Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon, Eldest or anything to do with the Inheritance Trilogy.
P.S. Im just writing it as it comes so this is pritty much random.
A dark brown haired man was kneeling blood running down his face in the background
"You have failed me!" A cruel deep voice yelled
"And I shall make sure you and your 'Friend' will pay dearly for this!" Said the voice
The man braced himself as a whip flew threw the air the barbed tips digging into his flesh nearing his bone.
"Eragon? Eragon come on we need you now. Eragon!" Arya said
"Alright im coming!" Answered Eragon
The reddish glow of morning shone threw the faults in the tent. It was a reasonably silent considering the carnage that took place just a few hours ago
Murtagh…
A grunt broke threw the silence Eragon rolled from the bed and reached for where Zar'roc was normally stored but grabbed thin air and fell forward. The fall was all he needed to come to his senses the memories of the battle that has taken the greatest toll on him. Murtagh was a rider he could hardly believe it.
Well are you going to sit there all day like a dumbstruck hatchling or are you going to come out here?
Ok im coming. Wait… Where is Arya? And is Hrothgar alright?
Arya is assisting the wounded and removing the dead from the battlefield.
And Hrothgar?
I… Im sorry little one the wound Murtagh dealt was fatal.
What? No… That can't be… someone must've healed him! Didn't anyone heal him?
The nearest healer took half an hour to reach him…
Did he die peacefully?
He drowned in his own blood...
A tear rolled down his cheek Eragon wiped his cheek.
"Are you coming or not?" Arya yelled.
"Yes sorry I got… held up" Eragon replied.
Eragon put his clothes on and walked out of the flap. Bodies were everywhere the surviving people were either healed or put out of there misery then piled with the dead. Eragon walked towards Nasuada, Roran and Arya. As he was walking he heard mummers.
"There he is. Soon he will turn just like his father and his brother."
"Is there anything I can help with?" inquired Eragon.
"Yes… Could Saphira and you fly around and heal the living or if they are unable to live much longer put them out of there misery. But if you find any high ranking military of the empires army please interrogate them." Answered Nasuada.
"Yes my liege lord" Eragon said.
"Please Eragon there is no need for the formalities" Nasuada replied.
"I apologize. Nasuada I must know where King Hrothgar?" Eragon asked.
"His body is with the dwarfs I would be careful around there some of the dwarfs will not take it to kindly that you didn't slay Murtagh" Warned Nasuada.
"Thank you" Answered Eragon.
"No thanks is required" Said Nasuada.
Eragon walked away and while he still heard the mummers he muttered
"Eyddr eka onr (empty my ears)"
Eragon was glad for some peace and quiet while he was walking to the dwarfs' main quarters he was able to think about what had happened
Morzan? My father? It can't be. It just can't we are nothing alike! He wanted to destroy the dragon riding order IM trying to save it!
He finally reached the quarters he got some glares every now and again but thanks to the spell he couldn't hear them. Orik ran across the small gap between Eragon and grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a large crack in the wall.
"I wouldn't go through there if your planning on getting to Hrothgars temporary tomb alive." Whispered Orik
"Who have I angered this time?" Questioned Eragon.
"Just the majority of the dwarfs here." Warned Orik.
"Follow me I know a few ways in" Advised Orik.
Eragon then followed Orik to a series of underground tunnels luckily Orik had a torch and even with Eragons elven eyesight it was hard to see. After 15 minutes of turns they reached a small door Orik punched a series of bricks then finally it opened leading into the temporary tomb.
"Now is your best chance to pay your respects" Orik said.
"Stydja unin mor'ranr, Hrothgar Könungr sé onr sverdar sitja hvass" Eragon said with his hand placed on Hrothgars brow Eragon felt drained as if he used magic the sudden sensation reminded him of when he blessed/cursed Elva.
Eragon and Orik then quickly left the room. A few seconds later the rest of the dwarves flooded into the temporary tomb. As they looked at there recently dead king they all gasped as sheer suprise caught the better of them.
A little cliffy i tried. tell me if this is even alright.
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