Chapter 1 Dawn of The Twilight
10 years after the defeat of Galbotorix
Gilan looked out into the vast expanse of the sea, illuminated to a small extent by the crescent of the moon, ahead of him from the top of the watchtower. Situated at the corner of Teirm's walls, it overlooked the sea to give the person or people in it a view of the incoming ships approaching Teirm's harbour.
Gilan swore loudly, it was such a beautiful night and he had places to be, people to meet and to be stuck on watch duty in the middle of the night, alone only served to intensify his frustration. Nothing ever happens here Gilan thought, … wait what?!
He had closed his eyes for only a moment to find a knife around his throat, pressing against his skin with enough pressure to draw several drops of blood. " Hahaha real funny of you Will to play such a prank " speaking in a sarcastic tone. " Now remove the knife before I turn around and hurl you over into sea. I wouldn't fancy a swim at this hour don't you think ?" Will, Gilan's friend was known to play pranks on others and apparently this time Gilan was his target.
"Oh, I would love to see you try,you pathetic, puny human." Will replied, stressing the last four words especially 'human'. It was only then did Gilan realise it wasn't Will standing behind him with the knife to the throat. Will is a human and from the way the speaker said human, it was as though the speaker was looking down on humans as an inferior race. And that the speaker wasn't a human.
Gilan shuddered, and for the first time in the whole situation, he started to feel the stirrings of anxiety, followed by an overwhelming amount of fear. Twisting his head slightly, he took a quick glance at the the knife wielder. The hand holding the knife was a lilac purple in colour and seemed to glow faintly , exuding an ethereal quality about it. If that sent tendrils of fear into one, the face of the knife wielder will almost certainly cause a person to drop stone cold dead. What Gilan saw was the face of an elf. Except that unlike an elf, this person , this thing had an almost feral look no elf would ever assume and eyes that seemed to stare straight into my soul , eyes that were bloodthirsty, full of malice, simply seething with hatred.
Unknowingly, Gilan began to shiver violently against the captor, desperately wanting to escape.
"Who... who the hell are you?" Gilan said, stammering over his words, voice laced with poorly concealed fear.
The captor released the grip on Gilan and sent him tumbling across the watchtower. Gilan felt his back exploding in pain and looked up at the thing striding up towards him. His heart was pounding against his ribcage for that thing moving towards him seem to be really bloodthirsty, and it didn't look as if that creature was going to spill its own blood soon.
The elf-like creature replied in a haughty tone " I am vdekja lajmëtar, leader of the Twilight Elves, He who is destined to conquer , and your maker" the last part said just to see the reaction of Gilan, whether Gilan would cower and beg for mercy.
Amidst the terror Gilan felt, he had a twinge of confusion. The Elves called themselves Elves not Twilight elves , and mustering abit of courage he asked " who are the Twilight Elves?" "We were once branded as fiendish creatures to stalk Alalëa and now we are here in Alagaësia to execute our revenge on those light-skinned elves" spitting out the word elves with such a vehemence that Gilan pushed himself up against the wall even further "that abandoned us to death on Alalëa two millennium ago."
In his fear, Gilan failed to notice several more Twilight Elves leap onto the watchtower's balcony walking up towards him. Vdekja squatted in front of Gilan, spinning the knife in front of him and said " any more questions? "
Gilan, knowing he was about to be killed , broke free from his fear and shouted " you will never defeat the elves and you will never conquer Alagaësia , the Dragon Riders will stop you!" Seemingly annoyed, Vdekja halted the spin of his knife and swiftly brought it down upon and into the heart of Gilan, ending Gilan's life nearly immediately.
They will never defeat Eragon shadeslayer and the rest of the order combined....
" Vdekja that was unnecessary, really after all we could use him " said Vilandì head of the assault team.
"One human makes no difference. Before this person died, I was able to enter his mind ad he was thinking something about Eragon Shadeslayer. Contact the others on Dorú Areaba. It's time we make our move."
"Yes, milord"
P.S. This is my first fanfic story so please go easy in the critique. Please review! I will probably post monthly, if not weekly. Cheers :) !