Hi guys! Merry Late Christmas if you celebrate it, and just add in your Holiday if you don't. my Christmas present to you is this story so yay! Anyways, disclaimer, I own neither Harry Potter or Inheritance Cycle, so don't sue me. I think that's it, so let's get on with the story. Oh, and Happy New Year!
Eragon watched the blue waves shift as fast as the wind. To anyone else, it might have looked like an impossible speed to achieve, but to him it could not go any slower. Sure he liked riding Saphira, but he had to get back to the varden quickly, else the army might realize that it's new commander was gone, but Saphira was already tired, and pushing her at this stage would prove fatal in the future. Eragon felt a pang as he remembered Nasuada being taken. Something about his emotions must have reached Saphira, for she said I know it is hard, leading the varden, protecting the people, and loosing so many two-leggeds you were close to. Saphira stopped and snorted and then said Hard for a two-legged, at least. It would be much easier if you were a Dragon.
Don't tell that to Glaedr. Said Eragon, referring to the Eldunari who's rider Oromis had been killed. "That's it!" Eragon exclaimed out loud.
What is? Asked Saphira, her emotions showing true interest.
"I know how to get us to the Varden quickly!"
How? Asked Saphira
"When we were in Ellesmera, Oromis taught me a spell to transport objects to other places. In fact, it is the same spell that was used to transport you when you were in your egg. We could use it to move us from here to around the place where the Vardan is. How about it?"
It sounds like a worthy idea. Shall we start?
"We shall."
Eragon was starting to say the necessary words in the Ancient Language, when Glaedr cut in
WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THIS WAS NOT INTENDED TO BE USED ON ANYTHING LIVING. CUT THE MAGIC NOW!
But it was too late.