Ok guys another one shot yes another Eragon/Arya but Arya admits her feelings when all seems lost when the tides are about to change.
It was dark in the large room with belonged to Eragon, Zar'roc sat on the desk unsheathed, Murtagh had been slain by Eragon earlier that day in battle he went to his room straight after not talking to anyone. Eragon stared had what was rightly his now as the oldest son of Morzan although it sickened him it was true it now belonged to him, the very blade that slew many riders and dragons alike, countless lives where ended on that sword, and now it sat on his desk.
Its blade the colour blood how fitting for a blade that has caused so much pain to so many, the ruby stone set in the pommel of the sword death was all he saw, he wanted to do with Zar'roc was to destroy it but no riders blade can be broken. Eragon cursed Galbatorix if he hadn't have turned against the riders the fall would not have happened this war they where fighting would not be.
"Eragon ……Eragon" Eragon looked up and around for the voice he couldn't see anything then he looked back to Zar'roc, was he going mad, he was hearing things he stood to leave when he heard another sound.
"Eragon, do not leave, sit and listen" Eragon turned to look at Zar'roc it was still, no different from another blade, he called out.
"Who are you" Eragon sat back on his bed and waited.
"I am Zar'roc, no you are not going mad, I hold the memories of things past and things to come, maybe you will listen as your brother murtagh did" Eragon now really thought he had lost his mind but the sword or voice was about to say something of importance maybe he could learn more.
"Good Eragon, I see you took what is rightfully yours, me, why do you serve these Varden people" Eragon walked over to Zar'roc and picked it up slowly.
"I serve them because its right, because I must kill the king" Eragon spoke he recognised the voice it sounded like Murtagh's only more darker and sinister. It dawned on Eragon suddenly …. Morzan …. He threw the sword in anger, is imbedded into the stone wall of his room.
"Yes Eragon I am Morzan well rather his memories, I have seen so many things Eragon, as for serving the Varden think what you've lost. Brom, Murtagh, garrow you've even been scarred in the battle with Durza though it may be healed now, it lingers on" Morzan's voice echoed through Eragon's mind. Anger flooded Eragon what the sword was saying had a point but its evil was trying to tame him.
"No Brom was killed by Raz'zac, garrow the same, Murtagh was killed by me after been taken to the empire, none of this is the Varden's fault" Eragon replied hotly, Morzan was getting to him, playing wit his mind.
"Brom was a part of the Varden he died trying to get you there, that's a fault of the Varden, again garrow died because the egg hatched for you carry by Arya who is in the Varden, another fault of the Varden. Murtagh was slain by your hand yes but you fought for the Varden and they attacked the empire, they attacked so forced you to kill your brother, Eragon it's the Varden's fault not the empires" Morzan said to Eragon, it was true Morzan was telling the truth.
"You know I'm right Eragon, use me and killed each and everyone of the Varden, the elves and the dwarfs, kill them Eragon use your rage use it, make them pay for what they have done to you" Morzan yelled in his mind he was winning and he knew it, he just needed to push a little more to crack him.
"No they didn't, this is you trying to twist things, trying to get me to serve the king I will never do it, you cannot bend my will" Eragon shouted back, trying to rid his mind of Morzan and his evil ranting. Tears where stinging his eyes.
"My legacy will live on Eragon, murtagh was weak just like you, your mother Selena she deserved her fate she was a cheap whore, oh I did enjoy messing with her she was weak just like you, I cant believe I sired such weak children, the worse is you, at least murtagh killed who he was meant to, your just a weak minded fool" Morzan shouted in Eragon's mind, he fell to his knees, he let tears fall for his mother who he never knew he let them fall for all those who lost there lives in the war.
"Tears show weakness boy, pull yourself together and take death to those who deserve it, kill all of the Varden" Morzan finished waiting for Eragon to grasp his Sword, Eragon stood and reached for the hilt of Zar'roc his eyes clouded with tears and rage. There was a knock at his door.
"Just take the sword boy, you are strong you can fight and destroy the Varden now" Morzan's voice said urging Eragon to take the blade. The door opened, Arya stood there watching Eragon's tear clouded eyes and then saw his hand reaching for Zar'roc.
"Eragon, what are you doing" Arya said but she shuddered when she saw the hate in his eyes, she walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him.
"Eragon, stop what's wrong tell me" Arya shook Eragon again he turned to her and pushed her against the wall.
"This is your fault, all of you all the death, troubles I've seen and been through its all your fault, I'm going to end this now, if it wasn't for the Varden, Garrow and Brom would be alive and so would Murtagh" Eragon said with nothing but hate, he pushed her into the corridor and pulled Zar'roc from the wall.
"Yes that's it boy kill her and everyone" Morzan laughed in his mind, Arya got up and drew her sword but it was knocked aside without a chance to defend her self. Suddenly soldiers had surrounded Eragon spears pointed at his neck he herd the strings of bows being pulled back.
"Eragon don't listen to it block him out" Eragon herd someone say he didn't listen he stuck out but before his blow landed, a whistle in the air was heard then Eragon felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He looked to see an arrow imbedded into his chest, his vision blurred and slowly he fell down all went black.
Is Eragon dead what will happen? Wait and see next chapter