Chapter 1
Sorry this took so long to upload. I had a few problems with making a new story. Apparently my antivirus doesn't like FF and so I deleted it. I thank all the people who have supplied me with support and given me the heart and reason to continue writing this. Anyway, this is the first chapter and the second part of this story.
'Shadeslayer, he's there,' Hero said, pointing towards a corner.
'I see him. Let's take a walk shall we?'
They walked towards the door of the tavern. The Shade owned the tavern and used it as a source of its food. From what they had learned, the Shade took one human every night and ate the poor person. He had come to slay him and end the rumour of the tyranny on the building. It was the only tavern in the city and he was one of the few people with the bravado enough to be a regular attendant to it. Du Ebrithil was also a shade hunter. It helped him pass the time. Being immortal without immortal company was distressing. His companions would die one after the other and it was quite saddening to watch the only people close to him die in quick succession due to age. He didn't have anything to do. No duties, no dragon like the Riders, no elf, no mate. He had nothing. He owned the things he wore on him every day. His clothes and his weapons. People called him Du Ebrithil because of the nickname his oldest companion, Eragon had given him. The man had been honourable, but one day, he had attacked Du Ebrithil in pure drunkenness. He had then left Eragon on his own, bleeding from a large wound on his left cheek, directly under his eye, travelling down to his bowels. After that day he had never seen him again. Eragon was too good a swordsman for Du Ebrithil to allow him to escape. With the skills Du Ebrithil had taught Eragon, he could wreak havoc, and nobody would be able to stop him. After him, everyone he ever got close to called him by the nickname The Mystery Master. Mystery, because nobody alive other than he had any idea who he was.
Hero went straight through the door of the tavern while Du Ebrithil free ran up the crevices in the alleyway. The plan was to find the shade and shove a blade or arrow straight through his heart without him noticing. He had battalions upon battalions of bewitched soldiers at his command and it would cause them a great deal of time hacking them all down one after the other.
He looked around the room, although it was dark outside, his father had enchanted him with the ability to see any sort of heat through his eyes at will. It helped him whenever he went hunting, or when he was searching for a target. He tried to stay as anonymous as he could on each of his slaying missions, but they all ended up being too gory for anyone not to notice. Every time, he left a mark on the area he killed a shade on. This made the neighbouring areas begin making investigations and then they found out that a man with a hood covering the most part of his face had just left the town. He hoped that this kill would be as simple as he always dreamed.
The room he had climbed into had been rented out by an old customer which had been eaten, who knows how long ago. From his experience, he had found that this was the first shade to ever eat humans, and the first to ever sleep. Shades are easy to kill with a sword, but not with magic. If they had the time to ever use magic, he would have died two centuries ago.
He walked out of the room. The shade wasn't there and it wouldn't help him to wait until the sun rose. The tavern had two floors. The ground floor was for the drinking area, and the floor upstairs was for those wishing to spend the night in Wallkill.
Du Ebrithil searched four rooms until he found the shade. It was asleep, and he didn't want it to wake up. Shades made a horrible sound as they died and he hoped that if they were asleep, they wouldn't scream. He pulled out two shurikens and threw them at the neck of the sleeping creature. The blades stopped halfway through the air and fell to the ground.
Damn it!
Why didn't he think about it earlier! The shade would have put wards around himself. An evil cackle filled the echoing room. Du Ebrithil didn't wait for another moment to pass. He pulled two katanas from their sheath on his back and charged at the shade. The bed was stationed next to the window so Du Ebrithil tackled him out through it. Shattering glass fell around the two as they landed a punch on each other. Because he had been the one to tackle, he was on top, giving him the advantage of landing on him. The shade hit the ground on his back and shouted something in anger. He began casting a spell but Du Ebrithil stopped him from saying anything by punching his jaw. He had dropped his katanas when they had landed because of the force. They were a good ten feet away. He pulled out two swords from his sheath and crossed them on either side of its head. With one swipe, he locked the spine and pulled the head off the shade. Retrieving his weapons, he ran for the cover of the forest to the west side of the tavern. He mentally contacted Hero and waited. A few moments later he was joined by Hero. They both ran for the gates of the city to escape before anyone found out. Their assassination was complete and so was their time in Wallkill.
'I see you were successful. That body already had a few flies on it,' Hero said as they left the city. Hero was a seventeen year old man. Too young to be considered as even an adolescent when compared with Mystery Master's age, but still a man when compared with the humans he had lived with before they had died. He had bright blonde hair and a pale white face. He hard cerulean eyes and a long thin nose. His appearance made him blend in with a crowd of normal people because he had such an ordinary face. His objective had been to make a racket loud enough for Du Ebrithil to kill the shade should it wake up, which it did, and make it blend in with the ruckus.
'Ebrithil, I found out some information from a few travellers while I was there,' Hero said while they ran through the dense forest towards the gates of the city.
'Pray tell,' he replied excitedly. Hero found out a lot of things in taverns, but he never thought of any of them as worth telling him. Whenever he did, it was something which he always considered valuable information.
'There was tell about a blue Rider looking for you. According to the drunk people I heard this from, he came back from the dead after a gem was put inside him. They also said he rid the kingdom of Alagaësia of someone called Galbatorix. A powerful magician and swordsman. They didn't know why but they knew that he was looking for you desperately. They said his name was Eragon Shadeslayer.'
Du Ebrithil immediately stumbled. During his time with Eragon, he had slayed his first shade. He had also assisted Eragon with his first blood on a shade. He remembered the words coming out of the pitiful man's face when he had told Du Ebrithil in the ancient language that he would find him and kill him. Now, he was a Rider and was looking for him desperately according to Hero.
'Hero… are you sure your sources are right. They were drunk weren't they? They probably got mixed up?' he said hopefully.
'No Ebrithil. He wasn't the only one to speak of a blur Rider. There were many, but the only had handfuls of knowledge about him and what he is doing at the moment,' Hero replied worriedly. He hadn't told his current companion about Eragon before, but the way he was reacting must have made it quite obvious that he was scared. He stood up again and they continued their sprint out of the city. The Riders held jurisdiction over Alagaësia, but nobody had ever said anything about lands outside the empire or within reach of the elven forest.
He could go and hide with the elves. He knew them well from one of his shade searches, but he would have problems getting into the heart of the forests where the elves he knew came from. He had once made a foolish attempt at sneaking into the forest and had been attacked by Gilderien the Wise. They had fought and he had just escaped with his life. The elf had been powerful enough to control storms. Lightning had struck the ground around him and he had only escaped because of his agility and his speed. The lightning bolts from the sky would have initially torn him apart. He wouldn't find shelter there either. He would have to stop his shade hunting for a few years and go into hiding until Eragon stopped his search for Du Ebrithil. Once they were out of the city, he looked at the sky. Dread filled him to the very brim. There, flying towards him, was a dragon the size of a mountain he had once seen near the Spine…
This chapter was an introduction to a new OC I mentioned at the end of my last story. I originally got my inspiration for this character from Assassin's Creed, so if any of you wonder how he looks, go on google images and search for Altair, Ezio, Connor, Edward or Arno Dorian. You'll find out how I imagined him to look. As for Hero, he is NOT my remake of Hiro Hamada from Big Hero 6. He was just a name my younger brother gave me. I just asked him and he gave me a name. That's how most of my OC's have worked out: Maximus, Matthias…
Anyhow, leave a review on how you think this chapter is and how you would like to see the plot turn out. I'll see if I can add a few things that any of you want into it.
