Meltdown
Eragon sat in Carvahall, talking to Brom. Brom seemed distraught over some nightmare he had.
"And you said Gold Dragons came from nowhere?" Eragon asked in disbelief. Brom went on about his dream. In the dream there was war between two groups of people that flung magic around, reckless if it drained them to death.
"Multitudes, Eragon," Brom frowned before he took a sip from his mug. "The thing is that they were all of the same color – gold. They were fighting with people in elegant towers. The sky went red and this fleet of Red Dragons showed up. The entirety of the Dragons was without riders it seemed and they showed no intelligence save that of common beasts."
Eragon just shook his head, swearing softly. "That was some dream, Brom." Brom snorted and finished his mug of drink. Suddenly, outside the Inn of Carvahall, there arose a commotion.
"He's gone crazy!" horst's voice rang out. "The king must have gotten to him!"
Another voice rang out, joining Horst's voice.
"Look, he wears the colors of a Shade!"
A cold feeling formed in Eragon's gut as Brom and he made their way quietly towards the open door of the Inn. Brom poked his head back and Eragon was about to do the same. Brom ducked back quickly, accidentally ramming the back of his head into Eragon's face, making him see stars.
"Get back, boy!" Brom snarled. Eragon could hear and see Brom's fear. Coldness speared his insides again at the drawn and suddenly white pallor of Brom.
"What's wrong?"
Brom shushed him with a sudden wave of his arm and Eragon fell quiet. He peeked outside to see Empire Soldiers and some villagers standing in the middle of Carvahall.
Eragon, what's wrong? It was Saphira, concerned from the fear from the two men.
Saphira, do not land yet. Something is going on and Brom seems actually scared. Eragon looked at Brom who was still eyeing the scene. Eragon still couldn't see what he did.
"That's impossible," Brom breathed, almost whimpering. "Galbatorix has gone too far this time!" He rounded on Eragon. "Eragon, hand me my hooded cape. We have to investigate this closer – in the same of the Varden." Eragon obliged and soon the duo was standing in the center of Carvahall. Brom's hood was so large that it obscured part of his face just enough so that he wouldn't be recognized.
All of the commotion was centered on a man. "Stand back, all of you!" The man yelled, sounding nearly insane. This man was decked out in a black dress robe. The neckpiece was streamlined and a red cape that resembled a robe in itself hung down, even halfway covering the man's arms. "The Empire of Izmer will rein judgment down upon you all!"
The harsh voice roared out. The man held a furious look as he screamed in his rage, but Eragon paid that no mind. In fact, when he saw the man's face, he knew it was part of the King's newest devilry!
The man's face was Brom's!