BACK AGAIN! 8D I decided to update this, 'cause, well...I felt like it |D Kinda short, though...sorry? XD Hahaha, just got back from a parade with a shetload of candy XD Mmmm water-logged candy...(it was raining lol) Freaking little league kids--I got squirted with a super soaker XD My cousin threw me some candy X3 He was on a boyscout's float "HEY COUSIE!" *chucks candy at me* rofl last year he got me with a water gun, but I digress XD
Eragon and Link meet two special someones~
*has random thought* Y'know what would be cool? Eragon cosplay! That'd be really interesting...if only I had more money XD
shadowdarknut: Thank you! I read a really good crossover of these two and it made me want to write one as well XD
SPOILERS for BRISINGR
I, sadly do not own The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, nor Eragon DX but I DO own this plot, hehe~!
They ran for around ten minutes until Eragon skidded to a halt, making Link stop, making the latter listen curiously.
"Shit," the brunette cursed quietly when they both heard multiple pairs of footsteps. "And this is the only way out, too…"
"What do we do?" Link asked, growing anxious. He nervously put his left hand on the purple hilt of the Master Sword, but didn't draw it. He was feeling rather hesitant. He had never killed a human before…
Eragon bit his lip. "My magic's still sealed," he said quietly. The footsteps were getting closer. "We have to fight." Even though the other's expression grew slightly pained, he didn't waver in his decision.
"Do we have to kill them?" Eragon was a bit surprised at the question. The blonde's tight grip on his sword had turned his fingers white, and his expressive blue eyes were sad. Is he not used to killing? Eragon wondered to himself. He looks like an experienced warrior, though young… "I've never killed a person before," Link admitted. "Only evil monsters…" Eragon's eyes widened as the Empire soldiers turned the corner. There were six of them and they shouted in surprised.
"The prisoners escaped!" one shouted and Eragon growled, drawing Brisingr. One quickly ran away, probably to get reinforcements.
"No time!" he hissed. "Just fight!" Eragon charged with Link right after, who had drawn his sword and shield. They had seemed to sense that Link was less powerful than Eragon and four ganged up on the Hylian, while the Rider dealt with one, who seemed to be the most experienced out of the group. Eragon gritted his teen when their blades met. He was tired and his bones were sore, which made him considerably weaker. Link wasn't faring and better. He was finally able to kill the soldier whom he was battling with and turned to help the blonde. Two of them were on the floor—dead or unconscious, Eragon wasn't sure. He quickly took care of one and Link's opponent fell not too soon after.
"Come on," he huffed between breaths. "We need to get out of here."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, laddie," a smug voice said. The two looked up and Eragon cursed again. Ten soldiers were in front of them and ten soldiers were behind them. "Sheathe your blades," the man said, bored, and the teens did so. "Tie 'em up." Two men tied up their hands behind their backs. Eragon could have easily broken the bonds, but that would mean deserting Link, and he really didn't want to do that. Only, the man behind Link decided to take advantage of the situation.
"Oops, sorry," the Empire soldier said, grinning as Link yelped and blushed. The men that saw the perverted action laughed.
What did he do to you? Eragon asked as they were forced to walk in the opposite direction they were originally going, glad the moronic soldiers apparently didn't know about talking mentally.
H-he put his filthy hands up my tunic and groped my ass! Link exclaimed, glancing at his new friend and looking fairly pissed off.
I'm sorry, Link, he apologized sincerely. Bad luck always seems to follow me and those around me. He didn't mean the tendril of sadness to slip through their mental link, but it did.
It's okay, Eragon, the Hylian said, smiling a little. Bad luck seems to have a fondness for me as well. Besides, it can't get any worse than this, can it? They were forced to stop at a pair of huge wooden doors.
The apparent leader smiled cruelly. "Have fun with the king," he sneered.
Oh shit, Eragon swore and Link winced, hearing it. We're so fucked. Listen, no matter what happens, do as he says and don't try to piss him off, okay? And if he does anything to me, don't protest. Promise me, he growled.
I-I promise.
That's not good enough! Now, in the Ancient Language—
"Get in the throne room, whelps!" the leader shouted and promptly opened one of the doors and threw the teens in. Eragon landed on his side and Link landed painfully on his empty stomach. They both shivered. The floor was made of dark marble and was therefore freezing. They quickly struggled to their knees.
A deep, sinister chuckle resounded from the black throne room. "I am sorry for the harsh treatment of you two young boys. This surely isn't how I treat all of my guests," Galbatorix laughed in a mocking manner. He was tall and imposing, but slightly old looking with his features slightly angled from his bond with Shruikan. He has dressed in a fine black tunic and robe with golden stitching. His hair and goatee were black but with some gray and white hairs, no doubt from their owner being well over a hundred years old. His eyes were a fierce grey and there was a sword hanging from his belt.
Galbatorix approached his two prisoners, taking them both in, Link especially. He turned his cold gaze to Eragon. "I was expecting…more," he drawled. "But of course I've seen you in your dear bother's memories, so I knew what I was to expect, but still." He snorted. "Pathetic mongrel. Your only use is Saphira, nothing more. Perhaps a pleasure slave for some of my high-ranking officers." His expression went from disgusted to amused upon seeing Eragon's heated glare. "Ah, temper, temper! Murtagh has quite a quick fuse as well. Must run in the family," he said and laughed. Link shivered at the evil sound which attracted the mad king's attention.
"And what have we here?" he asked. "I'd say an elf, but if you were one, surely wouldn't get caught like this. Plus you seem to be able to shape shift. How peculiar." He leaned down and grasped Link's chin in his hand. "Hm. Pretty, and certainly better than those tree huggers." His grip turned harsh and his nails dug into the blonde's chin, making him cry out in pain and surprise. Eragon growled, making the corrupted man smirk. "Ah, true beauty. Now tell me, child, what are you?"
"None of your business," Link hissed, causing Eragon to feel torn in between proud and wanting him to beat the other over the head with the end of Saphira's tail.
"Oh? Not willing to share?" Galbatorix glared, eyes narrowing. "Fine. I'll just take it from your mind!" He grew focused and Link groaned from the sudden mental attack. Eragon's eyes widened and he instantly dove into Link's mind, putting up a barrier. The older Rider turned his heated glare to the brunette. "What are you hoping to accomplish, boy?!" he growled. He released a harsh attack on Eragon, making him gasp and grit his teeth. He was only able to protect his own mind and had to withdraw on helping Link. "That was getting annoying—good thing you stopped when you did." He then turned towards Link and resumed his mental search, causing him to let out sounds of pain and discomfort. After about ten minutes he was finally satisfied and stopped.
"Ah, a Hylian! My, my, I thought your kind was extinct! Good thing, too—such a beautiful and exquisite race. I would love to make the princess of your kingdom a nice castle whore." Link tried to lash out and hurt the man but settled for biting the hand that was still on his chin. "How dare you!" Galbatorix howled and backhanded Link, making him see stars. "I'll teach you your place!"
"Don't you dare," snarled Eragon. "Leave him alone!" The king growled before kicking the brunette who was sent on his back thanks to the impact, arms underneath him. Galbatorix placed his heavy boot on Eragon's chest and pushed down, making the teen cry out. The old man paused when he heard a vicious snarl. Glaring at him was a tensed wolf, foaming at the mouth and looking livid. It looked possessed. By its front paws laid some tattered pieces of rope.
"Aw, is the mutt scared for his boy?" he mocked and laughed. Link snarled again and leaped at the man, hoping to rip out his throat. Galbatorix snorted and grabbed hold of the beast's collar, choking him. He snapped his jaws, spit and foam speckling though the air, but wasn't able to bite into the king. "You truly are an interesting creature," he remarked. "It'll be fun experimenting with you." The wolf let out an involuntary whimper and was tossed to the ground some ten feet away. "Move again and I'll kill you." Link didn't move an inch and watched Eragon with sad eyes.
I'm sorry, his whispered, and the other teen swore he saw tears form in the animal's eyes.
It's okay. You tried. Just be thankful he isn't going to kill us…yet.
"King Galbatorix," an indifferent voice said. "Your presence is…want…ed…" The voice halted, sounding shocked. Eragon and Link looked. To Link, it was some dark and mysterious stranger. To Eragon, it was a different story.
To Eragon, it was his once best friend now turned brother and enemy.
It was Murtagh.
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