Hello peeps! (Grins) I'm sango-rox, this is my first Eragon fanfic. As most of you probably don't know, it is my duty in the world of fanfiction to put the wildest couples and stories together. So now, I give you Fight or Flight, an Eragon/Digimon crossover!
Try not to kill me when I put the main couple together.
In this story, all the characters of Eragon are here, along with a few Digimon peeps; Mimi and Rika are the main characters alongside Eragon, Sora will also be in at first, and Henry comes in later.
R&R pls!
Prolouge: Words of Legends
The night was cold and still. The stars winked overhead. A shroud of mist hung over the ground as the blinding white figures of three horses trotted into view, all carrying a rider with them.
The first that came into the clearing was bearing a silver-haired, thin-limbed man, who was singing softly to the deep green woods surrounding him. The last traveler in the line was pale, thin as the first, staring anxiously around the forest surrounding him. In the center of these two was a fair, raven-haired woman, whom was staring in a trance, her green eyes slightly out of focus as she listen to the sound of her first companion's voice.
Strapped to her horse were three lumpy, wool pouches, each about the size of her steed's head. All three were giving off a slight translucent glow, visible only in the midst of a dark background.
The male elf at the back stopped darting his eyes around at the trees and sped his horse up, so that he was beside the lady elf. She stopped staring into the distance and looked him in the eyes.
"What is wrong?"
"It's the eggs. They are glowing again."
The lady elf halted her horse suddenly, as did he. The elf in the front ceased singing and whirled his own mare round.
"So they are. This has happened every time we pass through this far edge of Du Weldenvarden… but there is no town, elf nor human, anywhere near…"
"Who do you think they could be glowing for at such a distance?" Whispered the silver-haired man. "Whomever they are, they must have very powerful magic and potential-"
"Or a very powerful ancestry. An ancestry that of the riders." Implored the third companion. The lady sighed.
"For the last time, Faolin, Vrael's daughters were killed 15 years ago by the Ra'zac. There is no way possible it could be them."
"Mimiru and Rikaru were of noble blood, no doubt they might have had friends to save them." Argued Faolin. "And furthermore, I refuse to believe they are dead. If they are, that means the last line of the Digidestines is… is…"
Faolin could not finish. Glenwing, the third rider, bowed his head in respect.
"What of Morzan's son?" He asked quietly. "It could be him."
"Morzan's heir could not be calling for all three eggs." The lady elf declared, as though that settled the matter. "We can't make-"
A gust of wind came flowing through the area. With it, came the foul stench of Urgals.
The horses started rearing, their elegant nostrils flaring widely. Faolin yelled, "Arya, run!"
Out from the bushes, at least ten Urgals jumped out, armed with large clubs decorated with spikes on all the edges. Before Faolin and Glenwing could do anything, they were both struck down, their horses toppling to the ground with them.
The lady elf, however, was luckier than her friends. With all the agility imaginable, she leapt off her horse and, pulling a knife out of her sleeve, she cut the three pouches loose, gripped their trailing ropes and ran, as fast as she could, past the Urgal horde and into the darkness.
The Urgals realized this a moment too late, but they charged after her, knocking down trees and bushes as they blundered after her, practically blind in the darkness.
A shadow whipped by them, sped past and stopped two meters in front of the sprinting elf, who stopped, stared at him for a moment, then turned east and continued to run.
"It is hopeless, elf!" The Shade cackled manically after her retreating form. Her ran a hand through his blood-red hair, grinning evilly.
He held up his hand, palm to the sky, and muttered a few unidentified words.
The forest around him suddenly burst into flames.
The elf screamed for the first time- she was trapped. Fire was blazing all around her, there was no way out-
Furiously defiant, she turned to the Shade and clutched the three pouches tightly in her arms.
Both yelled something, but their words were lost by the maddening howls of the Urgals and the defening crackle of the fire. The elf was engulfed in a blinding green light, as the Shade's bolt of lightning flew towards her.
The green light faded just as the bolt hit her squarely in the chest. Without uttering a sound, she fell, like a discarded rag doll, to the ground.
The Shade ran up to her and cursed violently in the Urgal language. Yes, the elf was unconscious, but the only trace of the real prizes- the things he had come for- were the discarded fabrics they had been held in.
A flame licked the Shade's arm, but a wide grin was dawning on his wolfish face. The Urgals raced up just as he hoisted himself, holding the female elf over his shoulder, onto his black steed.
The task was done. With a flick of his wrist, all the Urgals toppled clumsily to the ground, dead.
Not exactly what he'd wanted, but satisfactory nonetheless. And then, he rode out of the clearing, dousing only the fires in his way.
He left the rest to burn.
I know, it was short. Live with it, I'll update as soon as I can.
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