Okay so I'm new to this. You are about to witness the very first story I've ever posted. You should be proud of yourself! Well, unfortunately, I don't own any of the characters of Eragon, but I totally wish I did!
This is a one shot. Let me know if you want me to make a sequel or something.
It was dark.
Not the dark that Eragon found comfort in back at home with Garrow. No, that was long gone. It was that cold biting dark that claimed lives in their sleep. That hollow abyss that clawed at the remaining scraps of sanity Eragon had managed to maintain over the past few months. The type of darkness that was slowly creeping into his heart; enveloping all of his innermost thoughts and emotions until he no longer could think for himself. This is the extreme darkness that can only be found in one place. The heart of Du Weldenvarden. The same woods that have claimed many lives and shelter the elves from Galbatorix's rule. Eragon reaches out with his mind to try and find Saphira.
What was that?
The rustle of dry leaves against the dew covered ground fills Eragon's ears.
Saphira! I need you!
Out of the trees that hid Eragon from the many dangers of the forest, came a figure. It was a man's figure. He wasn't much taller than Eragon, and by the looks of it, not much older.
Wait.
He'd seen that face before. Many years ago it seemed. Where was it from? As he pondered this, the figure started moving closer, then finally said, "Hello stranger," a broad smile stretched across the man's face. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
Murtagh!
Saphira, Murtagh's here.
I'm on my way. Don't move; this time I MEAN IT.
Okay.
"Cat got you tongue, or should I say, Dragon?" questioned Murtagh.
"That's none of your business," spat Eragon. "If I were you, I'd be on my way. I narrowly escaped from some warriors in Kirtan about three days ago. I've talked to Saphira and she says they're a good ten leagues away but could catch me unless I was careful. So when I heard you following me I hid."
"There's no need to hide from me anymore. If I were you I'd curse myself for even talking to me right now. If Galbatorix finds you he'll pick your brain until you're nothing but an empty carcass. He'll kill you a little bit later though." Said Murtagh.
"What's the big deal with you and Galbatorix, if anything he's going to want me more than you. He sent a whole army of Urgals and Kulls to Farthen Dur to kill me. You just happened to be traveling with me when he sent them." Stated Eragon.
"He found out about how I turned against him and is killing anyone who's affiliated themselves with me from the time I escaped until now. Not only are you a Rider who's against him, but you helped me get away from him. Unless you change your ways and join forces with him, you're better off dead." Informed Murtagh.
Eragon! They're coming! Run!
The sounds of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance along with the enthusiastic battle cries of the warriors.
"We've got to get out of here." Eragon warned as Saphira landed in the clearing. He was strapping himself into the saddle when he noticed Murtagh hadn't moved at all. "Are you coming or not?" asked Eragon quickly.
"Oh right, sorry. I was trying to call Tornac. He was hiding in a thicket over there, but refuses to come out. Why don't you coax him out with a little of that magic of yours?" grinned Murtagh almost too wide.
Seeing this Eragon said, "I don't think that's a good idea. I need to conserve my energy. Just walk over and get him. What ever you do make it fast, they're getting closer."
Murtagh yanked the horse out of the clump of forest vegetation and mounted him. Then they were off with Eragon and Saphira flying overhead Murtagh and Tornac. Suddenly, a huge saddle appeared on the ground next to Saphira's. If Eragon wasn't mistaken it looked A LOT like the shadow of another dragon. He looked up and his worst fears suddenly came true. Hovering above them was another dragon. It's scales sparkled red like a fresh drop of blood. It's wings, when spread all the way out, were two times the size of Saphira's.
Saphira, if I've ever needed you at all within the time I've been your Rider, it's right now. I need you to fly, as fast as you can, to Ellesmera. Carry us as fast as your wings will carry us.
What about Murtagh?
I'll tell him where we're going. He's a noble warrior and he'll make it out with minimal damage… I hope. Either way, he'll get to Ellesmera and we'll care for him there.
You think it wise to trust the man who tried to have you killed with the location of the Elvin village that has so masterfully managed to keep it's whereabouts concealed for so long? I respect your choice, but only if you make the right one.
Are you saying you don't trust Murtagh? His life was being threatened by the most powerful man in Alagasia,Saphira.If I were in that position I would have tried to kill me too. Galbatorix knows torture rituals that are worse than death itself.
If he's such a great warrior then he should be able to fight his way out and catch up!
I'm done arguing. We have to make a plan before-
What was going on? Eragon's vision was darkening and he felt the familiar pain of someone entering his mind, but he couldn't fight it. He felt as though he was going to be sick. Laughter filled his head, a sick, evil laughter, like that of the Shade, entered his mind and ravenously tore at his every thought. He saw himself spiraling to wards the earth. The closer he got to the ground, the louder the laughter grew. Finally it all stopped. All was quiet. He was still diving to wards the ground, but in slow motion. He looked closer and saw the mounted figure he knew to be Murtagh laughing hysterically.
He was the one messing with Eragon's mind. Before he could try to relay that to Saphira he was overcome by a wave of confusion then a searing wave of pain. Eragon didn't know what was happening. A tidal wave of what seemed to be cold air or water, he couldn't decipher, rushed over him. And then:
It was dark.