Ch1
Eragon flew over the Beor Mountains feeling safe and secure.
"The dwarves know how to drink." Eragon mentioned to Saphira while rubbing his head after all the ale he consumed.
"I don't want to talk about it." Came Saphira's reply.
"Saphira I was there so I know what happened."
Eragon chuckled after the mention of it because Saphira drank more than a dozen barrels and sort of burned a lot of ale.
"Eragon."
"yes?"
"Do you have a feeling we are being followed."
Just as Saphira finished that statement Murtagh and Thorn flew from hiding and struck Saphira's left flank. Saphira pulled to the right and dived to evade the blow.
"What are you doing here?" Eragon yelled to Murtagh.
"Finishing what I started." Came the only reply.
Thorn swung around and pressed the attack from above. Eragon squinted for Murtagh was using the sun for and advantage. Eragon decided to make the fight more challenging.
"Saphira drop to the ground." Eragon's telepathic link called.
Saphira dropped Eragon off into one of the dense forests of the Beor Mountains.
Eragon pulled out one of the blades the dwarves gave him and went into the underbrush. He was quickly rewarded for his patience for Murtagh landed and sent Thorn to find Saphira. When Murtagh's back was turned Eragon burst from his cover and swung his blade in a small arch. Murtagh easily dispatched the attack because there was no force behind it. Murtagh tripped Eragon and as Eragon fell face first into the ground.
"Eragon the elves have made you weak." Murtagh laughed as Eragon struggled to get up. Suddenly Murtagh fell to the ground. Eragon saw no blood and concluded that Murtagh was unconscious. Eragon stood up and found a round stone at the base of Murtagh's neck. Before he could do anything else an explosion of pain erupted at the back of his head and he too fell into unconsciousness.
When Eragon awoke a found himself in a small camp and was bound to a tree. Murtagh was still unconscious and was also bound in the same fashion. Eragon tried to free himself but he couldn't remember any of the ancient words.
"I've been drugged" Eragon thought to himself.
Eragon inspected the camp from his angle and found nothing useful. He head snoring behind the tree and after a while changed his angle and saw to his shock Saphira chained and muzzled.
"Thorn must be here too."
"Hey!" Came a voice from the far side of the camp.
Eragon shifted his gaze and saw a pale man with brown hair in a simple woodsman outfit.
"So your finally awake, I wondered if you would wake up for a second I thought I gave you and your friend here an overdose." The man continued. "besides why where you two fighting, and I found your dragons unconscious from exhaustion."
"You should know." Eragon snapped "with the war and disputes it's easy to tell why someone is fighting."
"There's a war?" the man replied. "I am sorry if I am surprised for the last I heard of the outside world was that a rider when missing after his dragon was killed."
"What do you mean?" Eragon asked.
"That is nothing that concerns you." The man said defensively.
Eragon was holding a distraction because he felt the drug wearing off.
"Brisinger!" Eragon yelled.
The ropes went into flames and fell apart. The man jumped back and when into a fighting pose with his fists. Eragon charged with an overhead strike, the man sidestepped and struck where the arm connects to the body. Eragon's arm went numb. The man disabled the other arm with inhuman speed and in a few minutes Eragon was bound the same way as before except with a gag.