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Chapter 2
The next day, soon after the so called breakfast (something that Alexander also missed), Brom had saddled Saphira and was giving Eragon instructions onto what was the best way he could ride her without getting himself killed.
A moment, and then Eragon was gone. Screaming something as he was on the flying dragon.
"That takes care of that." Brom said with a sly grin, and then turned towards Alexander. "Now, if you don't mind, start telling me what you're really after." he spoke. "And don't lie this time."
"If you mean as an objective, then mine is going back home." this time, Alexander allowed Brom's mind-probe to enter his mind just enough to show he was telling the truth. "And though meeting you was not something I had been expecting, I feel that helping you out would help me as well." pausing for a moment, he kept the old man's gaze. "That aside, I'm sorry for having lied to you about myself. Though my name is Alexander, I can't tell you anything other than the fact that I want to help Eragon as much as you do." he continued. "Though not as strongly as the father-son bond you feel towards him."
Brom's eyes narrowed as something in his eyes spelled a great degree of danger. Enough to make Alexander feel a shiver.
"How do you know this?" he almost snarled the words out, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"I just do." Alexander wickedly smiled. "I also know that you were a Rider, and that Eragon has a half-brother." he continued. "I also know that there's an cursed elf Rider with a golden dragon that is missing a leg." he tried to keep his smile as enigmatic as possible. "And I think you'd also be interested to learn that a Shade that is in charge of an Urgal army is torturing an elf to find out the location of the King's enemy."
Alexander felt the mental probe push harder, attempting to penetrate more than what the young man had let him. Though he instantly focused on the taste of chocolate, clearing everything in an instant as he kept his smile and his iron concentration. If he had learnt anything from the hundreds if not thousands of hours' worth of reading, it was that he could focus to the point that he could forget about the world around him.
"Don't play with me, boy." Brom snarled the words out. "Do you realize the weight of the words you've just spoken?"
"Yes, actually." Alexander said with his gaze on the old man. "And for what I could tell, I had let you enough into my head to prove the honesty of said words."
"I'll ask this just this once." Brom kept his glare. "Who are you?"
"I am Alexander." the young man replied. "And I don't plan on telling anyone other than the elven queen and the elf Rider about some things of what I know." he leaned in a bit and smiled as he stretched a hand. "I could tell you more, but I don't plan on doing such thing for free." he kept a rather broad grin on his face. "Though if you help me learn about magic, I guess I could give you a couple of hints."
"Explain something first." Brom had relaxed somewhat, though not by much. "How can you know all this if you don't already know magic?"
"Let's just say that I have my ways." Alexander simply shrugged. "Now do we have a deal or not?"
Brom kept his gaze on him for several seconds. After a moment's hesitation, he stretched out his own hand and shook it. "Just one more thing." he commented. "How do you plan on telling the elven queen?"
"Oh, I just have to stick long enough with the big lizard." Alexander chuckled as he pointed at the flying dragon. "I'll get there eventually." pausing for a second, he pointed at the horses. "Shouldn't we start looking for those Ra'zak tracks? We shouldn't waste any more time with talk that will take us nowhere."
"Just one more question." Brom said. "Do you know about things that will happen?" he began touching his bear a bit. "So far you've spoken of things present and past."
"Yes I know about things that should happen." Alexander quizzically answered. "Though said future didn't include me within its plans." he continued. "So, perhaps, some things will change now that I am here." he smiled softly as he hid the pain from managing to get on Cadoc. "Though if I learn magic, I'm certain I'd be able to change it more to our favor."
"I won't trust those words until you speak them in the Ancient tongue." Brom said as he too went to his horse. "And even then, I'd watch my back around you."
"Wise words." Alexander nodded in agreement, letting Cadoc follow Snowfire as Brom began ridding down the river. "I don't really mind as long as you don't try to stab me without a reason." he grinned to himself for a moment. "Now, if you don't mind, since magic seems a bit out of my league at the moment, could you help me learn how to communicate with my mind?"
-
Eragon landed as Brom pointed at the strange tracks on the ground.
"What's wrong?" he wondered. If not for the worry in his face, it would've been obvious he was still on an adrenaline high.
"Don't ever block me out like that again. It's hard enough for me to reach you without having to fight to make myself heard."
"Sorry." Eragon mumbled.
He snorted. "I was farther down the river when I noticed that the Ra'zac's tracks had ceased. I backtracked until I found where they had disappeared. Look at the ground and tell me what you see."
Alexander dismissed the scene for a second as he was focused on Cadoc at the time. He was attempting to establish a link to the horse's mind, and was almost managing it if not because every time his consciousness stretched out a bit, his concentration seemed to fade and then return everything to how it was moments after.
Groaning out of desperation, Alexander kept on trying as he saw with the corner of his eye how Eragon and Brom were debating over the tracks. He already knew this part, so he didn't need to pay much attention at the moment.
What are you doing? the mind and voice had intruded into Alexander's mind so quickly and swiftly he was startled.
"Saphira?" he muttered under his voice, making sure Eragon didn't hear him. Though unconsciously put back on his barrier.
It took a couple of seconds before he had lowered them again and allowed the alien mind to communicate with him.
Yes, that's me. her words echoed into his brain. The tone of voice was definitely female, somewhat soothing even. Are you trying to enter the horse's mind? she added as she kept staring at him as she lay on the ground just a couple feet away.
"As a matter of fact…" Alexander felt shy all of a sudden, noting how Eragon and Brom were now preparing things for lunch. "I still can't see how Eragon manages to do it so easily." he was finding it hard to keep his mental barriers down. It was somehow… too revealing for his tastes. Even if the other presence felt soothing and calm.
Perhaps because he practices with me. the dragon simply suggested. Perhaps because he has a natural talent for it
"I doubt it." Alexander smirked somewhat. "From what I can see, he's more into how to do things rather than know how it works." he was forcing himself to relax a bit. "I'd say it's the practice."
Why are you so interested in doing this? Saphira kept her gaze even and neutral for the time being. For what I can tell, this mental ability is only useful to communicate.
"Is it now?" Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Even if we discard the fact that talking to animals could prove in on itself rather useful. Have you ever thought you could use this in other ways?"
Like what? Saphira seemed amused at his statement.
"Dunno, perhaps stun an opponent?" the young man suggested. "In a fight, a split second can mean all the difference. You can take that to your advantage if you manage to stun your opponent with you mind." he frowned for a second. "Though in your case, I guess it could also be useful if you're hunting. You know, to stun your prey just when they're about to start running…"
That would certainly make some things easier. the dragon stated with some surprise. I had never thought of that.
"Glad to see I'm useful with something." Alexander sighed a bit. "Pity I'm a burden in everything else right now." pausing for a second, he saw as the dragon stood up and came closer. "What are you doing?"
Brom told me that we dragons have a special kind of magic she stated as she lowered her muzzle and touched Alexander's wounded leg. I just feel that… I should make up for what I did to you.
There was a moment of shock as the place her nuzzle touched his knee seemed to sparkle. But further shock came forth as a rather strong tingling sensation spread forth from the point of contact and then all over Alexander's body.
Had he been paying attention, he'd have noticed the feint bluish glow his body was giving out, or that the sparks that were running through his insides seemed to focus on his legs before they dissipated.
By the time it was gone, Alexander was feeling… good. "What the…?" was his next comment as he realized he was already standing up, and not feeling even a bit of pain.
His gaze met that of Brom and Eragon, both were just as shocked as he was.
"Your leg." pointed out Eragon. "How did you…?"
"I think it was Saphira." Alexander spoke with some shock in his voice. Even from his point of view, Saphira seemed surprised as well. "But how… I don't…"
"Sometimes dragons do that." Brom interrupted. "Though it's extremely rare, needless to say." he scratched his beard a bit. "I had heard rumors about it… but this is the first time I've actually seen this sort of thing." he grinned as he eyed Alexander, there was mischief and cunning in his eyes. "Though this is actually for the better. It means you can spar with us now." he kept the grin, no, the grin grew bigger. "It should help you get easier control with magic. If not, at least the practice will do you good." he quickly grabbed his sword and dulled the blade with the same spell from the last time. "Eragon, could you give him yours so we can practice?"
"What about the Ra'zak?" Eragon asked.
"It's your quest." Brom simply stated. "Eat a bit while you think about it for a while as I teach this one how to fight."
"Oh, I don't need a sword." Alexander had caught up on the old man's attempts by now. "I know of a couple of tricks on how to defend myself without weapons."
Brom and Eragon seemed surprised at his statement. Though the old man only grinned and nodded to himself as the danger in the glint of his eyes only increased further.
"Sure, why not?" it was plain obvious he was having trouble holding back a laugh. "Let's see what you can do."
"Wait a bit." Alexander held his hand out before anything could start. "I'd like to test my legs out a bit. Can't rush into a fight without getting used to walking normal again." as he said this, he skipped a couple of times, and then made a couple of kicks into the air. It somehow felt his legs were even stronger than before the injury, though he couldn't be sure since it wasn't that noticeable to begin with. "Okay, we can continue."
Brom didn't lose a moment and with a grace and speed that seemed almost unnatural for someone his age, he thrust the sword towards the young man's abdomen. A simple stab to warm things up.
Alexander had thought up several ways to counter the attack, but found himself jumping back to dodge it instead. He was feeling a bit nervous at the moment, even if the blade was supposedly dulled. It was the first time he was fighting against a real blade. Wooden ones had been all he had to practice with in his martial arts class.
But there was only a moment to think about this since Brom had continued his attack by raising his sword and bringing it down with an intended slash towards his shoulder.
This time, Alexander did react on time, and immediately leaped into range, and closed the distance so much, that if the attack had hit, it would've been with the hilt.
Still, he didn't give it the chance because he was already moving.
Placing his left hand on Brom's right armpit, he quickly stepped past him as he used his other hand to grab the old man's wrist and pull it downwards as his right foot kicked Brom's right leg with enough force to make him loose balance.
This, combined with the inertia he had been carrying for his attack and the circular movement both of Alexander's hands made, resulted in the old man suddenly flipping in mid-air, landing on his back yet still grabbing his sword.
"Wow." it was Alexander who had made the comment as he stared at his hands for a second. "I didn't actually think it'd work that well."
"Damn kid… showing off…" Brom grumbled as he stood up and dusted himself. "I've never saw movements like those."
"They were taught by a crazy old man who thought the world was round." Alexander regained his composure enough to face the old man again. "Though he never taught me anything with the sword, I did see him using it more than once." he sighed a bit as he skipped a couple of times on the spot, not entirely sure if what had just happened was because of the suspected new strength on his legs. "But his sword was very different from the ones I've seen being used here."
"It's an interesting move." Brom said as he sheathed his sword. "You use the speed and force of the enemy's attack against themselves without barely using any of your own…" he pondered for a bit. "Magic-wise, it's a rather useful concept." he tapped Eragon's shoulder. "Your turn, spar with him for a while." he picked up some food and began eating it. "I'll go look around and see if I find anything that could give us a lead."
Eragon complained some, but he took out his sword and cast the edge-dulling spell before staring at Alexander nervously.
"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." Alexander spoke with utter confidence. "Though I'd suggest you take a proper stance first, yours is full of openings." his tone was the same one he had used to criticize Eragon when he had seen him fight. "I don't even need to look at you to see where you'll try to attack."
At first, Eragon and Alexander circled around each other, the first trying to figure a way around the move he had just seen, and the second enjoying the struggle in Eragon's eyes.
Eventually though, Eragon chose to start with the same sort of stab that Brom had. Though Alexander had been prepared this time.
Tapping the flat side of the sword as he spun in the other direction, the elbow of his other hand prepared to hit on the temple, his movement drawing in the adversary into his flow.
Then, pain, lots and lots of it.
Alexander flinched as he felt his brain explode with pain. He wasn't sure from where it came other than from outside his mind, and by the time he had managed to block it out, he was looking at Eragon hitting him on his right leg with a rather strong force.
Alexander fell to the floor as he felt the impact connect with full force. Though the amount of pain he had felt was nothing compared to what he had been expecting.
"Saphira." he muttered under his voice as he stood up, seeing Eragon's confident smile. "I thought this was a spar, not a serious fight."
"She says she wanted to try it out." Eragon commented. "And remember, one must expect anything when fighting."
"Yeah, got it." Alexander sighed as he stretched out his hand so Eragon could help him stand up.
As soon as Eragon grabbed the hand, Alexander pulled himself to his feet, and continued the movement with his other fist, which connected with Eragon's lower jaw. And he continued the gesture as he stretched his arm all the way up, adding a small jump along the way.
"SHORYUKEN!" shouted Alexander as Eragon fell on his back, completely knocked out.
The young man grinned at the now unconscious Eragon, and rubbed his calf a bit as he turned towards a worried looking Saphira. "That'll show the both of you to start cheating in a sparring match."
If not for the very angry-looking Eragon, who had a rather nasty looking swell on his right cheek, things would've been going perfectly.
"You overdid it." Brom said as he stared at Alexander. "I can reduce the swelling, but I think it's good for a change that he can't talk for the time being." Alexander felt a combined effort from Eragon and Saphira to get into his head, but he had kept his defenses high ever since the end of the sparing session. "Either way, I've got news."
"Of what sort?" Alexander wondered as he had to ask in Eragon's place.
"This sort." Brom stated as he took out a small metal vial with a leather strap long enough for it to hang from someone's shoulder. "It's a special sort of oil made from the petals of the Seithr plant, which grows on a small island in the frigid northern seas." he explained. "Normally, it's used to give pearls a special glimmer. But after a certain ritual, it becomes a dangerous weapon." he opened it, and allowed less than a drop touch his skin. The smoke and burning sound that followed made it obvious what he meant with that. "It's used for torture and assassination. The Ra'zak must have dropped it on their way to see the king."
"How valuable and rare is it?" Alexander feigned ignorance once more.
"Very." Brom limited himself to answer. "Even this little amount would cost a lot."
"You said that this grows on a small island, right?" Alexander wondered. "Wouldn't that mean that all of this oil goes through ports before heading to other cities?"
"Yes, what's your point?" Brom wondered.
"Shouldn't they have some sort of record to keep track of who buys it and where it goes?" Alexander offered. "If they do, and we get our hands on those records…"
"We could figure out which buyers are of the Empire, and follow the lead to where the Ra'zac live!" Brom's eyes light up immediately. "Genius!, it should be a simple enough matter considering how few people can actually afford this oil!" the gears in his head began spinning and he paced back and forth. "I have an old friend, Jeod. Last I heard, he lives in Teirm. He's most likely still a merchant, so it shouldn't be that hard for him to find the records."
"Okay, so to Teirm it is!" Alexander said as he saw Eragon's eyes show he wasn't that mad anymore.
"We'll need to go southwest to a pass through the Spine." Brom pointed out. "It shouldn't even be a week before we get there."
"Good night it is, then." Alexander said as he went to his spot and lay down. "See ya tomorrow."
He didn't even bother to look as Eragon exchanged thoughts with Saphira, or how Brom made a couple minor spells to return his pupil's jaw back to normal.
Somehow, he was feeling really tired, and sleep was something that sounded rather tempting at that moment.
-
The Spine had been something Alexander had felt slightly excited to see, it somehow marked the place where the whole adventure had begun. And there were enough stories that he heard from Brom and Eragon to keep him more than one day entertained.
The days were moving quickly somehow. If not being taught about mental battles or elven language, while Eragon did the same with how to care for Saphira and magic, he was most certainly progressing fast enough to give himself a joyful surprise when he managed to make a pebble float an inch from his hand.
Though compared to how Eragon was already managing to hunt with magic, it was still a beginning. Slow, but a beginning nevertheless.
Sparing between the trio had begun to turn more like a game. At least for Alexander and Eragon.
While the Rider had begun learning more about how to fight without weapons, Alexander was doing the same with bows and swords. Neither seemed too good outside their respective fields, but they were learning quickly.
Brom on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble keeping up with the two of them. Having a double session of sparing every night seemed to wear him out somewhat, and more than once he was insisting that the two young ones beat each other up rather than gang up on him.
By the time they had reached the Toark River, Alexander was noticing how much thinner he had become over the past month. His skin was starting to sport a healthy tan due to how much time he spent traveling directly under the sun. And other changes were slowly taking place. He had never felt this energetic before, nor had he ever thought it possible that he'd begin becoming stronger and faster in such an obvious way. Sometimes he wondered if it was due to what the dragon had done to him.
Two days, and they had reached the other side of the mountain, one more and they were already at the shore. They'd only need to head up north and follow the coast until they found Teirm.
Saphira had been warning them that she saw Teirm two days later.
"I'll also remain out of the city." Alexander suddenly interrupted. It was enough for Eragon and Brom to have a rather shocked and amused expression. "It should take you only a couple of weeks at most, I can handle myself." he jumped off the horse as he began walking. "Besides, two horses and three travelers are number that don't match." he waved his hand a bit. "If anybody asks, I was some traveler who you had chosen to give a ride." pausing for a second, he stared at their flat expressions. "And if something happens, Saphira can always chew on my leg while she carries me to you."
"I'm more interested as to why you don't want to go there." Brom insisted.
"I don't like very much being trapped inside large walls unless I actually need to." Alexander stated, and then connected to Brom's mind. And there's someone that would make things very complicated for everyone if we met right now he added. "Besides, boats always scared me for some reason."
"I doubt we'll manage to convince you otherwise." Brom seemed to trust Alexander's words enough to help him out. Though both were sure he'd ask questions later. "Anything you might want to say before we continue our way?"
"Actually, yes." Alexander stated. "One, be careful of curious magically enhanced eavesdroppers, you'll never know if there's actually one sitting one next to you." his eyes darted towards Eragon for a second as he went back to Brom. "Second, you'll last much less if you become thieves in the night, but it's not suggested since it could upset Eragon's education." he continued with a certain tone of importance. "Lastly, I'd think it best if I got some normal clothes." he pointed at the rags he was wearing. "I'm sure I'd call unwanted attention in these."
There was a moment of pause as Eragon stared at him with a confused gaze. "Are you feeling feverish by any chance?" he asked, looking rather concerned.
"Now that you mention it…" Alexander touched his forehead. "I do feel a bit woozy. But I'm sure it's something that'll pass if I start moving about a bit." he paused for thought, and seemed about to say something, but stopped himself. "Nah… better left for next time."
And without as much as another word, he left the road and began hiking his way up the mountain.
If you need anything, use Saphira to contact us. Brom's voice echoed through his head as he continued avoiding trees and starting to feel a bit stupid for what he was doing.
The main reason had been fear of encountering the werecat and the fortuneteller. Sure, they could probably help him out and even tell him how the black book worked in the first place. But there was a greater likelihood that they'd uncover from where he really came from, and at the moment, it wasn't something he should risk.
Need some help? it was Saphira's voice, it seemed more amused than anything else.
No, but thanks for offering. Alexander mentally replied, seeing how the dragon wasn't anywhere in sight to begin with. Not that I want to seem too forceful or anything, but would you mind if I made camp wherever you plan to stay?
I don't see why not she replied, a mental image of her general location reaching Alexander's mind a moment after. Though I'd like to know why you're planning on staying here rather than with Eragon and Brom. there was a pause as her tone seemed more concerned than anything else. Eragon insists.
I could answer, but only as long as you promise you'll tell Eragon I didn't. Alexander replied as he continued to make his way up the mountain. He knew it would be a couple of hours before he managed to get to where Saphira was intending to stay.
Okay, I told him you didn't want to talk. Saphira spoke after an hour of silence or so. So talk.
First off, let me say that I know everything about Brom. Alexander stated. Including the fact that he used to be a Rider. through the link, he could feel the dragon was startled somewhat. I also know pretty much everything that has happened to both you and the old man, and almost everything that will happen between now and when you face off against Galbatorix.
Can you see the future? Saphira was more surprised than not. For what I had managed to ask out of Brom, those who do see the future is only through small glimpses and such.
I guess that'd be for those born in Alagëisa Alexander replied. I come from someplace else entirely. there was a moment of pause as Saphira seemed doubtful of his words. But he used the moment to guide himself some and continue his way upwards.
That would certainly explain your strange scent. the dragon broke the silence after a while. But how did you come here? Surely your travel should have taken years just to get here.
From my point of view, it was more like the blink of an eye. Alexander replied. One moment, I'm in my world, minding my own business, and the next, I was standing at the entrance of the village where you found me. it was accompanied by a mental sigh. The only clue I know as to how or why I got here is in the black book. But I can't seem to make it reveal its contents.
But how come you know of us and our future if you're from another world? the dragoness aimed perfectly the question.
Because your entire journey and battles were written down on books. Alexander replied. And I liked to read books. At first I couldn't believe it, but the moment I saw you I realized it was real. pausing for a second, he saw there was a very steep part that he'd have to get past if he wanted to reach where the dragon was. Still, the story didn't have me in it, so my very presence will most likely change the outcome of many events.
So you don't want to intervene so much, else a good result can become bad. Saphira seemed to be reading his mind, even if he could tell she wasn't trying.
Among other things, but yes. Alexander nodded in agreement, though there was no one to see his nod at the moment. If things go as they should, Eragon should take several days in Teirm, learning how to read and write while they search for the records. he explained. Then, when being pushed by time, they'll steal the records and decide to head towards Dras-Leona since that's the most likely place the Ra'zac are.
What then? Saphira pushed for some more information.
I don't plan on telling anything unless you help me climb. Alexander mentally teased. As a hint, I'll tell you that Eragon will get into a mountain of trouble and break his wrist not long after we leave Teirm.
You really know how to convince a dragon. her words felt closer, and Alexander could hear the beating of wings not too far away. I suggest you prepare yourself, I won't be landing.
Then how would you…? Alexander began asking.
He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence, out of the thick fog that covered the tops of the trees, the sapphire blue creature plummeted downwards, talons extended and ready for the catch.
The first instinct to hit the human was to dodge and make a run for it, but he held himself still as he realized what Saphira had intended. And no sooner had he thought this, the talons grabbed his shoulders with enough pressure to hurt, but no actual wound being created.
A moment after, he was flying in the air, being carried away by the winged lizard as easily as if he had been no more than a mouse.
The feeling of flying was thrilling enough for him to be capable of easily ignoring the uncomfortableness of being carried by his shoulders, as well as the fear of falling down.
But he didn't manage to enjoy it for long, since they landed soon after. It was a bit rough for Alexander, but nothing happened aside from scratches and small bruises.
I could certainly get used to that. he spoke with a broad smile in his face. I actually wouldn't mind telling you anything you want in exchange for more flying time.
That remains to be seen. the dragoness dryly answered. Now, what were you talking about Eragon getting into trouble soon after leaving Teirm?
Oh, that. Alexander sighed some more as he sat down on the ground. You won't like it one bit. he continued. Even less that I'll have to make you promise you won't do anything to prevent it
Why would I do such a thing? Saphira wondered. If I can prevent him from getting hurt…
Then everything will start becoming chaotic and dangerously unpredictable. Alexander replied. If you make your promise, I can guarantee that not only will he get out of it alive, but that he'll do so stronger, wiser, more cautious and better prepared.
Fine, I'll promise not to act based on the knowledge you will give me. Saphira didn't seem that intent on keeping her word, but Alexander could at least see honesty in the creature's eyes.
Well, for starters, he'll break his right wrist while looking of something. he stated. Almost immediately after, Urgals will attack and start chase. he continued. Twelve of them, Eragon will realize that they can't escape, and decide to confront them on his own. Alexander kept his frown for a second. After casting some magic that'll keep him sleeping for two days, you and Brom will spend that time hunting down the Urgals that survived. Brom will also use this time to tell you some secrets that you will eventually convey to Eragon.
And you expect me to just let things happen! Saphira almost roared, though held back, aware that doing so could alert someone down at the road.
Let me put it this way. Alexander stared straight into her eyes, a frown in his face. If he doesn't learn the lesson through this way, then the next time he will die because he wasn't prepared nor cautious enough. he kept the glare. I don't like it any more than you do, but Eragon can't go through this without feeling pain or suffering or losing things important to him. It'll hurt him in every sense of the word, but it'll also make him stronger. Enough for him to survive his next battle.
There was a long moment of silence
I pity you. Saphira seemed colder. For you know of the dangers and pains that are to come, yet you must hold yourself from changing them. he chuckled a bit as she lay on the floor, seemingly tired and with a hint of sadness. Why are you sharing your knowledge about this if it would change things in ways dangerous to both you and ourselves?
Because there will be some events to come where I'll need you to trust in me fully. Alexander weakly smiled to himself. Those are the only ones witch's outcome I hope to change. he chuckled a couple times. Besides, how else will I get to convince you to let me fly for a bit?
It had been a little bit over a week before Eragon and Brom came back out of Teirm.
Throughout this time, Eragon visited both Saphira and Alexander on an almost daily basis. Though throughout the rest he'd be taught how to read and further his magic studies.
Alexander on the other hand was using all his free time to practice with the bow and with magic. Saphira brought him some meat every now and then so it reduced the time he'd have to spend hunting (something he also was having to practice since he lacked almost all the needed skills needed). And every now and then they'd spend time talking. Saphira would mostly ask questions about the world Alexander came from, and the young man would try convincing Saphira into letting him ride her.
The only results so far in Alexander's self-imposed training was in the magic and bow and arrow. The dragoness was very keen on not letting him ride her. Which was understandable to a certain point.
Still, the young human felt content regardless. He was managing to do some rather complex results with simple spells. It was increasing his concentration capabilities by leaps and bounds. Which also helped when he tried mental battles with the dragoness so the both of them could practice with those particular set of skills.
"We're headed for Dras-Leona." Eragon told both Alexander and Saphira in person as he handed Alexander some clothes they had bought in Teirm. It was easy to see the shock in the dragon's eyes. "The Ra'zac are most likely hiding there."
"To Dras-Leona it is." Alexander nodded, feeling contempt with the results so far as he changed to the new attire. "Anything else I should know?"
"Brom bought you a horse." Eragon stated, and noticed how Alexander's expression soured for a second. "Anything wrong?"
"No, I was just thinking about you." Alexander chuckled a bit. "Now that I've got a horse of my own, you don't have an excuse to ride Saphira as often."
"True…" Eragon himself seemed to sour up for a second. "Either way, he's waiting for us down there, we should get going."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll go." Alexander mumbled as he finished packing his things.
Are you thinking about how the presence of a third horse can change things? Saphira wondered while staring as he followed Eragon.
Mostly, yes. Alexander replied. It'll be inconvenient in the future, but nothing in the short term.
I could always get rid of one of them if it's such a problem Saphira offered. I don't really like them that much to begin with.
I noticed. Alexander commented with a short smirk.
The horse Brom had bought was very much like Eragon's and his own. Though it was of a deep dark brown color all over. It was already saddled and ready for use.
"What do you think?" Brom asked, seemingly not that really interested.
"Quite good if I may say so myself." Alexander commented while patting the fur of the beast. Not as magnificent as a dragon, but it was still well kept. "I think I'll call him Choco."
"Choco?" Eragon asked. "What does that stand for?"
"It's a sweet treat from where I come from. It's all brown." Alexander explained, feeling a bit reminiscent of most of what was missing in this world. Chocolate included. "Doesn't seem epic or important, but I guess it'll do."
"Odd, naming your horse after food." Brom dryly stated. "But I won't complain as long as we get going as soon as possible."
-
By the end of the day, Alexander eyed as Eragon walked away, and already knew what was going to happen. He looked at Saphira and gave her a mental warning. He had insisted many times throughout the past few days that things had to go as intended. Regardless of the consequences.
A couple of minutes later, he was already finding himself being hurdled next to Brom, trapped under the wings of the dragoness as she tensed up and snarling, ready for battle.
There was movement, and Alexander heard as Saphira whipped her tail madly.
"Oops!" Eragon claimed with a growl. "You could've killed me! Where's Brom and Alexander?"
"We're right here," snapped Brom's voice from behind Saphira's wings. "Tell your crazy dragon to release us; she won't listen to me."
"Let them go!" said Eragon, exasperated. "Didn't you tell him?"
"I found Urgal footprints. Fresh too." Eragon stated.
"Saddle the horses, we're leaving." Brom hurried to instruct as he stared at Alexander for just a second, then at Eragon. "What's wrong with your arm?"
"My wrist is sprained." Eragon stated. "Luckily it didn't break when I fell down, but I don't think I'll be able to use it for a while."
Alexander looked at Saphira alarmed. The wrist should have broken. Perhaps so much practicing Aikido had reinforced the joint?
"We'll put a splint on it to avoid further injury as soon as we get out of here. Try not to move it." Brom interrupted Alexander's thoughts. "It's almost dark, take Saphira and fly overhead. If the Urgals spot you, they'll think twice about attacking with you nearby."
"Wait." Alexander said. "Listen." no sooner had he said this, there was the sound of a horn being blown at the distance.
"They've found our tracks. Probably Saphira's too." Brom stated as a second horn was blown. "They're thinking of us as prey now, we have to escape as soon as possible. They don't tend to let prey get away." he pointed at Eragon. "Hurry and go with her, we'll take Cadoc with us. You'll be safe."
"What about you?" Eragon demanded.
"We'll be fine." Brom stated. "No go!"
Instants later they were galloping through the woods as Eragon flew overhead.
"Keep up behind me!" Brom stated as he began trekking through the woods as fast as the already tired horse could let them.
They kept their pace for several minutes, and began to slow down as they noticed no sounds other than their own were being heard.
"Did we lose them?" Alexander wondered for a second.
No sooner had he spoken, there was another blast of a horn, closer now than when they had first heard it. They went back into the frenzied galloping right after. Turning their heads every now and then just to make sure they couldn't see the Urgals just yet.
They kept at it for several minutes more, before both of them suddenly felt a mental tug coming from Saphira. Help!
"Eragon." they both muttered as they immediately began galloping again, seeing how the dragon passed over them carrying what looked like a fainted Eragon.
"Hurry" Brom stated as they began speeding up, though Alexander came to a halt with a realization. "What are you doing, fool!"
"Eragon stopped the Urgals!" Alexander stated while turning in the opposite direction. "Saphira told me what happened, they're mostly stunned. I'll kill them before they wake up!"
"Don't do this you moron! They could be already hunting us again!" Brom stated.
"Trust me on this one." Alexander kept his gaze. "You go with Saphira and tend to Eragon, I'll be with you as soon as I clean up."
There was a very long moment as Brom seemed about to burst in insults and commands, but he hesitated as he saw Alexander's gaze. "You better be back alive." he warned him. "I don't want to find out all my lessons were wasted on you now that I took interest."
With that said, he turned around and began galloping towards Saphira as Alexander headed where she had come from. Already casting small spells on the pebbles he had stored in his pocket.
When he got to the site, he was somewhat amazed to find at least a dozen Urgals, all unconscious if not nearly so, bashed up against trees or boulders with such strength he wondered if he could actually do that to just one without falling unconscious on the spot. Though it was clear that the one that had been ripped to shreds and had his contents bloodily spread all across the place had been the work of the dragon, not Eragon.
Quickly releasing the spell, the pebbles broke the thick sKull and killed all but two who were already almost entirely recovered. Alexander felt his strength wane enough for him to tumble a bit, but nothing he hadn't been expecting. It still surprised him how easily it had been to kill the large unconscious beasts.
"You two." Alexander pointed at them as he used the coldest and meanest voice he could muster. His spell ready to kill them at a moment's notice if anything went awry. "Tell your master of what you've seen, but be weary, because the dragon will hunt you down for the next two days. So make sure to survive."
"Who are you?" one of them asked as he stumbled to his feet. There was a mixture of defiance and anger on his inhuman eyes.
"I am the one that spared your lives so you could send the message." Alexander limited himself to reply. "Now go, else I'll prefer your master not to receive a message from one of you instead."
The two grumbled and growled at his words, but nodded and came to their feet as they hurried away into the forest, keeping an increasing pace that could have easily competed with a horse.
"That went better than expected." Alexander mumbled to himself as he turned around and headed towards where Brom had went. Already stretching his mind in search of Saphira or the old man to see where they were.
-
It took him longer than what he expected to reach them. And by the time he did, they were already setting camp and everything.
"Two of them got away before I had the chance to kill them." were the first words Alexander spoke. "The rest are dead now."
"Good to see you're well." Brom sighed, a bit relieved but not by much. "Eragon's still alive, but I doubt he'll wake up anytime soon."
"I suggest you go hunt the two remaining Urgals while I take care of Eragon." Alexander dryly stated. "I don't trust what little I know about tracking to find them before they leave the Spine."
"How did you kill them?" Brom asked.
"Magic." Alexander limited himself to answer. "Placed a rock into their heads to see if they could think better that way." he paused for a second. "Though I did notice there was something odd about them."
"What do you mean?" Brom asked.
"Nothing actually specific, but more like a vague sensation." Alexander stated. "As if they were being controlled somehow… though I can't be sure."
"Are these the words of Alexander who knows everything, or Alexander who acts like he doesn't know anything?" Brom asked with a frown in his face.
"A little bit of both." the young man replied with a short grin. "Either way, we should get some sleep now to recover. I don't think even you can hunt and Urgal in the dark."
"Point taken." Brom said while going to his spot to sleep. "I suggest you do the same."
Next time, if you tell me what is about to happen, don't make me promise to act as if I didn't know. Saphira growled into Alexander's head as he also lay on the ground. I don't know if it'd been better if I hadn't known in the first place
Good night to you too. Alexander replied.
Two days later, Eragon was waking up as Alexander had been expecting.
Though the other one was not present while Eragon woke, he did manage to come back just in time to see him scrying the elven maiden while using the surface of a small pond.
"I see you're awake." Alexander used a sour and serious tone. "Did you sleep enough or should I bang your head and see how much longer you can remain unconscious?" he saw Eragon begin to say something, but he held his hand up. "Save it for when Saphira and Brom get here. They're the ones that'll try to rip your head off." with that said, he dropped a couple of dead rabbits and a snake he had been hunting throughout the day. "You can start making amends by making lunch. I'm going to check the area and try to contact Brom."
Feeling pretty good with how he had played it out, Alexander basically strolled around the area, far enough to not see the camp-site, but close enough to be within Eragon's mind reach if anything occurred.
Though it took him a couple hours, Alexander eventually managed to find Brom's mind and alerted him of Eragon's state. Which seemed to make him hurry a bit more.
No more than half an hour later, Alexander witnessed how Brom and the dragon basically barked at Eragon to the point the young man seemed cornered. Brom was extra mad since one of the Urgal had managed to escape using a river to hide his tracks.
That aside, it looked like Eragon's bad wrist was acting up a bit, and it was decided to keep the splint until at least it stop hurting. Not exactly the results Alexander had been expecting, but close enough for the time being.
"By the way." he interrupted the verbal slaughter Eragon was going through when he felt a change of pace in the exchange of words. "Who was that woman you were looking at in the lake?"
Eragon looked at him with a mix of relief and confusion, then he thought about it for a second as Brom had eased up on the interrogation. "I don't know. I saw her during a dream I had, but I didn't think it'd work."
"I think I saw her before too." Alexander lied, keeping a frown. He noticed Brom had picked up on his hint. "But I can't be sure since I didn't get the chance to see her face."
Is she from your world? Brom mentally asked Alexander, feigning deep thought in the manner.
No, she's from this one, an elf to be more precise. Alexander replied. The same one who sent Saphira's egg to Eragon. Though my guess is she had intended it for you to find it. he added.
Brom's eyes widened with shock as he took in the information. It was clear by the look in his eyes he was thinking of something.
"You say she was in a prison cell?" Brom asked Eragon.
"Yes, it was hard to see because it was somewhat dark, but I'm certain it was a prison cell." Eragon hurried to answer, seemingly surprised by Brom's sudden lack of anger. "For what I could tell, it was near the surface as well."
"We can't do much about this right now." Brom sighed. "But I'd suggest we look through any prison cell we can come across with and see if we find her."
"What about the Ra'zac?" Eragon wondered.
"There's no change of plans." Brom replied. "We'll just spend a little more time looking for anyone inside a prison that matches what you saw. We can't just go around Alagëisa city by city doing this, so we'll follow our original route."
Alexander grinned inwardly. He was already setting the gears in motion. He had to start changing things a little more subtly. If things went well, he could manage to make the changes he had intended without any major consequences thereafter.
-
It took them several weeks to reach Leona lake, and it was very tiring to say the least.
Eragon was going through an extremely strict training since the day he had woken from his coma. And even though Alexander didn't have as much energy as the Rider, he was making up the difference with control.
Spring had begun to come forth as Brom had started showing Alexander and Eragon how magic duels worked. Though there was no practice of such since a small loss in concentration could end up killing all of them. So they merely remained training by sparing with both mind and body.
Even though Alexander was already getting used to this new way of life, he found it hard when Brom forced him and Eragon to start practice doing everything with their left arms.
Needless to say, by the time night fell, Alexander would be far too tired to even think about the mysterious black book. Since as far as he could tell it was certainly enchanted, but he couldn't find a way to undo or activate any of the magic within it.
"We should be at Leona Lake by nightfall." Brom pointed out while eyeing Alexander. "You ok?"
"Yeah, no worries." Alexander waved it off. "My mind is elsewhere right now."
"Thinking about your family?" Eragon tried a guess.
"Yeah… more or less." the young man answered wryly, trying to keep his mind out of it though always finding himself going back to the subject.
What had the letter referred to when it spoke of a tournament? Had things changed back in his world? Did his parents even know he had been gone?
It was the first time those questions had emerged. All this time he had been blocking them by focusing on his tiredness, the hunger, the changes, and even the training. But now that he was getting used to things, his mind was wandering back to those subjects rather frequently.
"And I still don't have a clue as to how this damn book works." he added while holding the black tome. Not sure whether it was actually mocking him or just an inert object. "I've even tried using magic, the damn thing doesn't seem to let me do anything on it."
"Whoever made that book, had intended for its contents to remain hidden until certain conditions were met." Brom stated dryly. "That's all I could come up with when I inspected it before. But I do not know what those conditions may be."
"It's frustrating." Alexander complained. "Sometimes it feels like this whole mess is its fault to begin with."
"You can't be serious." Eragon frowned. "How can a blank book be responsible for anything?"
"I don't know." Alexander retorted. "Perhaps the same way a completely inert dragon egg can be responsible for turning a farmer boy into a Rider apprentice?" he added. "Sometimes, it takes just one snowflake to start an avalanche."
"Too true." Brom commented.
"I just have one question though." Alexander turned towards Eragon. "I understand your reasons to hunt them down and everything. But what do you plant to do once you've killed the Ra'zac?"
Eragon didn't seem to answer, but it was immediately seen he was going deep in thought about the question.
He hadn't given an answer even by the time they were having dinner. He looked more distant than any other time Alexander had seen him wondering about something.
-
The next morning things seemed to change a bit. The first thing Eragon did was go along Saphira and take a dip in the lake.
Alexander did the same, but it was mostly because he felt it had been far too long since the last time he had showered or taken a bath, not for the enjoyment of it like Eragon.
"Stop doing that." Brom said for the hundredth time as Alexander kept the mental assault with enjoyment. "I know you want to practice, but this is getting foolish."
"Not for what I have it intended." the young man replied, gazing as Saphira and Eragon played along the surface of the lake. "When we get to Dras-Leona, we'll have to look for information related to where the Seithr oil went." he tapped his head a couple of times. "What better way to know if someone is a spy, or is telling the truth than entering their mind?"
"Stop that!" Brom said yet once again, blocking the slippery tendril that had almost managed to enter undetected. "It was forbidden to Riders to enter anyone's brain without permission for a reason." he growled a bit. "Besides, if you like getting into others mind so much, how about you join forces with Galbatorix? He will surely teach you new tricks in that manner."
"If I were interested in that, I wouldn't be here, now would I?" Alexander tempted. "I don't care much about morals and rules right now, my main objective is to help you find where the Ra'zac are as soon as we can and get out before things get too complicated."
"You know something, don't you?" Brom frowned, this time it was him who was attempting to enter Alexander's mind. Beginning a mental tug of war.
"I know everything that will happen the moment you cross those gates, yes." Alexander stated dryly. "And I have to keep the act that I don't. Less things will take a turn for the worse."
"What are we going to encounter there?" Brom asked, nervous all of a sudden.
"Trouble." Alexander replied briefly. "Lots and lots of trouble."
-
Almost a week later, they were riding into the large city.
The stench that had been barely noticeable before permeated even their clothes. It was almost familiar for Alexander, but Eragon seemed the most affected by it.
The scene wasn't pretty either; it was easy to see the vagabonds dying of hunger laid out everywhere. There was enough disease around that Alexander was pretty sure that just a cut here would kill him of the infection.
"I'll go ahead." he instructed Brom and Eragon. "There's a place I used the last time I came here, it's called the Golden Globe. I'll be there at dusk."
"Be careful." Eragon said.
"No, you be careful." Alexander snapped. "Out of the three of us, the Ra'zac don't know about me. You two are the ones in danger right now." he then stared at Brom. "There are spies everywhere specially near the palace and cathedral. Or at least that was the case the last time I came here."
"If anything happens, contact us." Brom stated as he tapped his head.
"Don't worry, I will." Alexander replied as he hurried towards the cathedral first.
Though the moment he got there, he saw plenty of worshipers of that strange cult going in and out, so he pondered his possibilities for a moment before taking another route, headed for the palace this time.
His mind was mostly focused on what he knew would surely happen after they escaped Dras-Leona, he had to figure out a way to prevent the Ra'zac from killing Brom.
Several possibilities crossed his mind.
He could attempt killing them before they escaped Dras-Leona, or he could wait for the ambush that would occur after and take care of them then and there.
Or simply, he could just make certain that the Ra'zac wouldn't pursue them past the city walls. It would keep them alive for when they were truly going to die by the book and it would also keep most of what would occur later intact.
Though if he wanted to do this, the best scenario would be to plainly stop Brom from sacrificing himself in the midst of battle and this way his interference would be reduced to a minimum.
But that also placed another problem in his path. Murtagh was to appear soon before Brom's death. And with the death of the old man, Eragon would head to Gil'ead in search for a contact so he'd go to the Varden.
Surely, Brom himself would most likely oppose this idea if he were still alive. Mainly because he believed Eragon was still too inexperienced to partake in a war against the Empire.
Every time he tried to look for a way to make things move while keeping Brom alive soon encountered several walls of resistance and trouble. It was like trying to solve a puzzle that would crumble the moment he tried to move any one of the pieces.
He had to find an answer soon. Before they had to escape from Dras-Leona preferably.
Luckily, he wasn't the sort of person to give up when he found trouble. Less so if it involved the death of someone he had grown fond off.
