Ello peoples! chapter 2 is up and ready! hope you like it! i updated it so if you have read these already... they are changed a bit! hope you still like them but...i think Hina is sleep so no problems.....phew XD)anyway... Thanks for the reviews!! i decided to put both angela and arya in!! You forgot the disclaimer... I don need one! i already put one in!! couldnt one more hurt? Yes baka.... anyway she doesnt own any of the inheritance books or anything in the... just the plot of this story... *chucks keyboard at head* anyway.... hope you enjoy it and please review!!!
Soft murmurs entered Eragon's consciousness. His tired eyes slowly tried to make out the blurry faces that surrounded him. Faces of elves and humans began to manifest itself to him in the dim room. He groaned and slowly sat up with his hand upon his face. The murmuring stopped and the other occupants of the room turned to look at him. Eragon removed his hand and looked at them in confusion. He turned to see a young elf leaning against the wall; probably sleeping.
"Where am I?" he asked his voice sounding dry and hoarse. An elder looking male elf walked forward and looked at him expectantly. Eragon jumped back in surprise almost up the wall. His cry awoke the elf that also gave a start.
"Hey! He's awake finally!"
"Huh? What?"
"Lad," the elf said, "he is the one who brought you here after you were injured. Eragon froze.
"Saphira!" No answer.
"Where's Saphira!" he cried jumping up. The younger elf and the elder blinked turning to each other.
"Back at Flam," they answered. The elder elf opened his mouth but paused as a commotion was heard just down the hall. He groaned and opened the door angrily. He stomped out and shouted and the crowd.
"Quiet! What's…" he stopped and smiled sheepishly before bowing.
"Pleased to see you Lord Vreal."
"It is good to be on your guard, Rakr," A man (I think he is a man but I'm not sure XD) smiled, "But make sure you know who you are shouting at." The man paused and looked into the room. He frowned and walked in with Rakr in tow. He pointed a finger accusingly at Eragon.
"You, boy, are despicable." Eragon grimaced.
"What did I do?" the man sighed.
"Do not play dumb with me."
"H…h…huh? I don't know what you're talking about! I…" he paused, "What exactly did that spell do?" The man sighed and Rakr rolled his eyes.
"I should have started correctly," he smiled, "my name is Vrael Leader of the Dragon Riders, who are you?"
"What?!"
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"Angela," Islanzadi asked, "What exactly do you propose we do? You must know where Eragon is." Angela nodded and smiled.
"Yep, foolish boy he is. Very soon he will plunge deep into the world in which he lies. The world we know now will cease and become a void in which no one can leave nor enter. Eventually a new one will be put in our place. Nothing here will change Nothing. We will fight forever. Die forever if he messes up even once." The leaders froze in shock.
"What do you mean?" Orik asked her and everyone else nodded.
"Well, he has been sent to the past. Someone should go after him to make sure he doesn't mess it up too much. No… not at all. He will surely mess things up."
"Who and how?"
"Who is up to you, but how I can figure out."
"Why should we trust you? What's in it for you?" Angela paused and her eyes clouded over for a few seconds. Looking up she smiled her weird annoying smile once again.
"I personally don't want to live this life forever and can do nothing about the king."
"Really? Is that so? I should hope so. Then who do you propose we send?" Orik moaned.
"Well, we should send someone who knows Eragon, and the land of the past well," said Nasuada.
"How about Arya?" said Orrin. Islanzadi agreed and so did Nasuada.
"I'll go," Angela offered slightly timidly.
"No!" they all shouted at once causing her to jump back in surprise. "Well, it seems I'm not very much liked but I know the situation better than anyone else. I'm going. I'll see if Arya will accompany me."
"Alright, I agree."
"Huh?"
"Same."
"Fine." Angela smiled in triumph. Yes I will… please wait for me!
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Murtagh sat calmly before his bedroom window. The stars sparkled softly looking down upon him.
"What do you want?"He cried out to them as they called out. He grumbled but stopped when he saw Thorn sitting on the ground below. Climbing out his window he jumped down beside him. Thorn turned around and looked at him strangely.
"What?" Thorn did not answer but looked from him to the window several stories from the ground numerous times before looking back at the stars. The pair watched the stars in silence before Murtagh spoke.
"Do you think Eragon was right? Can we really change our true names?" Thorn turned to look at him with one of his ruby eyes.
"Yes, it is possible. For you, yes, me no."
"What? What do you mean?" Murtagh asked in alarm.
"Do not worry. The king does not truly know my true name. My race is different than yours. We are… one. That is why the dragons of the riders found it a huge accomplishment to mate a wild dragon. The wilds are more… connected."
"I don't understand."
"Don't worry, in time you will."
Murtagh grumbled but gave in. They lapsed into silence once more. They were interrupted, however, by a familiar mental calling.
The pair stood up and walked nervously into the castle. Guards lining the walls eyed then nervously but did not move. The dark stone absorbed the light and- to him- the occupants. They stopped when they reached the great black doors to the king's throne room. Opening the door, they walked in. The Rider and dragon bowed then looked up at their king. "What is it that you wish, my liege?"
The king eyed him for a few minutes before standing.
"You shall go after your brother. You must bring him to me, alive. He must not change history!" Murtagh frowned and mumbled under his breath.
"I wish he would."
"What was that?" Murtagh paused than smiled.
"Yes, your Majesty."
"Good. Now… Losna Wyrda un malthina." A familiar white glow began to form around Murtagh and Thorn as they faded to nothingness. Galbatorix smiled. "Now he better not ruin things. Again"
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"Impossible! How can that be?" Vrael raised an eyebrow at him.
"What is this, you delinquent?"
"How can you be Vrael? Vrael died over 100 years ago!" All occupants of the room stood in silent amazement. But, Vrael showed the most shock, he stared at him stunned.
"I do not understand you, boy. Keep your tongue and your wits to yourself, boy especially now. Blodren du Shur'tugal (I know not very original right?) is beginning." Eragon cocked his head in confusion then jumped in alarm.
"You!" he shouted.
"Me?" said a young girl pointing at herself. Vrael turned and looked at the girl.
"Do you not recognize my daughter? By the way… what is your name? I forgot to ask."
He already asked…"Uh…uh…Eragon."
"Why thank you, Eragon."
"But…"
"Now what?" he growled in irritation he was starting to get on his nerves.
"What is your name?" he asked the girl.
"She smiled a toothy smile as a ginger (I think that's right XD) cat leaped into her arms.
"I'm Angela and this is Solembum."
"You have got to be kidding me!" he cried placing his hands on his head.
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"Arya, are you ready?" Angela asked the elf next to her. She nodded and Angela stretched out her hand. "Thverr wyrda."
What do u think? wat should happen now? i writing the story but its funner...
... and easier 'cause shes lazy...
*ahem* well not really funner.... wait what was i talking bout again??
u were bribing people for reviews
no i wasnt! i was asking!
see? now u remember. please review so she will shuttup...BYE!
Oi!... well bye!! i will try to update soon! ja ne!
