Galbatorix slammed his fists into the side of his throne.
"What do you mean Feinster has been conquered?!"
"Si-sir Your troops didn't make it in time. They already took it over and your troops were no match for the Varden armed with a castle."
"Don't tell me what my troops can't handle!" With that he said a spell and killed the servant.
"Take away the body. The smell sickens me." Two servants came over and dragged the body away. Another servant came bearing more news.
"What is it? It better be good..."
"Your majesty, we have heard rumors about Dragonslayers from nomads and merchants that come from the East. "
"Dragonslayers? I want that dragon captured not killed!"
"Your majesty, they can do that as well. Capture dragons; slay them, anything that has to do with dragons. It is their specialty."
Galbatorix's ears perked up.
"Capture them eh? I want all my spies to be on full alert. Find out anything about Dragonslayers. When you do offer them anything they want. Gold, silver, land, power. Anything! Go!"
"Yes, your majesty." The servant left the room.
One months later…
The villagers are spreading the word. The word that the King is seeking any Dragonslayers that are out there. The word eventually reached the Varden, who were moving north to capture Belatona. Eragon, outraged, was having a meeting with Nasuda.
"What?! There are actually Dragonslayers out there? If they even lay one finger on Saphira I swear in Ancient language I will-"
"Calm down Eragon. I have sent word for the Varden to find the Dragonslayers. If we get to them before Galbatorix does, we might have a chance to use them against him."
"But-"
"Look at it this way. He's desperate, Eragon. He is looking for help to bring down the Varden. He is realizing that we aren't just an annoying pest buzzing around his head. He's calling for help. Now get a good night rest. We lost many men, they need their rest and so do you, Eragon Shadeslayer."
"Of course, my lady."
In the villages…
Inside a local tavern called the Dancing Pony.
A sign by the doorway says,
"Recruiting Dragonslayers! This is a hard job so all you wimps out there don't even think about joining. The pay is poor. You have to fight in many battles and if you fail… You're now lunch to a 1000 year old dragon."
Inside the tavern a villager suddenly stood up.
"Ok, this has goen far enough! Teh Varden will become more than a pest to our great king. I have a proposal, I need three brave men to join me on a quest to teh Varden. We'll go in, capture Saphira and bring her back to Galbatorix. I will pay a handsome amount of gold to anyone who joins me. I'll be in teh back room." After saying that he left...
A few people murmered and said somthing about he drinking to much beer but a few young people went to find him.
"I want to join!"
"What's your name, how old are you, and do you have a family?"
"I'm Erik, I'm sixte-."
"Too young, next!"
"Hi, i'm Gorn and I'm thirty two. I have no family for they have been slaughtered by the Varden.
"Poor lad, alright, your'e in! Next!"
"Hey, I'm Roger, I'm twenty two and I'm not married."
"Do you have a child hood sweet heart?"
"No."
"Eh... All rigth, you're in. Next!"
The cloaked stranger saw this was his chance so he ran ahead toward the old man.
"I'm Dachanti, I'm 26 and i travel alone."
"Err. Weird name you got there, not from around here i suppose?"
"No."
"Tell me, why does a young lad like you want to join me in this quest?'
"Because you need a guide and somone who can save your ass. I'll guarantee you that I can get you there in under a week."
"Hmm, really? Ok then. You're in. I'm sorry folks all three positions have been filled up. We move out at dawn."
The week was hell. He lead them through blinding blizzards, massive sandstorms, and fought through craetures from hell.
"Are we ever goign to get there?! This past week, you've been leading us through the harshest conditions known to man. How do we know we can trust you?"
"You can, because we're there."
A scout was approachign toward them on a horse.
"Oy there! Are you theh Varden!?"
"We may be, we may not, why do you want to know?
"We're lookig for the Varden. We're here to join them for the empire has destroyed my village, I seek vengence!"
"You must be checked first by a mage."
The group whispered to each other.
"Oh no! What do we do? We can't get passed the mage!"
"Well, I can." Said Dachanti.
"Can you block our minds?"
"No, my skill is not that strong. I can only fend for myself."
A few minutes later the three were arrested except for Dachanti. He fed them a story where he was a retired general who was betrayed by his king and seeks vengence.
The next day a crowd was gathering in the courtyard. People were cheering and shedding tears of joy.
Hmm. What could be going on?
The Dragonslayer walked over to the crowd. He looked and saw Eragon Shadeslayer and Saphira. A dragon tattoo on his arm began to glow and a searing hot pain ran up his arm. He dug his fingers into his arm hoping no one would see. He ran to a dark corner and waited. The mark turned from red to blue.
Good. This isn't the one.
The urge to draw his blade and slay the dragon on that spot faded away…
Eragon sensing something looked into the crowd to find whatever was causing the disturbance. There was too many.
What is troubling your mind your mind little one?
I felt something in the crowd… Something powerful.
Really? For I did not feel anything, talk to Angela about this.
Ok.
That afternoon, Eragon went to Angela's room to discuss what Eragon had felt. When Eragon told her of this, her face was grim.
"What you felt was the leader of the Order. The Order is a group of Dragonslayers. These are no simple men with swords. Their weapons are made of Dragonbane. A type of ore that will cut the thickest hide and cannot be healed by magic. The sword doesn't just affect the dragon, it affects the rider of the dragon as well. In order to join the Order you must possess the skills of a highly trained warrior, the accuracy of a ranger, and the magic of a wizard. What his purpose here, I do not know but I do know one thing. You are on dangerous grounds here, Eragon. Tread carefully."
Eragon armed with this warning seeks Nasuda to find this Dragonslayer for he knew his dragon's life might depend on it.
A/N: ... I hate myslef and my writing... Help! I need help! Huge writer's block!
