(Drake POV)
The hall was too dark for a human to comfortably see, but Drake had no reason to worry. He wasn't entirely human after all, but no one knew that.
He was dressed in all black. Black breeches with a black tunic. Black leather boots on his feet. To finish the look off, he had a black robe thrown on over his regular clothes with the hood up so no one would be able to identify him if they were to see him.
After checking one last time to make sure that he was indeed alone, he slunk forward to the door surrounded by magical wards. As he went about circumventing the wards, he thought how Galbatorix was too arrogant for his own good. It was that arrogance that would eventually be his downfall. He believed he could make everyone be loyal to him, and the one's that he couldn't make loyal he would kill. He never thought someone would dare to betray him in his very own domain. How wrong he was.
This was the moment Drake had spent years waiting for. He knew this was what he was supposed to do, and he knew this was the time to do it. Drake had spent the years he had been waiting gaining the trust of the evil tyrant. Making the king believe he was his most loyal subject, willing to do anything for him, just to get to this moment here.
Drake listened to everything the king had said to him over the years. Being so confident in his magical ability Galbatorix had told Drake every enchantment that lay on this door, and the objects behind the door. Never for a moment believing Drake, his right hand man in Urû'baen, would betray him in this way. Alas, it was Drake's destiny.
The wards on the door disabled, Drake checked once again to make sure no one was near this area. Satisfied he was still the only one around here, he slipped quietly inside. Sitting on two magically guarded pedestals were two of the last three dragon eggs left in the world. One was a polished dark blue with thin veins of white spider webbing across the surface. The other one was the same as the first, except it was a dark ruby red color.
He didn't have time to stop and admire the beauty of the eggs before him. He got to work right away on disabling the wards the mad king had set around the precious eggs. As soon as he was done with that, he stuffed the eggs into the sack he had brought with him. Taking care to be gentle as he hurriedly fled.
Surprisingly, no one gave chase. Drake wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the fact that Galbatorix was not trying to get the eggs back already must mean something else important must have happened. No matter. Drake didn't know where he was supposed to take the eggs, but there was a compulsion within him to head towards the Beor Mountains.
He had always had feelings like this in his life, and they had never led him astray. So he decided to follow this feeling, and head towards the Dwarven Kingdom.
(Eragon POV)
"I had wondered where I had sent it. I am pleased to see that it is safe." Eragon was relieved to see the dark emerald stone like egg. He reached out with his mind to feel the dragon inside peacefully sleeping as he had been when Eragon had sent him away, but there was something a bit different about the hatchling. He was more aware of the world outside of his home, but not fully. It was like something had begun to wake him, but it was not powerful enough to fully rouse the green dragon.
"You are the one who sent it?" Arya asked curiously.
"Aye. I am. You said you were delivering it to the Varden?" Eragon directed his question towards Brom, after briefly answering Arya's inquiry. He saw Arya's face fall from the corner of his eye, but paid no attention to her.
"Yes. We are." Brom gruffly replied.
"Very well. I shall accompany you there, if you don't mind?" He politely asked of Brom.
"Of course not, Eragon."
"I thank you for rescuing me. I am in your debt." Eragon bowed to each of them before standing and walking away. He needed time alone to try and figure out why the dragon's mind was different yet the same. What changed him? I wish I could ask him.
Frustrated with his thoughts not providing any of the answers he searched for, Eragon decided instead to go to the stream close by to bathe away the filth that had accumulated during his imprisonment. The cool water was refreshing on his skin. He could not remember the last time he had taken a bath. As he was pulling his breeches on after his bath was done he heard the sound of footsteps approaching his location. He rested his hand on the pommel of Brisingr waiting with bated breath for whoever it was to show themselves.
Breathing a sigh of relief when it turned out to just be Arya he pulled his tunic over his head to finish getting dressed.
"May I help you, Arya?" Eragon asked, not rudely but not kindly either.
"I've never met an elf before. I was just curious is all." She replied.
"Well, I am not in the mood to satisfy your curiosity tonight. So, if you would excuse me, it is getting rather late." Without another word to the human female, Eragon turned and made his way back to the clearing Brom and Murtagh sat in.
The next morning, they began their trek to the Varden. It was going to be long and arduous journey, and Eragon was worried about the humans. He did not know if they were up to the task at hand, but he did not say anything to them as the horses started to move. They had offered for Eragon to ride with Arya, but he had declined. Being an elf he could easily keep up with the horses on foot.
After a long journey, they finally came upon the valley of the Varden. He watched as Murtagh got more and more anxious the closer their journey got to being over. I would imagine he doesn't want to go to the Varden. Being the son of Morzan, first and last of the Forsworn, is not something the Varden would look kindly upon. Eragon thought to himself as he ran slightly ahead of the three horses.
They finally made it to lake Kó'stha-mérna. At the lake's far end, a broad sheet of water tumbled down a black cliff into boiling mounds of froth. Eragon had already began to make his way towards the door that he knew was hidden in the cliff, while the two young humans had stopped confused as to what they were supposed to do. Brom, seeing that both Arya and Murtagh had stopped told them curtly, "Let's go, the both of you."
That seemed to spur them into action, nudging their horses forward. Eragon magnified his voice with magic so he knew he would be heard through the thick stone door.
"Aí varden abr du Shur'tugalar gata vanta." He spoke confidently.
Two twelve foot thick doors opened in the cliff, revealing a broad tunnel nearly thirty feet tall that burrowed its way into the mysterious depths of the mountain. A line of flameless lanterns, known as Erisdar after the elf who invented them, filled the passageway with a pale sapphire light that spilled out onto the lake.
The guards who had opened the door all stared in shock at the elven man as he walked into the tunnel.
"We had heard news that you had been captured, Ambassador?" Eragon heard a rough voice speak. He looked down to see the dwarf, Orik.
"I was, but that is a story for another time, Master Dwarf." Eragon responded casually.
"I suppose you'd like to see Ajihad then?" Orik questioned with his eyebrow raised, knowing he would hear the story then.
"You would be correct, Orik." The elf replied.
"And your companions?"
"Of course. Do you not recognize me, Orik?" Brom stepped forward revealing his features by sweeping his hood off.
"Brom? I had not heard that you were coming!" Orik exclaimed. The former rider and the dwarf had always been good friends before Brom left to wait for the new rider.
"Indeed." Brom said with the closest thing to a smile that you'll ever see on Brom's face.
"And what of the other two? Are we just going to let them walk in without being assessed?" A bald man in purple robes questioned.
"They are with me. They do not need to be assessed." Eragon spoke coldly. He never did hide his dislike for the bold man and his twin brother.
"So you speak on their behalf?" The twin asked.
"Yes."
"As do I." Brom spoke from behind Eragon.
"Very well then." The man spoke with a clenched jaw.
They were then led to Ajihad's study. The dark skinned leader looked up as they entered after being told to.
"Eragon? Brom? This has made for a very unusual week indeed." He spoke, astonished to see them in his study at this time.
"What are speaking of?" Eragon queried.
"It would be easier to show you." Ajihad ordered one of his guards to bring something in. The guard did as told, returning to set a bulging sack on the desk in front of the leader of the Varden. Ajihad glanced up telling them to prepare themselves, and he slowly revealed what was in the sack.
"How?" Eragon was the first to speak in a low voice that broke with some emotion no one could identify. For the elf, and everyone else, was staring at the other two dragon eggs that complete the trio left.
A/N: Well, that was chapter 3 of Eragon Rewritten. What did you think? And for those of you wondering, we will be seeing Drake again later on in the story.
