Hello people of the internet! It's RiseOfTheShadow! I have been playing around with the idea of actually publishing this for some time, its only the first chapter so please stick with me and read the other chapters, remember the first isn't always best.
Putting that aside this is a story where a regular boy from Earth is pulled into Eragon, as in the book not the character.
The story will not stop after the first book though I'll make another fanfiction 'book' for Brisingr and so forth, hope you enjoy first chapter!
(Please review, even if you just put 'good' into the review post, no time or effort required! Just support! [my job is to type all of this so you can sit back and read])
This is the re-written version based off ideas from other people to hopefully make it much clearer.
Chapter #1: Into the void
[Current year: 1823]
Sara sat a few rows ahead of him, the way she moved sent butterflies throughout his body. They had been dating for a whole year now, and finally they had gone out on a real date, they laughed and talked, Eliot's mom and dad had always said it was young love, but he was not so sure.
"So where to next?" Eliot said stopping just outside a farm.
Sara giggled, sending waves of emotions through him.
"I think we have had enough fun for one night."
"Home then?"
She smiled, "I like the sound of that, it's getting late."
She gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Alright let's head home!"
The road was dark, the windows gave a false sense of security. A shadow leapt up into the nearby tree before Eliot had a chance to even turn around, Sara jumped.
A white hot blazing pain shot up his right side. The figure was hidden by a long cloak. His hands were black with bright red edging and a wicked dagger was glowing in the palm of his hand. "I have found you dragon, you are the last one on this planet to keep my full power from returning to Alagaesia!" His mouth had two silver fangs. "Scream for me."
Eliot covered himself, but instead of jumping at him the Vampire like creature jumped at Sara, "I have no idea how you managed to cross into the spirit boundary but I will send you back into your prison!"
He hissed, perhaps.
The voice echoed inside of his head, Eliot whipped around looking for any sort of speaker.
Sara reached her hand out and fire began gathering into her palm, it seemed to be materializing out of thin air.
She drew a few patterns in the air and the fire was drawn inside of her, "Eliot duck and cover!" She yelled over the winds that were now circling her in a vortex. She began glowing a pure white.
Turning away he felt the heat come out of her, it scorched his skin leaving sore spots. There was a momentary vacuum, they were yelling strange words over the wind, rain poured from the sky, the ground ruptured and the barn burst into flames. The next word he did hear, and quite clearly, it made his soul shake inside of him and almost break.
Raw power whipped around her, and she exploded into a shower of light. One of the strange amulets she wore with the symbol of a dragon clattered to the ground. Eliot grabbed it, his body surged with energy.
"Yesss!" The creature shouted over the wind, his eyes turned red, "Your turn."
Rage bubbled up inside of Eliot's chest, but before he could move he was thrown away, the amulet penetrated deep under his flesh, his mind was suddenly assaulted by something else, he brought his focus on a singular thought, the word that had killed the only true friend he had, he yelled it, the effect was his rage at this thing, it was something else, not human so he felt no remorse as it started thrashing around and exploded into a shower of silvery blood. If I can't find peace then neither will you!
The amulet burned hot in his chest, it hurt like he himself was burning up, the heat was still excruciating, flames from the burning barn washed over him. Wrapping him snugly like a blanket, and the pain lessened. He could see himself but the world around him was a void without color, figures walked around in the shadows, they would drift lazily with empty eyes. An open expanse of grass flooded out from below him, and this is where he sat for an endless amount of time, his mind was clean, wiped blank, but the medallion slowly became an extension of his body until he had fully melded with it to the point where the two entities were indistinguishable.
Many years later he still sat in the same spot, learning how to use the powers of the amulet with fire to power a form of magic called, 'the ancient language' as one ghost had said, many told him all they knew, but Eliot was not a full ghost so his ability to understand them was limited.
But many countless years later a new ghost dropped into the realm, a ghostly dragon ran up to him and the two embraced for some time before looking back upward from where he came. Their eyes locked with his the amulet embedded in his skin turned a searing white, and for the first time in almost two hundred years he actually began feeling things.
The man walked up to him, "Tell my son that I love him."
The strange figure pressed his hand to the amulet and Eliot's body shot upward.
A slight growl in his ear jolted Eragon awake. He looked over at Saphira, and found her still sleeping, but her lip trembled in what Eragon realized was a dream. As he stepped around her snoring form,. He glanced over at Murtagh, who also stirred. "Morning," he said quietly, sitting up.
"How long have you been awake?" asked Eragon in a hushed voice.
"Awhile. I'm surprised Saphira didn't wake you sooner."
They talked in soft voices for a few moments more, then looked over as the sapphire dragoness opened her eyes and stretched, yawning.
Have I missed anything? she asked. Eragon assured her that she had not, and she sat by the door, her tail twitching impatiently. The sound of the bolt on the door being drawn back caused her to rise in anticipation, but she let out a huff of annoyance when the bald man appeared in the doorway. Eragon didn't blame her.
The man was joined by Orik and a group of warriors. "You have been summoned to Ajihad, leader of the Varden. You will follow us," the cold voice said.
Eragon stood, Murtagh right beside him. "What about our horses? And can we have our weapons back?"
The bald man looked at Eragon with disdain. "Your weapons will be returned when Ajihad sees fit, not before. As for your horses, they await you in the tunnel. Come." He exited the room, followed by Orik, and Eragon and Murtagh falling in line behind. Saphira slowly padded after them, and the warriors surrounded them in a sort of precession.
Eragon and Murtagh mounted their horses and were led down the tunnel, Saphira walking along beside. They traversed the tunnel and then were treated to a spectacular sight.
A large mound, no, city rose from the ground, the time it must have taken to construct such a marvel was beyond what Eragon could imagine.
Making their way to the marble city through a cheering crowd, they eventually arrived in the hallway outside Ajihad's study. Eragon braced himself to meet the leader of the Varden. Orik and the soldiers remained outside, and only the bald man accompanied them as the large wooden doors swung open.
Entering the vast study, Eragon saw two figures standing behind and oak desk deep in discussion.
The man with the skin as dark as midnight tuned to face him. His face was impassable, "Greeting Eragon, I am Ajihad, leader of the varden."
Later Eragon left the room with a tiredness that was not physical, his brain ached from the pure content that Ajihad wanted him to learn, in addition Mut'ah was trapped in one of the studies, he was not permitted to leave. Eragon followed Ork to the dragon hold with Saphira.
She was amazed with all the cushions, there were many caves and Saphira naturally chose one with a large blue mattress. Eragon slept in a small room over, and for the first time in almost a month he slept in a real sleep.
Eragon was rudely woken by Saphira who was yelling at him, Eragon get up!
He jolted awake smacking his head onto the bed frame, he grunted, I'm awake Saphira! What do you want? He demanded irritably.
I smell something.
You were shouting in my head for that! he exclaimed incredulously.
No, I smell another dragon. Eragon curled up in the covers again, Eragon!
This time Eragon stood and began dressing, alright, where is that smell coming from?
Sent, not a smell.
Alright, sent.
She paused for a moment sniffing the air, Only a few caves over.
Let's go see what it is.
He looked into the cave Saphira was gesturing to, rolled up in a protective ball a sphere of shiny silver laced wings and scales glinted in the morning light.
Eragon contacted Ajihad, Umm, what is this? he asked sending him an image of the dragon on the mattress.
He could feel shock echo through the temporary link. Ajihad sent a mental message to the twins, Eragon groaned, those two would be trouble.
They're on the way here. He told Saphira who was sniffing the sleeping dragons forum.
Eliot woke to a gentle breeze on his head. He opened his eyes, seeing a massive blue fourm in front of him, he curled back up, not inviting the object to continue shining. He began drifting off again when a bunch of voices entered the room, he sighed in annoyance and unfolded himself. His head scraped the ceiling. That woke him up. Ugh what's going on, he questioned in annoyance. He saw twin figures standing, blocking the light from entering his eyes, more muttering. Something actually began to grope at his mind, like a sharp dagger, it wedged itself into the corner of his mind. Trying to gain access to his memories, of which he had none, and the knowledge he did possess was hidden by mental barriers so to be invisible from the outside.
He opened fully to the contact, it flew around his mind going right by the part that held the full extent of his powers and his ability to harness energy from flame.
"The dragon has no memories." said the man in a white robe.
Wait what? Eliot looked down at his body and caught the shimmer of lizard scales. They were a fluorescent mosaic.
He looked to those around him. This body felt natural actually. Almost like his human form was too small like a tight shirt.
The man with dark olive skin frowned, "What? Dragons are not born fully grown."
He reached a tendril of thought out and into Ajihad's mind, what is this place?
Ajihad jumped and stumbled back a few paces, you speak?
He frowned, I know how to use magic beyond your comprehension so of course I can speak!
Ajihad turned from him, a small group of soldiers made a wall in front of him. The two men who were obviously identical chattered away with incredible speed. One of them turned back to him, "We wish you to know that we are the Varden, you are in the mountain city, we welcome you as friend as you have no memories that suggest that you are of the empire so if you truly wish to be a friend we shall welcome you as an equal."
Eliot frowned, the man was hiding something, the amulet could sense that and in turn so could he. Are you of the empire?
They shook their heads, "No good friend we are not."
The amulet didn't react and that was strange but overall he was happy that the amulet didn't flare up and hint at what he knew.
What do you ask of me to become one of your group.
Ajihad had peppered him with questions about his past, but all of that was wiped clean by his time down in the void other than his name Eliot. But the main thing Ajihad wished to know about was what he knew of magic. He had bragged about how strong his magic was. Now thinking himself foolish he went down to the training fields to where the twins young rider Eragon with Saphira at his back was frowning, with a sudden explosion of recognition of what he was attempting he opened his wings and threw himself down the short tunnel fully into a grassy field. Eragon stop! he yelled to the entire field, next he faced the twins, how dare you! he focused on the ring and pulled the real fourm out. A ghostly double formed, the twins gasped. He faced them, Ajihad instructed me to take the trial of magic with you, let us begin before I decide to decapitate you.
The twins smiled, "Lift this stone", they pointed at the ground toward a pebble, he focused on the pebble, he pulled it up to eye level. With no resistance.
He continued through the morning, he found all their attempts to stop him amusing. He was funneling energy from the nearby bonfire of course people just thought it was running low on coals because the energy from the fire was invisible. They frowned, irritated by his absolute triumph, they walked away identical twin scowls crossing their foreheads. A sudden furious clang caused him to swing his long head and neck over to see Arya standing with her sword to Eragon's neck. "You have passed." she stated and began walking back across the field.
Arya, please talk to me. She raised one of her eyebrows then walked briskly to where he stood. "What is it Eliot?"
I was wondering if you would be interested in a duel.
"And how would you accomplish that?"
He searched the field for anyone suitable for such a high speed duel. He set his eyes on a tall man with a single sword spinning in a fury for any mere man would fall to, Hail! Come here master of the blades. Fredric correct?
Fredric frowned but left the people he was schooling with the blades. "Yes?"
Would you be interested in helping me duel Arya?
Fredric grinned, "crossing blades with an elf is a rare chance. I will help you."
Good, and with that he took control of Fredric's actions, he controlled him like a puppet. Arya looked to him then Fredric suddenly understanding, not wasting another second. He charged her with Fredric. Blows that shook his. . . Fredric's arms hit him from all angles, he blocked, ducked and then swung, only to find Arya not there, he twisted and blocked, he swung at the hilt of the blade, she dropped the blade, as he pressed his against her chin before releasing the pressure, good match? he said timidly, she picked up the blade and bowed to him, "You passed." Fredric ran back over to his students obviously intimidated by the power he controlled.
He gave a very dragon like grin to Arya, her face lit up, she reached out to brush his head, he bowed it and she patted Eliot's snout.
A severe burning sensation entered his body. It was like his veins were filled by fire, and then ice, he willed himself to move but found himself unable, the whole field had stopped any action as they watched the dragon thrash while Arya stood paralyzed.
Slowly a tendril of thought extended from both of them, it pulled their minds closer and a white star pressed itself into his skin. Arya looked at her right hand with a strange expression, flexing it. Suddenly a rush of memories clouded his own mind, he retreated from the connection, and slowly felt emotions trickle smoothly across his mind.
Well, that's not what I expected to happen. Eliot said timidly.
Arya ran back through the tunnel not stopping for anyone.
That was too much fun to re-write, tell me what you think!