Kidnapped
Chapter 1
The battle had gone badly. In actual of fact the battle had turned out to be more of a squabble. The six people left of the Varden all had swords pressed to their throat and were in no position of victory. They had put up a good fight considering the odds. Then again the odds had been terrible: the 20 person scouting party of the Varden versus the 80 person battalion of Galbatorix. To add to this Nasuada and her party had not expected an attack. They had expected to be safe in Farthen Dur with those damned sexist dwarves. Ever since her father's death the terms between the Varden and the dwarves had soured. A female leader was unheard of amongst the dwarves and they had shut the Varden out. That was how they had landed up looking at a pink sun set over green treetops with an ugly soldier's smirking face ruining the once pretty picture. The captain of the battalion paced the slowly across the line of the Varden. "Ah how the mighty have fallen," he sighed. "And I was under the impression the Varden were great...kill them all," he said dismissively. He stopped suddenly and faced the Varden fighter before him "Stop," he whispered reaching out and yanking the helmet from the fighters head. Loose sweaty strands of hair fell onto Nasuadas face as her glare met his. "Why if it isn't the one and only lady night stalker," he jeered. "I think the king will like to keep you. He's always looking for pretty new toys." Nasuada tightened her grip on her thin dagger keeping her temper in check and waiting for better timing. "Keep her alive," he said petting her cheek. He turned around and she made her move. Quickly jabbing her dagger into the nearest soldiers gut she relieved the dead man of his sword and looked up to see who was next. But the world pitching and fading with a tiny pinch to her neck and cold laughter.