A/N: yea my first Eragon fanfic. First chapter is pretty much a prologue I have longer and better chapters written. Sorry about the typos I have splint on and there are things that hard to do with it on like type, at least I'm learning how tp use my other hand better. Also I don't know how often I can update I can only get on the computer like three days a week and I'm working on another fanfic at the same time.
Disclaimer: I'm fourteen Christopher Paloni was fifteen when he wrote Eragon so I'm obviously not him and this means I don't own the inheritance cycle.
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Kodthr
"That's it he failed. Go in and get them." Soldiers with nets and spears poured into the banquet room from both ends. Eragon and Murtagh backed up against the wall dragging the elf with them. The men formed a menacing half circle around them. Murtagh's eyes darted from the group that encircled them and then to his comrade who's hand quavered, the hilt of his sword trembling in his loosened grip.
A sharp crack resounded through the room and Murtagh's heart rose knowing Saphira had arrived and with her the chance of their escaping. Soldiers glanced at the ceiling fearfully, then averted their gaze from their possible doom and glared at their quarry. Suddenly a lone archer aiming at the weakened rider, at the same instant a vengeful dragon flung herself through the destroyed ceiling. As the debris cascaded upon the forces Murtagh felt a sharp pain flow up his left arm and Saphira froze seeing the danger her counter part was in.
"Freeze! If you surrender now we won't have to harm you." A deep voiced soldier demand running his hand over his dense bristly beard. Murtagh dropped his bow and lifted his right arm over his head cradling the other against his chest. Eragon stared with wide eyed shock at his blank faced friend, the other meet his gaze squarely trying to use to convey his plan. As Murtagh stepped in front of the younger boy and toward the soldiers he surveyed his broken wrist and than pointedly looked at the dragon. He then swung his other fist grinning when it connectedly solidly with the bearded soldiers jaw. This provided the distraction that was so desperately needed, the soldier was caught off guard and stumbled backwards and several other soldiers rushed in to constrain the dark haired young man.
In a swift movement Eragon picked up the light elf, dashed to his dragon, and quickly mounted. Saphira spread her majestic wings and prepared to depart, but hesitated upon seeing her riders worried expression.
Murtagh saw it to, "Eragon, go! I didn't do this so you world get yourself caught again." With a growl that shook the heavens Saphira speed back through the hole she had recently created in the roof, Eragon clutching the saddle in one hand and the other with the other arm he held the elf. The last thing Murtagh saw of Eragon before he vanished into the inky night was his guilty visage. Knowing what was soon to come for him Murtagh let out one glad shout, happy to have achieved at least one thing since escaping the kings hold.
His countenance then grew sober and in a mocking gesture he gave an exaggerated bow to the captain of the guard, "I beg your pardon for my friends hasty departure, he had much more pressing matters to intend to. May haps your hospitality was not adequate for one of his importance. I'm sorry if it offends you, but someone who is worthy of a dragon should not have to even think of visiting such a lowly hovel as this."
"You don't talk like one of them village bumpkins, boy. Who are you and where are you actually from?" The captain said standing so that their eyes were on the same level.
"I don't see why I should tell someone like you that. Who are you and where are you from?" Murtagh retorted turning the question back on the asker.
"Very well when Durza returns, for he certainly will, he will find out and his methods are much harsher than ours." Said the soldier glaring spitefully at Murtagh, who returned the look with double the malice. "Take him to a cell and make sure there is no way for him to try to make a daring escape." Murtagh bit down on his lip when his injured arm was twisted behind his back and he was forced down a dank stone corridor. When he was shoved into a cell the door clanged ominously shut and Murtagh's inner steel seemed to vanish causing him to slump on to the rough cot head dejectedly bowed.
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Saphira floated into a clearing and gently landed on a mixture of decomposing leaves, plants in various stages of life, and oozing mud. Eragon clambered down from his mount and laying a blanket on a moderately dry spot he reverently placed the elf on top of it. A distraught glow filled his eyes and he started to saddle Snowfire.
And where do you think you're going? Saphira asked appearing like a rancorous goddess about to display her wrath.
I have to help Murtagh. I can't just leave him there.
Who will look after the elf?
You can. I know she'll be safe with you.
What will happen if you're caught? Little one, if that happens you will make Murtagh's sacrifice worth nothing. He willingly gave himself up so you could be free.
But what should I do? I can't just leave him there, he didn't leave me.
No, he didn't leave you. But he knew the risk of getting caught, and he specifically told me that if you were to get away without him under no circumstances were you to come back.
He saved my life more than once already, I have to repay him.
No, you do not. Now tend to the elf, little one, I will keep watch.
Eragon moved towards the elf in a semi dream like state and knelt besides her emitting a heavy sigh. He turned so she lay flat on her back, and drew a sharp breath when he glimpsed the livid bruises that colored her fair skin. He uttered a curse under his breath and unlaced the back of her shirt and gagged at the sight of her ruined flesh, he could tell it she had numerous horrific tortures inflicted upon her.
Saphira, what if they do that to him?
I think he would willingly take it so you don't have to. Saphira moved so that she separated Eragon from the horses. After Eragon rummaged through a sack he forced down some dry bread and then returned to the elf's side. He drew a deep breath before setting to work.
"Waise heill!" He repaired the areas where restoration was vital and then stopped overcome by fatigue. He wearily stretched out in the undergrowth and slowly drifted into a troubled sleep.
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