Darkening Skies Chapter Two
Author's Note:Okay, so, to clarify, Eragon survived the climatic final with Galbie, and it is now approxiately the present day, or at least within a century. I did not have a long chapter last time as I had exactly five minutes to write that. Sorry. Now for the review.
E1venl0rd: Yes it was rather short, I realize. However, I can help with the rest. He is now on the same landmass as Alagaseia, but it is set in the present day. In fact, he was in Kuasta. Also, his "vehicle" was his dragon, Saphira. The gun is simply sensible when you waltz into a high-crime area.
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Tequila and Lead
Saphira swooped away from Kuasta City, now a thriving metropolis. You have no idea how hard it is to take off from the slum district without killing a grandma putting her clothes out to dry. Still, you had to do what you had to do. I, Eragon, looked down at the apartment he had trashed. Well, the Shade would live, but a bullet in the face never feels very good.
I realize that some of you may wonder who and what I am. I understand, for I write this for those not of this land.
It has been almost 4000 years since I was born. I am Eragon Bromsson, the Impaler, and the Dragon Rider. I was a part of the Varden all those years ago, and I am one of the three of those who were part of the Varden that are still alive.
Above Uru^Baen I slew Galbatorix. There was the famous Impalement of Galbatorix carried out, an act some still deem mythical. In fact, some claim I must be a fake. Fools. Anyway, at the top of his castle I drove my blade though that dark king, and I cast him down at hundreds of miles per second as I set him aflame. There was the blow that killed Nausada, leader of the Varden, struck. It clove her head from her body, and I stood, myself critically wounded, and fell as well, and would have died but for Saphira.
In the short years immediately after the Impalement the first Emperor of the Three Kingdoms crowned. Orrin was the first, through a stroke of luck and political genius. As we all know, the Crown of The Empire was to pass between each of the three kingdoms. From Uru^baen to Ellesmera to Tronjenheim, every hundred years it changed.
Then, as we all know, the descendant of Orrin Salchandak Yollansson refused to pass on the Crown. It was stupid, really, as each kingdom was effectively an independent unit and the position of Emperor was always precarious enough that all were usually left in peace. Instead he marched on Du Weldenvarden. He was an idiot, you should know, for trying to kill me with a fire. I lived in Ellesmera at the time. To be honest, I enjoyed drowning him and his entire fleet in the Isenstar lake. Of course, it is rather hard to create a massive whirlpool, but the sight really is fascinating.
Then came the Partition, and so the kingdoms drew apart. I had a difficult choice then, whether to go back to the Broddring Kingdom or to stay with the elves. I believe that only one thing held me back, but it held me back all the same. Arya. She was presumably the next in line for the throne, and hence could not leave the elvish lands. As usual, I was wrong, due to complicate political matters I do not have the time nor inclination to explain. However, my actions in the last war, I found, did not endear me to the populace. Of course, the second I passed over the partition the elves started to invest in anti-air ballistas, and that meant no passage could be found that way. There was one choice, one that I have never regretted. Vroengard seceded from the Broddring Kingdom and became an independent state. We were not extended recognition by the ruling class for a little over a millenium, but only they were opposed to me in the first place, as the common man literally worshiped me.
It took almost four centuries to rebuild Vroengard. The first thing to do was to get a group of people to actually settle it, of course, but I got 800 magicians, artists, warriors, and scholars and about 1,200 farmers. Of course, it took over a century just to rebuild the library to the point at which it could hold some 500 books, all of which we had to hand copy from scrolls. Trust me, that is tedious work, and the scrolls had to be returned frequently.
We soon fortified the island. At the time cannons were a new invention, and were prohibitively expensive. However, we had enough gold stockpiled that we could afford 100. They still are mounted on the walls. Every chance we get we improve our defenses.
I just realized I haven't spoken to you yet about Elvar. Elvar is a green male dragon, and the mate of Saphira. Hatched for Arya, conveniently enough. He was a tad annoying at times, however, and constantly interrupted. Cheeky little dragon.
He and Saphira left three of their five eggs to the Dragon Rider's, as was traditional, and our efforts were, after the basic reconstruction of the island was finished, directed towards getting them to hatch.
Within three decades they hatched. Two hatched for elves, Yolinda, an elf, got Telemackles, and Nariem, another elf, got Mortalex. Morgan Yoricksson was the other Rider.
They were the first Dragon Riders I trained. Only one still lives, but his story is truly fascinating. I'll say more later.
After 1,010 years of hatred, the nobles forgot about their ancient feud. Some had lost any connection to the old king entirely. Regardless, I finally got to do my job. Which, I should tell you, I hate. I have no problem executing drug dealers, Shades, elvish mafiosos, and even their hired goons. However, I always hate killing the drug addicts who killed someone, the gangster who doesn't really want a life of crime. Still, I do my job.
More recently technology has slowly begun to elevate those who cannot utilize magic into the position of those who could. Anybody could tell you now of the Razac class nuclear bunker-buster that destroyed the Hadarac Hellbent's hideout or the new Shruikan Supersonic Fighters which completely overwhelmed the rogue Dragon Rider Morgan.
Morgan never did know when to stop fighting and when to run. Still, he probably bleew it up or did something like that at the end.
Well, there was my history. Now to the only good pub on Vroengard. Of course, all the students would be shocked to see me in the one area of town they are banned from visiting, but nothing helps a pressure headache like tequila and lead. The lead, of course, should be in midair.
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