Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the original Inheritance Cycle. I only own the characters I made.
So here's my own version of Book 4. Rider was the best title I could come up with so bare with me. Enjoy!!!
Death,
In a bloody battlefield where men are around being cut down, screaming in pain, what else could be seen? Men were stabbed through the chest before they could even draw one breath. Some struck with arrows before they could even say one word. Belatona was not an easy battle for the Varden, and it was clear: they were fighting a losing battle. The Imperial soldiers had an overwhelming advantage over the rebel soldiers not only by size but also through magic.
How can they defeat us so easily? thought Eragon Shadeslayer as he surveyed the battle below. It was dangerous to be flying high up during a battle, but the Rider had to observe and conclude what to do. Saphira even struggled to dodge the volley of arrows or magic flying towards them at times, regardless of her training.
Eragon! I can't take this anymore, the attacks are increasing, exclaimed Saphira.
I know! I know! Just hold on for one moment.
Saphira let out a sighing-like sound and began to soar again, dodging whatever she could. Eragon continued to figure out a way to weaken the soldiers with little success. There was something that the enemy had that gave them the huge advantage over them, other than the size…but what?
Eragon! Blödhgarm contacted mentally, Galbatorix may have used a spell to make his soldiers stronger then any normal man. Eragon realized he was exactly right.
While fighting below he had seen walls come crumbling down on his men for no absolute reason. Many of his men were seen "flying" in the air before crashing towards the ground. Eragon couldn't believe how obvious the advantage was and yet, he never found what it was. Being much stronger then the soldiers he never noticed their increased strength.
Saphira, I have a plan! Eragon mentally said after devising one.
Yes, I know. I'll do it, but you have to protect me, responded Saphira.
Of course, when do I not?
Well…
Eh…don't answer that. Saphira laughed at his words and began to ascend higher and higher, dangerously close to the walls supporting the levels.
Belatona was architecturally constructed to look like an upside down cone. There ten different levels with guarded by towers fifty feet apart. On the first level an enormous gate guarded the entrance into the coned city where levels exist as well. There the civilians of the city resided in the stone homes. Each level had a number of buildings were stores and military buildings were located. Placed on the top level was an obelisk surrounded by different marble carvings of noble men and women.
Saphira let out a deafening roar and swooped down upon the archers aiming at them. She knocked them off over the wall before they could even release the arrow. Eragon found his chance to jump on to the top level.
Take care of them, Saphira!
She roared, They shall quake under my power! She let out a torrent of flames, burning the soldiers below. Nothing could defeat her.
Eragon looked down towards the ground. Many leagues were placed between the ground and him, but he did not worry about the height. He prepared himself for the mighty energy drain, raised his right hand, and said in a loud voice,
"Hjiela iet elvgrar!" Blind my enemies. (Blind and Enemies were my own words)
In an instant an extremely bright light flashed from his hand, enough to make you flinch but not go blind. An enormous energy drain overcame him and he fell flat on his face. He struggled to crawl towards the edge and saw the soldiers below crashing into the walls. Saphira was continuing to knock them over. With that he smiled, the job is done, he thought and fell into unconsciousness.
Well that's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.
R&R please! If I receive good reviews I will continue the fic.