Now this is my first fanfic so go easy with those reviews. Just so you know Bold=Ancient language Italics=Speaking with mind Bold Italics=Magic. Oh and in this chapter Eragon is Eragon the first. So here goes my first chapter. Enjoy
Prologue
A month after the riders were established
Eragon stood on the edge of the Crags of Tel'naeir looking out over the horizon. Then a cold feeling came over him, as if all that is good in the world had just died.
"Vrael,"he said to the young rider by his side "summon the other riders." Vrael nodded and ran off with his dragon at his heels.
"Bid'Daum do you feel that?" Eragon asked his dragon.
"I do and I fear for our safety" answered his faithful dragon.
"The riders are here ebrithil" called Vrael from behind him.
"Good, but be silent, I feel a dark presence," Eragon said turning around to face the other riders.
They waited for hours. Then a figure jumped from the bushes and landed behind them.
"Show yourself"Eragon called out to the stranger.
The man stepped into the light and Eragon saw his face. The man wore a dark grey tunic with the sleeves torn off. He had a slim build with muscular arms. He had a sword on each side of his waist. On his left hand he wore a steel gauntlet, he tightened the muscles in his hand and the retractable claws popped out. He had black hair and black eyes darker than the night sky. He had a fiendish grin on his face. He drew his swords. The blade blacker than the darkest shadows. Each side of the crossgaurd was in the shape of a dragon's talon and there was a black crystal at the end of the hilt.
He crashed the swords together at the hilt and they merged together via the crystal.
"My name is Evil for that is what I am, fear me for my face will be the last thing you ever see". And with that Evil leapt at the riders twirling his double blade.
"You can not hope to defeat over a hundred riders and their dragons," said one of the riders blocking a fierce blow from Evil.
"You wanna bet,"
Eragon saw Evil put the finger tips on his hand together, the claws on his hand forming a single spike which he drove into the elfs skin, opening his hand just in time to grab the poor elf's heart and pull it out. The elf collapsed dead.
Evil then brought the heart to his mouth and ate in two bites. Evil smiled at the horrified screams of the riders. He then relaxed his hand retracting the claws on the gauntlet. He placed his fingertips on an extremely large boulder. There was a crunch as the retractable claws drove into the boulder. He flung the boulder at the riders killing seven of them on the spot. He continued fighting in that manner until only twenty riders and dragons remained.
Eragon launched himself at Evil, attempting to drive his blade through Evil's foul heart. Evil jumped to one side, the blade only tearing a gash on his side. Evil snarled and tightened all the muscles in his body and the wound healed itself. Eragon and Evil exchanged blows for over an hour. Then Evil spun to the right hitting Eragon's sword with his own sending Eragon back a few steps, Evil continued his spinning motion and for the few seconds that his back was to Eragon he split his sword in two again, then brought the sword that was in his right hand upwards bringing Eragon's sword with it and drove his other sword through Eragon's stomach, then with his first sword cut off Eragon's head.
"Noo," screamed Vrael who launched himself at Evil and attacked with as much speed and ferocity as he could.
Evil, who was tired from all his fighting, could barely defend himself. Evil was knocked to the ground and bound with magic. Then the remaining dragons formed a large circle around him and used magic bind him with an oath that would out last them all. It went:
"Now you shall sleep in an ancient slumber under the great desert. Then when a false rider rains tyranny over the land and when the greatest hope calls to you with the ancient spell, you shall break free and become one with him, together you shall be life and death, and together you shall have access to the great powers locked within the Vault of Souls, and with them you shall free the land from the shadow of tyranny. Then you shall separate and you will be locked away once more. But then when all hope dies, when new foes lurk in the shadows and when an old one makes an appearance, you shall awaken once more and resurrect hope, then you and the chosen six shall destroy the foes and protect the fate of Alagaesia."
And with that Evil turned to black dust and was blown toward the Hadarac Desert.
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