Thank you for coming and checking out my FF! This book takes place after Brisingr, except for the prologue right here. And I am keeping the charcters from Christopher Paolini's books the same! I'm not changing anything that has happened in his books so far, because I like to keep his original idea there. I only wanted to add more to his story and throw in my own characters in the plot.
This first part is just the prologue, if you hadn't already guessed:P
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Inheritance Cycle or Christopher Paolini's characters. I do own my OC and that's it!
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"The Riders have betrayed us, Aragorn! Quickly, we must get Aowyn to safety!"
A small, young girl was picked up by strong arms and thrown onto a saddle. Her father hurriedly fastened the straps around them both, securing them tightly to the beast beneath them.
"Fly Aragorn!" he shouted above the sounds of screams and fire that crackled through the air.
The mighty creature unfurled its giant wings and lifted them into the air with one thunderous down stroke that rang in the girl's ears.
The child's dark brown hair whipped behind her violently as wind pummeled her face. Her father held her tightly around the waist as the beast they rode dodged oncoming streams of fire and magic attacks.
The girl held tight to a bundle of cloth held to her chest, unwilling to let her father's precious gift underneath the fabric escape her tiny hands. Tears streamed from her eyes and made tracks down her dirt ridden cheeks from the force of the strong headwind. She ducked her head and let it rest between the broad shoulders of the magnificent animal carrying her.
Rest easy, little one. It whispered in her mind, brushing away the feelings of fear and thoughts of falling to her death.
Aragorn, she cried, what's happening? Why are the Riders attacking us?
The black dragon was silent for a moment, before its deep booming voice echoed in her mind. The Forsworn are kiling us all. Galbatorix has doomed the Rider's…forever.
The girl's eyes widened and she looked up at her elf father. His expression was one of anguish and sorrow; covered with ash and dirt. He returned her look with worry and sadness. Aowyn looked away and slowly turned to face forward, looking at the destruction unfolding before her.
The green and beautiful land hundreds of feet below had been transformed into a valley of fire and death. Riders and their dragons plummeted to the earth all around her as they were killed by their old comrades. Dragons emitted fire from deep within their bellies without restraint, igniting the ground below into flames. Aowyn could hear the death words of the ancient language traveling through the air and she pleaded desperately to the gods that they weren't aimed directly at her father.
"Faster, Aragorn!" her father commanded. With a vicious roar, Aragorn thrust himself into the smoke ridden air and climbed further into the sky. Aowyn held on with her life to the black dragon, grasping the precious bundle cradled in her arms closer to her.
They reached the cloud barrier that blanketed the sky in gray, and Aowyn felt the damp coolness of the cloud tickle her face. She could hear her father chanting protective spells in the ancient language behind her, and the air hummed around them. Her father had become breathless from the toll the magic took on his energy, and could almost feel it evaporate from him as the spell was completed.
"Aragorn, we have to land! I can hear them behind us!"
As do I. The dragon answered gravelly. He tucked his wings in and for a moment they hang there, until gravity grasped a hold of the dragon and dragged them down to the earth.
Aowyn could hear the snarls and shouts of the enemy Riders behind them through the roar of the wind in her ears. As they plummeted through the thick clouds, the scorched ground rushed up to meet them in a fiery blaze. Aragorn flared his wings and caught the wind underneath him and slowed, only to tumble across the ground as the impact jarred their bones.
The Riders were not far behind. Aowyn's father unstrapped them both from the saddle and whipped around to face the enemy. He unsheathed his obsidian sword and brandished it, blocking the lightning fast blow that came to meet him just as the other Rider's landed on the ground.
Aragorn shoved Aowyn out of the way with his snout before meeting teeth and claws with another dragon. Aowyn fell to the ground and felt the bundle of cloth slip from her grasp. She could not see her father nor Aragorn through the thick black smoke that curled through the air.
She coughed into her arm and desperately felt along the ground for her father's gift and came into contact with the smooth surface of something round. She blinked through the sting in her eyes and found the white stone lying on the ground just a few distances away from the unfolded cloth that had kept it protected.
Stumbling to her feet she dived for it, trying desperately to hide it in her tunic before one of the Forsworn discovered it. Through the smoke she could hear the clang of swords and snarls of Aragorn and the other dragons. She could not tell who was winning or who had already fallen, but she could only hope that her father had not been severely harmed.
She heard footsteps stumble towards her, and recognized the familiar figure of her father through the haze.
"Aowyn!" he coughed. He was bleeding heavily through his armor and she could not identify where the blood was coming from on his body. He fell to the ground and moaned, holding his side while blood seeped through his fingers.
Aowyn rushed to her father and knelt by his side, clutching the milky white stone in her hands. It seemed so pure and bright in the hell that had become her home. She noticed the fighting in the distance had stopped and found Aragorn coming towards them.
"Aragorn…" her father said, rising painfully to his feet and limping over to his black dragon, resting a hand on the side of his thick neck. "Save her. She will be the last hope Alagaesia has, and we both know of our own fates..."
She heard Aragorn sigh in her mind and he bent his great head towards her.
You are to be the last of the Riders. His voice echoed in her mind. And until they come again, you must not awaken until that moment.
She looked up at her father, wondering what he could be implying. He gave her a sorrowful expression before speaking.
"We love you, Aowyn. Mother loves you and I love you. Never forget that we will hold you in our hearts forever. May the stars watch over you." he said as tears began to spill down the young girls face.
Aragorn bent his snout closer to her, and she could feel the immensity of the power he now drew from deep within him. It stirred and grew until he touched her forehead with the tip of his snout. A bright flash ignited all around her and grew in heat and intensity until it had become every fiber of her being. The brightness extinguished everything around her, until she faded into oblivion.
A/N: So those of you that decided to check this out and read the whole way through, thank you! Please R&R and I really appreciate you checking this out! I would really love if you guys would give me advice and good critique, because I know I definately need it!
Thank you:)