesn't have those callous things on his hands...urgh...yucky XD