The Rising
Saphira was hunting and Eragon was laying on his cot late at as Eragon was beginning to doze off,Saphira roared into his mind,Murtagh and Thorn are here!Come quickly!Eragon leapt up from his bed,grabbed Brisingr and ran as fast as he could to the the forest where Saphira was hunting.
He slashed at Murtagh from behind but Murtagh ducked and the blow missed."I see you have a new sword brother,"Murtagh commented as they continued to cross blades again and again.
Eragon slashed,Murtagh parried. Murtagh hacked and Eragon blocked. Again and again they clashed,until Murtagh thrust and stabbed Eragon in the shoulder then ducked Eragon's slash and laid Eragon's back open with Za'roc.
Saphira roared in pain and Eragon collapsed. Murtagh moved to tie Eragon's hands toghether,but stopped when a cold voice even worse than Galbatorix' said,"Good evening."Murtagh looked up to see a man mounted on a midnight black horse with a frothing mouth and red eyes. The man was wearing a cloak covering his features as well as black leather boots and gloves with a strange symbol burned into the black leather.
"Leave. This does not concern you stranger,"Murtagh said,his voice shaking. The man and his horse did not move even slightly. Murtagh put pressure against his mind but was overwhelmed by the magnitude of the beings age. Murtagh raised Za'roc and exclaimed,"I said LEAVE!"The man still did not respond. Murtagh charged...