Hello fellow fan fic authors and readers. Welcome to my second fan fic. I have had the idea for this story for some time now and have finally posted the first chapter. Hopefully this will turn out better than my other fanfic. Sorry if I don't post on this regularly, but school is getting really tough right now so hang in here with me, please, it'll be worht it, I promis. But no tim for fancy introductions so with out further interuption, The Horsey proudly presents:
The Twilight Years
The village put forth a blazing light as hungry flames fed their bellies on the woodwork of the small houses and the flesh of the peasants who lived there. The Chieftain of the village lay impaled on the fence surrounding the cemetery, his black eyes frozen in an expression of sheer horror and his left arm lying in a puddle of crimson on the ground next to him. He alone had possessed the courage to stand against that cold monster, even as black smoke rose in torrents into the starry night sky. His warriors had cowered in their homes as frightened kittens do in the presence of a storm. Yet he couldn't have blamed them, no man could have hoped to stand successfully against that creature. It was something from a nightmare, with glowing red eyes and a thundering voice. It was a pity the man had to spend his final minutes staring the thing down, his heart racing as armor that was made from pure shadow, some sorcerer's trick, danced slowly but tightly against its body. It had been merciless in its killing; the chief was a perfect example. No one in the village had been left alive, but the beast still had not found what it was looking for.
The creature stood upon the hill above the valley where the village burned, admiring its handiwork. Days ago he would not have had the power to do this. The magic required to perform the task would have killed him. But that had all changed since he had found the book in Oromis's study.
"The old man was foolish to try and keep it from me," the beast said to itself. "He said that the secrets inside were too much for any being to posses. Said the book should have been burned. But he didn't seem in any hurry to give it up."
"I was right to kill him while he slept," the monster continued, trying to convince himself, "Once he was gone and I had the secrets in the book, that fool Glaedr went down easily. Escape from Ellesmera was all too simple after that."
"And you, Saphira," the beast said turning to face its fallen foe, "you should never have tried to stop me from doing what I have done here tonight. Did you honestly think you could keep me from reaching Murtagh?"
The sapphire colored dragon lay motionless and without breath on the cold rocky ground. A deep gash ran from the tip of her tail up the underside of her stomach and all the way to her throat. Dark blood poured from her, a waterfall feeding into a river of deep red.
"Not one of you can stop me now," the horrid being went on, "Not you, not Murtagh, not Arya, and not Nasuada. I am now more powerful than any of you could ever become, and I will only become stronger as I master the dark and morbid arts inside this tome." He held the dark purple book high in the air, then thrust back into his armor made of shadow. "What I was is gone. I am now and will ever be Eragon, Lord Of Shadow And Darkness."
With those final words, Eragon stretched out great wings of shadow and flew of into the night. His shaggy hair, now tuned black, rippled in the night wind as he let forth a terrible screech and glided toward the full moon.