A/N: This story gonna be pretty short...it's not going anywhere; I haven't even planned any of it xD I guess I'll probably delete it soon.
CLANG!
Eragon screwed his eyes shut as Brisingr once again collided against his opponent's sword, jarring his arm. Even though Eragon had become legendary, the two combatants were equally matched, as if they were brothers. For every fake move and feint Eragon made, the masked other retaliated with a violent thrust to the ribs or jab at the knees.
"I see you haven't changed, Eragon. As determined as ever."
Moving faster than either human or elf, Eragon struck his enemy's head, causing the mask to topple off the edge of the platform on which they were sparring and revealing the man's face.
"And you're the same careless wreck as before, Murtagh."
Snarling, Murtagh slipped his sword under Eragon's arm but before he could do any damage, Eragon stabbed him in the guts, taking advantage of the situation.
However, blood doesn't spurt out as it would've done under normal circumstances; Murtagh and Eragon were allies.
Forty years after the battle of Urubaen, Eragon successfully reformed a fraction of the riders, this time more magnificent than ever before. There were members of almost every civilised race in Alagaesia protecting the land and preserving the peace created as the New Age began. Everything seemed to be perfect but the inhabitants of both Alagaesia and Surda overlooked a minor detail that can cause a major problem - another war, worse than any other before.
What do you think? Should I keep writing? I wrote this in under ten minutes so excuse me for any mistakes and I will make sure any new chapters are way longer than this. Thanks for reading!