The Wyrdfel II
Dark Times
Brom
Belatona
King Abernost
Friend Of The Elves
Council of Dragons
War
Last Of The Riders
Vrael
King Galbatorix
Banishing Of The Names
The Varden
Surda
The Witch And The Wizard
First Victory
Weldon
Mad King
Orwin's Regret
Redemption
Search for an Apprentice
Jaerden and Draco
Assassin
Betrayal
Vengeance
The Secret War of Galbatorix and Jaerden
Morzan's Hunt
Over The Next Seventy-Five Years
Secrets of the Dragons
Epilogue
Part 1. Morzan and Selena
Part 2. Brom and Jeod
Chapter 1. Brom
Brom's world had been turned upside down, his Dragon Saphira was dead and Morzan had killed her. "Morzan!" He screamed into the air, three days had pass since the attack. Brom finally stood up and burned Saphira's body. He took his sword and cut his palm. "I vow by my own blood that I shall not rest until I avenge you Saphira… I will tare down everything you do Morzan… You shall know my rage…"
He started walking towards the academy city and as he approached the wall he could see smoke rising up from the city. Parts of the wall had been torn down. When he entered the city many of the houses were either blown apart or burned to the ground. A Dragon lay over the fountain in the city square, the fountain itself had been smashed when the Dragon fell onto it. The Dragons body had numerous cuts and gashes. Brom looked away at the sight of the scavenger birds feasting on the dead Dragon. He walked several more blocks and found another Dragon that had smashed through a house. The most horrific thing was the heads of the riders on poles. Brom fell to his knees breathing heavily and ordering his thoughts.
("You have always been stronger than Morzan…") Saphira's words echoed in his mind. Brom stood up and continued on to the palace. Parts of the Academy were still on fire. "Help me!" Brom ran to a wagon where an Elf lay on his back. "Letta!" He screamed. The wagon was turned over and he knelt beside the Elf.
"Here let me heal you!" Brom said.
"Yo...u cann...ot – A Rider...w...ho...rode...a...Blu...e...Dra...Dragon ...stabbed me with a crystal dagger...I...I...am dying."
Brom sat with the Elf until he passed into the void. He scooped up his body and buried him. Then Brom went to the well and scryed as much of Alagaesia as he could. Two things caught his attention, the evacuation of Gilead and the movements of the riders. He entered the palace and salvaged what he could. Then he went to the docks, fixed a boat and rowed to the shore. From there Brom traveled south to Narda where he demanded to see the King of Narda.
"King Meroth will see you now." The Captain of the Guard said to Brom as he sat in the foyer waiting. The Captain led him to the King's study.
"Brom I have heard your name in conjunction with another Rider."
"Yes Morzan!" Brom said his name as if he had the most disgusting thing in his mouth.
"I am aware of the attack on Vroengard. All of Alagaesia is up in arms."
"Your majesty I need your help. Galbatorix and his followers planned this attack very carefully, but your help I may be able to counter them."
"What do you need?"
"I need gold, weapons, safe houses and volunteers! Men and women I can train as spies. They don't necessarily have to use magic but they must know how to keep secrets and others from entering their minds. I shall train them myself."
"I will help you with what I can, but wouldn't our time be better spent aiding the Riders against these Oathbreakers?"
Brome shook his head, "This is just a safety net encase they win."
"Surely you don't believe that Galbatorix and his Foresworn can defeat the entire order."
"If you had seen what I had seen your majesty – Look I have my reasons. Galbatorix plotted and planned in the shadows and we must fight fire with fire."
The King sighed, "Sir I will help you, but fighting fire with fire leaves everything burned."
So for the next few days Brom plotted and planned his revenge against Morzan and the Foresworn. His first task was to set up a spy network and create caches of weapons throughout the land. It took him three weeks to organize the spies. He worked closely with the king of Narda to move large amounts of gold from one place to another. When he was done all Brom could do now was sit and wait for the Foresworn to make their next move.