Authors note: Hey guys. This is my first fanfiction ever so I am not all that good yet. I welcome any criticism because it makes the writer better. Please review! It is very appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the inheritance cycle. All credit goes to CP.

Chapter 1

Eragon wasn't supposed to lose against Galbatorix and he wasn't supposed to be getting tortured either. Eragon was now chained up against a wall next to Arya who was in the same position. Galbatorix would come in and use various torture items to hurt him while Arya was forced to watch every grueling second. Galbatorix had just finished torturing him for the day and asked the same question.

"Will you swear your loyalty to me in the ancient language?"

Eragon responded with a confident voice despite the fact that he had just been tormented.

"I will never join you."

"You will give in eventually. After I destroy the Varden you will have no hope of defeating me, not that you had a chance in the first place."

He smiled evilly before he walked out of the cell and down the hall. Not until after Eragon couldn't hear Galbatorix's foot steps any more, did he finally drop his facade of strength and sag against the chains. He stared at the pool of blood beneath him looking at his reflection caused by the torches that lined the walls. He saw a tortured figure looking back at him with despair and hopelessness in its eyes.

"Are you ok?" Arya's voice was laced with concern.

Eragon looked into her eyes. She was the only reason that he didn't give up, besides Saphira. He wouldn't give in as long as she was alive.

"yes. How about you?"

"I am doing fine."

Galbatorix hadn't touched Arya and Eragon was thankful for that. He couldn't bare watching her be hurt. He would gladly take all of the pain for her a million times over to save her from any of it.

No healers would come and restore the flesh that was ripped or scorched off by Galbatorix. He would have to endure the pain until Galbatorix came again the next day. Eragon willingly succumbed to the darkness, happy to rest his weary body.

Eragon was ripped from his sleep as the door to his cell was slammed closed. He looked up to see Galbatorix staring at him with the set of pain inducing tools next to him. Galbatorix's favorite one to use on him was probably a dragon claw iron. He would light a fire and put the iron in and use other instruments while it heated. Galbatorix called in the healers and they worked on him. They only healed him partially, enough to make sure he didn't die from the loss of blood. Galbatorix walked forward and stood in front of Eragon and looked straight into his eyes.

Galbatorix broke the silence first. "I have been thinking that I need a new shade. I haven't had one since Durza and I need someone to wreck havoc on the Varden."

Eragon was shocked at what he was implying. If he turned Eragon into a shade he could end up killing everybody in a endless massacre.

Eragon argued "There has never been a shade-rider before because people were afraid of what would happen. The abomination would be unstoppable!"

Galbatorix had an insane glint in his eyes when he responded. "We will just have to find out, now won't we?"

This time Arya spoke up. "You are mad. You would have to be a fool to create something as powerful as that."

Galbatorix ignored her and closed his eyes. He opened them a few seconds later and instantly started speaking in the ancient language. Eragon watched in horror as spirits began to circle around himself. The torrent of spirits then poured into him like a raging river. In Eragon's mind he could feel multiple beings trying to gain control of him. The spirits were growing in number as the seconds went by. Eragon was trying his hardest to not let them devour him but there was just do many. Hundreds of different identities were trying to gain dominance all at once. Eragon's skull felt like it was being hammered continuously. Eragon knew he couldn't last much longer with so many spirits inside him. He looked up towards Arya and said "I love you." He was content with being able to see her face one last time before he gave in to the madness. As the spirits took over him he fell into darkness.

Arya's point of view

Arya watched as the malevolent orbs began to seep into Eragon. She couldn't bring herself to look away from him no matter how hard she tried. His face grimaced like he was in pain. She didn't know what was going to happen when the spirits took over him. His hair was streaking with a blood red color and his skin was paling by the second. Arya could tell that he was going to lose. Arya saw him lift his head up and look at her. She stared at murderous red eyes that changed to brown and then back to red frequently. The words he spoke made her heart brake in two. He told her he loved her. Those were his final words as he immediately went slack after he spoke them. She called out his name in desperation.

"Eragon?"

Eragon's body began to shake slightly. She suddenly heard him start laughing. Low at first then it raised in volume. The insanity was clear in his voice. He was now gone from her forever. She felt defeated. Now there was no way of ever winning against Galbatorix. Their only hope was now turned into a monster.

Authors note: I know it is short but I will try to make the next chapters longer. But no promises.