This fanfic is a satirical trollfic about Eragon literally becoming Hitler in the Inheritance Cycle universe. There will be lots of racism, speciesism, widespread use of propaganda and dictatorial control to further Eragon's newfound ideology, and lots of blood and fucked-up stuff.
Though this book series is utter shit (plagiarized, creepy thoughts, retcons, Eragon and Saphira are war criminals, you name it), I was recently reading Eragon x Saphira fanfics (ideas for some future story) when I thought about this incredible-yet-crazy idea.
I will not care about trivial spelling errors.
This is only a joke though, so do NOT take this trollfic seriously.
Eragon woke up from his deep slumber, reminiscing about the time Galbatorix committed suicide. Before he talked to Arya in the middle of that one desert as they watched Firnen rail Saphira, he at the request of Nasuada will need embark on a journey to the east aboard a ship to create a new colony of dragon-riders.
For the rest of his life.
He is forced to go far from his beloved homeland as it will shrink in size, with that little shit King Orrin taking a large chunk of the southern area as his people of Surda and the Urgals continue to take over the nation he was born and raised in.
He rose next to the crook of Saphira's neck. He looked at her as she was sleeping soundly on the deck on the giant ship.
"Stupid whore." Eragon muttered under his breath.
Since his dragon cannot hear his thoughts as she slept, he now had the opportunity to personally think what he is going to do about the upcoming future.
Nasuada will definitely be a horrible leader.
Arya is soon to become an enemy against the people of Alagaesia as she is going to become the queen of the elves in Du Weldenvarden, the northern forested territory to the northwest of his country. The elves and the humans never had a good ongoing relationship with each other. In fact, he saw those elves mercilessly slaughter all those soldiers forced to serve under Galbatorix, as there was no point to kill since they have surrendered. He remembered Arya looking down upon his people because they were mortal, dumb, and inferior in many other ways in comparison to the elven race.
He knows that his people of Alagaesia is superior against them.
After ending the dictatorship of King Galbatorix, Eragon had a strong dislike of monarchy, and suddenly realized that Nasuada inherited her high position of power from her father without any previous political experience.
How clever of her, but not for long.
He went to Murtaugh right after the last battle to talk to him one-on-one a fair distance away from the battlefield. Murtaugh said that as the new leader of the Dragonriders, Eragon should know the name of the Ancient language.
Pronouncing the syllables slowly with pauses in between, Murtaugh gave him the name without activating it.
Then he and Thorn took off north.
Eragon gave a sinister smile and used the word of power against them. Thorn fell down and Murtaugh jumped out of the saddle he was on. Before he had any time to react, Eragon crushed his neck with his hand and drove his sword into Murtaugh's head. He then turned to a frozen Thorn, jumped up onto his muzzle, and pierced his sword into his widened eye, just like Arya did with Sruikan. He pushed his arm as far as he can into Thorn's brain and twisted it around, making sure he deals enough damage to the target. Eragon then pulled out and jumped off before Thorn collapsed to the ground. He used Brisinger (the name of his sword) to light both of their bodies on fire in order to hide their deaths. Eragon's blade was drenched in the blood of both the Rider and the dragon, and wiped it clean with a cloth. He made a sinister smile again as he watched both bodies burn, with smoke tangling upwards to the sky, and quickly walked back to the battlefield where the others were.
"Now I am the only one who knows the word." Eragon muttered quietly to himself, making sure no one saw him out here as he meandered back.
The Eldunari Galbatorix once had is now given to Eragon, where he is to keep all of them along with the ones he and Spahira found from Vroengard in a concealed space just behind his neck.
He remembered Saphira talking about how she ate a dozen of Galbatorix's soldiers.
"Ha! They begged for mercy, but I just chewed them up!" She triumphantly said, just before the next battle. For the rest of the war, her bloodlust expanded, and she began to eat many more people.
Eragon never forgave her for that.
He had a revelation. If Saphira mated with another dragon and had eggs, there will be many more dragons who will like to eat people.
They would burn, eat, and terrorize the people of Alagaesia.
After he and her found out that there is a large vault of eggs in Vroengard, that revelation worried him even more, since there are many more dragons who will come out and become vicious magical fire-breathing immortal beasts against his race.
Shit.
As the war ended, Eragon and Saphira will need to go east to establish a new area for incoming Dragonriders. He agreed, but deep down, he is just going to just be a caregiver to more of those dragons. He realized that from raising Saphira, she turned out to be some evil beast, so raising any other dragons will definitely have similar results.
They will feast on us until we are no more.
He stepped away and turned to look at Saphira again.
Hopefully she is not pregnant.
Galbatorix once said to him that there was a reason why he took out those Dragonriders.
"They are more wicked than you think, Eragon." He said from his seat in the throne room of Alagaesia's capital city. "I despised them, and soon you will despise yourself too. It is not of a matter if I am evil or not, but how correct my words are."
At that time though, Eragon quickly dismissed him and began to fight him.
Now, he despised himself, he despised his dragon, and despised his new job description.
"I will change everything." He whispered to himself.
He then opened the concealed space behind his neck, went inside it, and forced all the Eldunari to submit to him. They were in a vulnerable position, and he is able to counter any powerful magic they tried to place against him as he was currently holding onto Niernen, a barbed green lance given to him after he found and kept it right after the last battle, which made him immune to any magic placed against him.
"What are you doing, Eragon!?" Glaedr shouted as the human touched and mentally probed into him.
"Making revenge, my little gem." Eragon sneered as he began torturing/mindraping the dragon.
He now had all the power he needed to go forth with the plan he devised a fortnight ago. Not only that, but Eragon also forced those Eldunari to submit as a means of revenge for the people of Alagaesia.
"Like I wanted to further your race, anyways." He said.
He gave orders to the Eldunari to act naturally so that Saphira would not become suspicious as he stepped out of the open space and closed it, the invisible dimension going back to its former position.
"What are you doing, Eragon?" Said a voice behind him.
Eragon turned around to see a male elf glaring at him. He is one of 12 surprisingly strong elves who aided the Varden (the rebel group against Galbatorix's empire), and now is tasked to help Eragon build a new colony of Dragonriders.
"Oh, nothing." Said Eragon.
The elf looked down to see him holding the green lance.
"Then why were you holding Niernen after you stepped out of…"
Eragon shouted out the word of power/name of the Ancient Language, activating its ability. The elf in front of him froze as the word echoed and disappeared from his mind (as the people who hear the word in activation will instantly forget it and are unable to use it against the user).
Eragon took out his sword with his left hand in an ice-pick grip and quickly decapitated the elf. Blood sprayed out of the neck and splattered onto the wooden deck of the ship.
He felt Saphira's consciousness as she woke up from the smell of blood.
Eragon, what's happening? She said, her neck rising up.
He quickly turned around and charged towards her heart with Niernen. He pierced the target as he heard a deafening, wailing scream from her mouth. He used the word of power to prevent her from attacking him as he pulled the lance out of her chest. Her life-blood erupted from the deep gaping hole he produced. In a blur, he stabbed her chest again.
And again.
And again.
ERAGON! WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! Saphira screamed as the red fluid and pieces of her organs spilled out of her plural cavity.
"Because you tormented my people for far too long. Even when they begged you not to kill them!" Eragon shouted. "How can you call yourself noble, you stupid bitch!"
Tears poured out of her eyes as Eragon dropped Niernen and dove a hand into her cavity, pulling out a blue gemstone-like object.
No… please no… Eragon. Pleaded Saphira, her breath becoming misty red.
Eragon held up her blood-soaked Eldunari and began to mentally torture her.
"Submit to me." Said Eragon.
You are just like Galbatorix. Said Saphira, sobbing.
I am smarter and better than Galbatorix. Eragon said mentally to her. Your race has plagued humanity for far too long, now it is time for us to take this world back.
She languished from the agony, wanting it to end.
…
Fine. She finally said, empty and brokenhearted, giving herself up.
Eragon smiled insidiously and healed her, her chest and organs regenerating back to their former state, and the pool of blood underneath her creeped back into her body. He placed her Elunari into the concealed space behind his neck, closed it, and walked towards her hind legs.
"Okay, first, infertility." Said Eragon. "No more hatchlings for you, my dear."
He felt Saphira's ovaries in the deep depths of her nether regions as he picked up the bloody lance, positioning it and piercing into the right side of her lower abdomen, then her left side.
He healed her wounds, but he left the smashed ovaries alone.
Saphira whimpered as she knew she had no chance of offspring anymore. She cried silently as Eragon strolled away from her in search of the 11 other elves aboard the ship. He killed all of them and dumped their cut-up bodies, disembodied arms, legs, and heads off the boat.
He ordered a crumpled Saphira to smash all of the several dozen eggs within the lower decks of the ship they found from Vroengard. The Eldunari and her begged him not to do this, but he wordlessly refused. He ordered Saphira to burn open a hole in the ship to expose the eggs, so she has the room down there to directly destroy them. Saphira's tears dribbled down her neck as she pounced down on each one with her front paws, breaking each one open to see a somewhat-scaly pink embryo with paper-thin wings before they were smashed into an unrecognizable meaty pulp.
After all the dragon eggs were no more, Eragon gathered his belongings, some water and food, and put them into bags attached to Saphira's saddle. He tied Niernen onto the side of the saddle and grabbed his sword. He leaped from the deck onto the edge of the shoreline a bit ahead of the still slowly moving ship. He looked at his own reflection in the water.
He saw an elvish-looking version of himself. He brought a hand up to one of his ears and touched the pointy tip. He then grabbed the piece of flesh and sawed it off with his blade. It stung, but it also felt good to be human again. He did the same with the other ear, and healed both of them, resembling rounded ears once again. He looked at his reflection again and saw his face was a little-slanted looking, so with some intricate magic, he looked more of his previous self, though relatively more adult-like than before. Eragon jumped back onto the ship (with magic) and climbed onto the saddle tied to Saphira's back and shoulders.
"Burn down the ship and take me to Uru'Baen." Eragon solemnly commanded.
She flew upwards gracefully as she burned down the ship with her fiery blue breath, then flew westward.