A story always begins with 'once upon a time', but we all know that those stories always end with 'and they lived happily ever after…' This is not our story. In those stories, there is always a happy ending, but what if this story never has a happy ending? Would you read our tale? Would you read Ella's tale? Maybe Ella's tale will mean something to you in the end or maybe it won't. But perhaps if you read on Ella's tale will mean something to you. So I will begin, as all stories must, with once upon a time.
Once upon a time, the whole of Alagaesia was a peaceful place, protected by dragons and their riders, and for a while that's how it stayed. Until one day a rider and his dragon turned on his brothers, and one by one destroyed them all. The rider, Galbatorix claimed his hold on Alagaesia, turning many of the villages into his fortress. The most feared of all was Uru'baen. Galbatorix made his fortress high and feared. Nobody dared question him. Nobody but the Varden. This is where our story begins.
Deep within the walls of Uru'baen two fearless elf warriors snuck about the streets. Their hoods were drawn up over their faces and the taller of the two carried a small bundle of black fabric in his arms. Their feet made little noise as they skittered down the streets towards the exit. They knew that if Galbatorix found out about this they would surely be killed. But they were already endangering themselves by being within the walls of Uru'baen. The two hurried towards the gate and the taller of the two hid the bundle deep within his cloak. The gates of Uru'baen were still open to allow the remaining troops to pass through the walls. This was their chance. Acting as casually as they could, they walked out of Uru'baen without so much as a questioning glance from the guards positioned just outside the gates. Once they were a safe distance away, the taller elf produced the bundle from his cloak and they carried on down the road.
"We should make haste, Ruvaen." Said the other elf, she removed her hood and looked at the male elf. "We know it will not take Galbatorix long to discover-"
She was cut off as a piercing roar echoed around them. The pair took a glance back at Uru'baen. That sound could only be of pain, the pain that a dragon would feel from his rider. Their pace quickened dramatically, although they already knew the Shade, Durza would be following their counterpart Arya, they were not sure whether Galbatorix himself would take flight for this matter. Their elf speed carried them to the turnoff where they had stored their horses. They released their horses from the ties and the female elf mounted her horse quickly. But the Ruvaen grabbed her arm. He handed the bundle to the female elf who stared at him as if he had gone mad.
"You must not trust me with this, Ruvaen." She said.
"We both know that we will not escape together, Merethyl." He said glancing back at Uru'baen.
"What are you talking about, of course we can." Said Merethyl. She looked hurt that Ruvaen would even suggest splitting up. "We know Durza is after Arya, we will have time, Galbatorix never leaves Uru'baen, you know that."
"I'm serious, Merethyl. Take it and go. It will be for the greater good. For the sake of Alagaesia, go."
"Ruvaen…" Said Merethyl pleadingly, she didn't want her counterpart to leave her. She trusted him with her life, she didn't know how she would survive without him.
"We knew when we accepted this that one or both of us wouldn't return. It has to be me." Another roar emerged from Galbatorix's fortress and Ruvaen reached up and touched Merethyl's face. "Time to go." He slapped the horse on the rump and sent it on its way. Merethyl looked back at Ruvaen, despite her feelings for him she knew that she must go. She had to for the sake of Alagaesia.
Ruvaen watched the horse and rider disappear into the blackness, he turned on his heel and mounted his own horse. He knew by now that Arya would have got the egg to its destination. He knew that what he was doing would make sense in the future. There was a chuckle behind him and he turned unsheathing his sword as he did so.
"Quaint, very quaint." Muttered the Shade. "Shame your friend will go down like, Arya did."
"You will not harm her." Said Ruvaen defiantly as the red headed Shade advanced on him. Durza chuckled raising his hand at the elf who charged at him his blade held high.
Many years in the future, miles away, a girl woke screaming because of an elf and a red headed demon.
I hope you liked the beggining of my story. Please review :)