Disclaimer:I do not own any characters found in this story. This chapter begins at the same time of the corresponding title in Eldest, yet the events are different and any following chapters do not follow the same path as the books
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Chapter 1: Inheritance
"Murtagh?" asked Eragon, dazed by the events that had just occurred.
"Yes, Eragon. I have returned. And now it is my duty to take you before Galbatorix himself. He has given me another chance, after I escaped his clutched last time."
"What!" exclaimed Eragon, spring up at Murtagh, with his last remaining strength. Murtagh murmured under his breath and Shadeslayer crumpled at his feet, unable to resist the dark magics that bound him to the ground. Drawing the last remaining energy from the belt and Zar'rocs ruby, he transmitted a message to Saphira. Help me.
"Now Eragon, you will listen to me, and you will not try pathetic tricks that will not help you. Say for example…contacting your dragon." Murtagh paused and glowered at the helpless boy that lay in front of him. "Saphira. Do not try to get in the way or I will have to immobilise you." Regardless of this, Saphira bellowed out her wings, forcing Murtagh to reach into his overwhelming supply of power and with one word- Risa – Saphira was arrested in mid-air.
"Eh" said Eragon, confused by what has happened. "How are you able to halt a dragon in midair?"
"Ah, it is one of the many secrets that have been divulged to me by Galbatorix."
"They should remain a secret, if they hold such power, and what are you going to do with us…Bore us to death?"
"No, the king wants you alive. It is not evil, that he strives for; it is a vision of hope. He wants to rebuild the riders, and for that to occur, your survival is necessary. He needs Saphira. She is the only female dragon left in existence. Therefore you are lucky. The bonds that links rider with dragon is immense, and if you die, it can take such a toll upon the other, that their death is inevitable. Either by shock or suicide. The only person ever to survive is Galbatorix, and he gained another dragon.
"Now do you see Eragon? Galbatorix is good, only the Varden are too blind to see it."
"No. Murtagh you cant do this. Why? Let us go." Stammered Eragon, panic rising through him faster than a bullet out of a gun.
"I can do it and I must." Murtagh looked down at his sword and let out a sigh, echoed by thorn, sending out a plume of smoke into the sky."You will be taken before Galbatorix or I will face severe punishment. I swore oaths to the king that I would serve him when thorn hatched. I originally resisted touching the egg, but the prison guard kept placing them in awkward places around my cell. When I touched it, it hatched the next day. I had no choice in the matter. He knows who I truly am. I am Morzan's son, as are you."
"No!" screamed Eragon, "I am not", yet deep down inside him, he could tell that Murtagh was not lying. Memories of his earlier childhood floated to the surface of his mind, ones which until now, had never been seen before. One picture in particular that invaded his consciousness was of his mother looking down on him, his older brother- Murtagh- peeping over her shoulder.
"I will take my sword back now little brother. Soon we shall be friends again" Bending down, Murtagh plucked eragons fingers back and snatched misery from eragon laughing a mirthless laugh that grated against Eragon, like fingers down a blackboard. "You will respect me again Eragon"
"I wont...
"No…
"…No…
"…" Eragon slipped from his consciousness and knew no more.
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