A.N.- Hey, do any of you all ever think that Eragon was too much of a pussy to ever even have a chance against Galbatorix? Well, I decided to help him grow a pair and do what is necessary to defeat a guy who killed hundreds of perfectly trained Riders and Dragons who have lived for hundreds of years. That means Galbatorix is one tough motherfucker. That being said, I don't think a pussy could have taken on the bane of the riders such as Eragon did in the four books. I am going to start the series over, with how it should be done in my eyes, and how cold and unrelenting Eragon would have to be to defeat Galbatorix. This story will contain OOCness, rape, lemons, excessive blood, fantasies of killing, and much more extremely dark content. Read at your own risk. Eldunari do not exist in my book. The power is all Galbatorix' own power that he acquired for himself. This story will not start with Eragon as a human in Carvahall. He will be a full elf, but rose by himself in the spine since birth. He only knows language because of Brom, an elf who was good at hiding himself to look like a human, kept Eragon alive in the spine by bringing him food till he could acquire it himself, and taught him the Ancient Language so he could hunt using magic. Will be ExA, but Eragon might not exactly be faithful at first. I own nothing, except for plot.
Prologue
Deep in a place known as "The Spine" to the humans of a land called Alagaesia, there was an unknown phenomenon, the first ever elf to have grown up outside of Du Weldenvarden in over 100 years, since before the Fall of the Riders. He had very angular features, which could be described as beautiful when he wasn't angry. He had a pointy chin, and high, angular cheekbones. He had shaggy brown hair, which looked like it was shaved off by a sharp rock, and it was rather unkempt. He had brown eyes, which were angular as well with flecks of a sapphire blue in them if you look at them in bright sunlight. He had a human-esque muscular build, and was built extremely muscled for an elf. He was rather tall, at six feet one inch. All in all, he was very handsome, but he was very feral looking.
He wore almost nothing, except for a pair of tattered black shorts, and a strip of leather that pulled his hair back and kept the sweat out of his eyes. He also had an elven bow, given to him by his caretaker, and a quiver full of four and twenty arrows that he crafted himself. He also had a small assortment of knives strapped to him, dagger type knives strapped in leather sheaths strapped to the bottom of his forearms, and a large butcher knife strapped to his chest in another leather sheath. He was armed to the teeth.
He walked through the deep forest of the spine, carrying a rather large dear with a slit throat and an arrow through the hips of the doe. It was not that big, but it would be good meat for Eragon to eat. Yes, even though he was an elf, he did eat meat. He had stopped at one point, when he discovered what it felt like to be in an animal's mind and see its life force getting snuffed out as it died, but he realized that if it came to him living, and eating good, or him dying but saving a few dumb deer or rabbits, then he would chose his life over theirs in a heartbeat.
He arrived at camp with the doe, and muttered "brisingr" to start his smoke-warded campfire in preparation for cooking the doe. When it was started and he had thrown some wood in the pit to keep it going, he sat on his tree stump and pulled the deer off his shoulders and into his lap. He was getting hungry, so he quickly started to skin and gut the doe. He finished quickly because of his ten and eight years of practice, and cut the meat into strips which he placed over the fire to cook.
As it was settled and starting to cook, he went off to relieve himself real quick in the large hole he had dung to fashion as a latrine. While he was going, he heard a loud sound, almost like and explosion which was followed but a loud crashing sound. This worried him, sounds like that were never heard around the forest, ever.
He put it away, and sprinted as quickly as he could back to his camp. What he saw shocked him. There, where his fire and meat used to be, was a deep and wide crater. It was definitely caused by magic. In side though, is what fascinated him. It was a sapphire blue stone, with long, white veins running all through it. It was beautiful.
He was scared though, at having never seen something like this before; he was also angry. Angry that something happened to his fire pit, which took him a whole day to make with magic, and his meat which was hard earned from that doe.
He pulled his wrist daggers out of their leather sheaths and crept cautiously towards the stone. When he got close enough, he nudged it with his toe. Nothing happened. He nudged it a second time. Again, nothing happened. So he slipped his daggers back in their sheaths, and carefully picked up the stone. He had no clue why it was there, and it confused him to no end. He decided to go and visit Brom the next day, so Brom could see if he could figure out what it was.
Crack. Crack! CRACK!
Eragon awoke at the last crack, and quickly drew his arm daggers looking for danger. His elven eyesight help him see that he was under no threat of attack, and he then went around his little camp looking for that noise.
Chirp chirp!
Eragon heard the noise (which kind of sounded like a baby bird) to his left. His eyes flew in that direction so fast that his head swam a teensy bit at how fast he looked over there. He was shocked though with what he saw.
It was a tiny, sapphire blue creature. It looked like an exotic reptile, or lizard, except for the fact it had wings. As soon as he saw it, his heart softened a little. He quickly sheathed his daggers and looked to see where it came from.
That's when he saw the stone. Or, more like what was left of it. It was shattered and lay in little shards all around where the baby lizard thing was. He went over to the lizard type thing and looked at it. It barely got itself onto its feet and he thought it looked adorable. He reached down to pet it, and as soon as his hand touched her head, he felt unimaginable pain. He kicked the lizard thing away from him, thinking it had bit him, when he looked at his palm.
Instead of gushing blood from an easily infect able wound, it was a swirl patter that glittered on his palm. It was almost as beautiful as the sapphire lizard bird thing. He looked at it again, and that's when he felt another conscious at the back of his mind. It was kind of like they were connected somehow. He reached out for it again, but this time it didn't sting when he touched it. He then thought to look inside its mind to see if it was hungry or something. He quickly went inside it, and saw that it was indeed. He reached over to his salted meat pack, and pulled some strips out. He fed it slowly.
Then, he decided to check the sex. He picked it up-it screeched in protest-but he couldn't see anything that would give him a hint as to what the sex of the little animal was. He was very confused about it now. All things aside though, he kind of liked the little thing.
He then lay down on the dirt, and covered himself with his tattered blanket. The thing finished its meat quickly when it saw him lying down about to sleep. It then stumbled over to where he was and fluttered its wings to get on top of Eragon's chest. He left it there, and they both drifted into sleep.
He awoke the next morning, hearing the quiet sound of an elf at full sprint running his direction. He sat up quickly and the lizard thing awoke and fell off of him squealing in protest to the sudden movement. He only knew of one other elf besides him, and that was Brom. He turned around to speak to him when Brom crashed into his camp with a red face.
"Hello there, Brom" Eragon spoke to the old elf in the ancient language.
"Eragon, there is no time for pleasantries we must leave. It is not safe. Gather your stuff with ha-" Brom stopped suddenly, looking down at the sapphire reptile thing and spoke again "Where and when did you get that dragon boy!? Show me your hand!" Brom exclaimed, appearing slightly excited and eager at the sight of the little reptile.
"A dragon? Brom, you told me there was no more? I thought you said only the king," He spat after that word, "Had one? And why is it not safe? What is happening?" Eragon question his friend and –when he was younger- caretaker.
"The king," He spat at the word as well, "Found out the egg hatched and sent The Ra'zac to capture the new dragon rider, which you have turned out to be. I didn't know about it until the ra'zac questioned me, but I knew it must have something to do with you for you always seem to draw trouble to yourself. Now boy, grab your things! We must go with haste!" Brom exclaimed while he ran over to the little dragon.
"Alright Brom," Eragon said trusting the other man, "But where shall we go? I will definitely not go to the king, and I am obviously not human, nor can I speak common, so we can't go to cities, and there is nowhere else to go besides there." Eragon questioned.
"Eragon, just trust me okay? I am trying to save you and your dragon, so can you please get your stuff, and we can talk on the way there. I promise I will answer all of your questions when we are on the road. I will also teach you common so you can use magic to make you look human and you can go inside towns and villages for supplies then, okay?" Brom asked Eragon.
"Alright Brom." Eragon confirmed and turned away to pack up his belongings. He packed his fresh salted meat, and his water skein, and his elven bow, and all of his knives. He was ready in less than three minutes.
"I am ready Brom." Eragon declared as the old elf had finished cutting a hole for the dragons head in a leather sack and shutting it inside of the sack with only its head poking out as he strapped it to his back.
"Then let us go." Brom stated. "Wait no! I have to give you something first!" With that, Brom sprinted back in the direction of his cabin yelling at Eragon verbally and mentally to wait where he was at.
Brom came back about three minutes later with a plain leather scabbard, and a wine red blade in his hands. He slid the blade into the scabbard, when he realized the blade had an ornate ruby on the hilt. He then saw the rune on the blade. Zar'roc. Misery. Eragon was impressed.
Brom handed him the blade hilt first, and Eragon took it gratefully. He had a question though.
"Why are you giving me this? I have no sword training and this blade is obviously very valuable, so why would I need it?"
"You have no sword training yet." Brom corrected, "and it is a rider's blade. Seeing as you are now a rider, you deserve it much more than me." Brom finished. "Now, no more questions, feed your dragon a meat strip quick before we go, then we leave immediately."
He pulled out a strip of the venison and tossed it at the dragon which munched it down happily. He felt love and satisfaction flowing like water across their newfound link.
Hey Everybody! How do you like the first chapter? I know it wasn't dark yet, but that will come. Next chapter should be up tomorrow or the day after. BTW I am sorry to say that I am not going to write my other story anymore. I can't think of anything to write about it, and I just realized it is pointless to write about it if you can barely get one-thousand words a chapter before editing. Besides that though, give me a review what you think please, but if you don't, then whatever. I will also put a poll up to see if you think I should have Murtagh be in this or not. I can probably fit him in somehow, but I am not sure how. If you want it though, I will be blessed to oblige! So please review with thoughts, questions, comments, or concerns, and I will try to either have the next one up later today, tomorrow (most likely), or early Saturday. Thank y'all!