This story adds an extra egg to Galbatorix's collection, it's a deep purple.
The morning was a bright blue sky, and yet the king was not happy, even though he could manipulate magic and minds he was still not satisfied. He hungered for more, an entire race of dragons under his control, but all of the eggs rejected everyone in the city, and thus they would not hatch.
It sounded as if a waterfall of glass was cascading down the stone stair well inside the room that a lone solder guarded. Startled by the sudden noise a guard ran to get the king. "M' lord something is in the treasure room!" he yelled down the hall, moments later Galbatorix exploded into view with a bright flash of light, he loved to put on small displays of his power. "Let's see what it is," with a mighty heave Galbatorix thrust the doors open. The purple egg on a dais shuttered violently as soon as he crossed the threshold. Both men stood in shock. Webs of white raced up and down the egg, soon it had too many flaws and it cracked in a disheveled pattern.
"By the stars," the man whispered in wonder.
Instead of a dragon in the egg, a tiny human child crawled its way out. He had purple tinted skin and a pair of golden eyes greeted Galbatorixe's hard face. "Dada?" The small creature asked in a soft musical voice, almost as if it were an elf. The expression melted into one of real compassion.
Galbatorix knelled, "Yes son, yes I am your father." His expression was one of joy for the first time in a long time.
The year after he was 'born' Galbatorix announced his existence, and crowned him Anton. Over the years the boy developed a sweet instinct, he was nice to everyone he met. While in the poor areas of town where his father was tolerated he was quickly embraced by the street children and adults alike. One day while his 'father' was interrogating a prisoner he slipped into the treasure room, it was the one part of the city he could not go in. So of course he had to see what it was, and that threw his father's anger askew.
Run Saphira! screamed Eragon mentally. Then with a bright flash of light he lost conscientious
"What are you holding Anton?" Galbatorix shouted, as his son exited the vault.
"I do not know, I think you would know what it is though, seeing that this is you treasure room." Anton squeaked. Taking a breath to steady his shaking voice he finished his though, "please tell me what it is."
Stretching his hand out Galbatorix delicately pulled the bright green egg from his sons grasp. "This is one of my most prized possessions, what it is a conversation for another time. You may tell no one about what you saw."
"I am sending you to aid Durza, you need to learn to control him and not be controlled by him," Anton let out a long gasp ",and don't give me those eyes!" Galbatorix barked as Anton started to give him a pleading look. "Off with you, be ready in half an hour, be back by dawn in two days."
Sighing he went to his room to grab his extra changes of cloths and his dual swords, he slid them carefully into the sheath and while being cautious not to hit the door frame with his pack dashed down the stairs.
He slipped into the kitchen and plucked a pastry from the nearby shelf without anyone being the wiser and continued on his way down from the highest spire. Near the bottom Galbatorix confronted him, "you must guard the prison, don't let your kindness stop you from killing anyone."
"Yes father, I will not fail you." He whispered, still hurt from the blunt force of the assignment he was thrown at, Durza was a shade, a creature of magic that relied on spirits and an empty body to fuel them. Galbatorix began to cast the spell, Anton's body evaporated into the wind and in moments his body began to concentrate into a solid at Durza's facility.
"Welcome," the dark clad figure said, "let's get to work now." He began fingering the hilt of his sword.
"Um, you're not going to use that are you?" Anton said, his heart began creeping up into his thought. Although he was confident he could take him, he was not so sure about the solders that he could call to his aid, both Durza and the solders would prove problematic.
"You are thick I think your father will be most pleased when I rip your real name from you and your under my service." Durza hissed between finely sharpened teeth, the sound was much the same of the pale blade he was un-sheathing.
A moment's hesitation before Anton snapped his hand back and pulled out his twin blades, they began a deadly dance, he blocked and twisted under everything that Durza could throw at him. The blades were blurs in his hand. Every hit knocked Durza off balance for a few moments. By the time that Anton began to win a large group of solders had assembled and were watching with increasing interest as they battled physically and mentally. The spirits swirling around in Durza's head were easy to control, they drove aggressively, and he just kept them out by sealing his mind tightly.
Finally Anton spun and cleaved Durzas sword out of his hand. He crossed the blades near the base of his throat and prepared to deliver the killing blow. But the solders surrounding them rushed in and seized Anton, he did take out a few but was unable to keep almost fifty of them away, the main reason was that his mental bulk had latched onto Durzas mind and he was attempting to cripple the Shade. And his price was that he was captured.
Rubbing his through the Shade stood up, "impressive I have never had a human beat me before." Cracking his jaw back into place he continued, "but you are not human so what could I expect. Also your father is no longer your father, I am."
A sharp pain shot up the base of his skull and his breathing slowed, and eventually slowed to the point someone could easily mistake Anton for dead.
The mirror behind the shade began to ripple, spinning the Shade bowed before it, "my lord, your son is of the best of help to me."
"I should hope so, he is extremely talented," The white around Galbatorix shimmered, "ah give me a moment."
The, well whatever was standing next to Galbatorix was attempting to talk with him; but Galbatorix sent the person away. "May I see my son?"
"My lord your son is tired. Please let him rest, tomorrow would be a better time."
Pondering what had just been said Galbatorix nodded, "alright I will check back in the morning."
Bowing even lower Durza hissed, "Thank you my king."
The image rippled before the spell was released and the mirror changed back to normal. "Take him to his cell." He growled, the men stooped and then hurried the man off into the nearest cell. Fitting him with chains.
He groaned as he began to wake from his dreamless sleep. Jolting Awake he found himself with two chains holding him to the cot.
Ah when you deal with someone so competent with magic don't under estimate him, Anton thought to himself. He breathed in to prepare to cast the spell, but the click of a nearby cell door stopped him.
Suddenly a loud roar echoed through the chamber, to the left of the door that opened you could hear the tell-tale sign that a group of men were drawing their swords, "Charge!" one of the men shouted. But suddenly a soft thud accorded as one of them hit the floor, then another and another. An estimated fifty percent of them were dead in seconds. Heavy boots slammed into the cobble steps of the prison to the upper level.
One of them said something that he did not quite catch.
"Alright I'll tell you! Just don't put that stuff in me!"
The next few words were indecipherable.
"You saw an Elf? This is a mistake; we should flee while we have the chance." One of the men said
"No we must help her! Follow me!" and a pair of dark haired men ran past the cell window.
Now or never, Anton thought to himself. He channeled his energy through one word "Jerdia" and the chains cracked open, leaving a bunch of sharp metallic shards, following what the man earlier must have done he searched for the locking mechanism and pushed it into the unlocked position and the door swung open.
He couldn't see what was happening around the corner but it sounded as if the young men were in the next room over, "ahh vanquisher of shadows, how nice of you to join us" Durza said walking stiffly toward them, his features crossed in a deep scowl. Frowning the shorter of the two boys ran at the Shade barbarically, he barely managed to keep the blow from connecting with his skull. The Shade simply swooped the sword and knocked the sword strait from his hands. "Ah so this is why the riders fell so easily, no matter."
"You are forgetting something." Said the boy lying on the floor.
"And that would be?"
The ceiling shook, chunks fell down in catastrophically large rain.
A rogue arrow pierced the Shades shoulder launched from the man behind him.
He laughed insanely, snapping the arrow shaft between two fingers, "You're going to have to do better."
The next one caught him between the eyes, he opened his mouth and let lose a howl, his skin bubbled and evaporated into smoke.
The solders seemed to forget their shock and began rushing them, two of the men vaulted up into the dragon's saddle.
Seeing that he was not following suit the boy mentally yelled, Get on!
I can't we will be too heavy for your dragon, don't worry I know how to fly without wings, Anton said with a wide grin.
Griping a slab of stone he entombed it with a spell of levitation and he rocketed up through the hole in the ceiling.
He doubted that anyone would be forgetting the Gil'ead break out anytime soon.
Let the games begin dad, he chuckled darkly to himself, come and find me.
Hope that you guys enjoyed my first shot at this new fanfiction, please send me ideas or things that I must add in order to improve! Helpful criticism is welcome!