A cold wintry day in Carvahall.
A little girl in a heavy coat walked past a fenced enclosure, observing pale white bones lying within the area. She held her mother's hand as she pointed to the remains.
"Mommy, what are those?"
"Those were Urgals, sweetie. Our Fuhrer declared them a menace to innocent people like us and decided to release them from their lives. They did not really have a conscience and were just waiting to be ended."
The girl peered at the many horns and think streaks of white on the frosted gray grass.
"My schoolteacher told me that this place is called a concentration camp." She said.
"Yes, it is, sweetie. It is to concentrate the enemy and make them disappear. I think there are only a few tribes left." Her mother said.
She paused for a moment.
"I remember on a poster that our Reich has cleared many Urgals along the Spine. They counted over 40,000 skulls when they started the 'cleaning' about four months ago."
The little girl looked up to her mother, her blue gaze flickered slightly with uncertainty.
"Don't worry, they can't hurt us anymore. Our Fuhrer made sure of that."
(Meanwhile, back at the capital)
"Chancellor Eragon, you look stunning in this portrait!" Exclaimed an elderly artisan. "This will be lovely for Alagaesia's art, and for its propaganda!"
What stood before the Fuhrer himself was a large body-portrait of him. He wore a clean, simple yellow uniform while holding a jet-black cane on his right hand. His chin was tilted up to face the world.
"It is a wonderful work of art, as great as your other masterpieces, maestro." Eragon complimented.
During the past four months, he asserted himself as the ruler of the unified commonwealth, an achievement which many people greatly supported him for. He remembered just after becoming Chancellor, he decided to have diplomatic talks with King Orrin.
King Orrin conversed with Eragon and told him that though he did care about Surda's independence, he thought it would be better to be annexed and added to Alagaesia to help their relations and economy. Though with one condition.
"I want to be the ruler of this province, but I will swear fealty to you. Also, please do not harm my- our people, Fuhrer."
Eragon knew it would be suicide for his people to attack his Reich, and understood his decisions. He ended up respecting Orrin because of that.
"We humans must unite and band together. I will not do something rash as threatening Surda."
"Thank you, Mein Fuhrer." Orrin said with great relief.
Eragon, with the help of Saphira, the Eldunari, and some legions of the Alagaesian and Surdan armies, performed an expedition to the Spine to exterminate the Urgals once in for all.
And he did.
Some of his advisors invented what they called a 'concentration camp', which concentrates the Urgal populations and made them disappear. In order to make their bodies disappear faster, ovens and smokestacks were made to incinerate the bodies, producing a light, ashy-white powder on the rooftops of the buildings in the overly active concentration camps.
It was a wonderful sight to behold, Eragon thought.
He strolled outside to the wilted, snow-covered gardens of the capital's palace. The Fuhrer walked around, often focusing his eyes on his dancing white breath in front of his face. He stopped at the center of the gardens, where a single steel rod stood, alone and isolated from the brown knee-level shrubs in the vicinity.
On top of the rod, was the head of a woman impaled into the spike.
Specifically, a rather youthful-looking elvish woman. Well, once youthful, as her rotting gray skin clung onto the edges of the bones of her bloodless, lifeless face. With a tarnished interwoven crown on the top of her head. Eragon wanted to leave her crown where it is, to remind him that he decapitated the ruler of the elves.
"How is your day, Arya?" Said Eragon. "It is a little chilly outside, don't you think?"
He remembered visiting her in the elves' capital as a peace-talk, since many elves were getting slaughtered in the north (mainly because of the industrial and magical militarization of the Alagaesian armed forces), so few remained in their army. The elves were ageless, so they had an almost non-existent replacement rate of their population. Queen Arya surrendered and asked Chancellor Eragon to visit her. He and his advisors knew it was a trap, though. He had the word of power- his trump card, and proceeded with a great plan to rid of this continent of elves once and for all.
He flew with Saphira to Du Weldenvarden about two months ago. They made it to the central area of the elves' capital and calmly dismounted Saphira and strolled into Arya's wooden citadel.
"Nice place, don't you think?" Eragon assessed quietly to Arya on her throne, surrounded by her bodyguards and about a dozen other elves with high political standing. Firnen, a great green dragon, crouched just behind her throne, almost as if he was about to pounce.
"Well, we have come to surrender, Eragon." Stated Arya. "Do you have any conditions you want to mention?"
"Hmm…" Eragon hummed. He intrinsically knew that she just wanted to hear what he has to say before she ambushed him. He was curious to know what she or others may say before they attacked him.
The air was tense throughout the building. There was not a break in their silence for two minutes.
"I, the Fuhrer of Alagaesia, will be courteous and hear what you have to say first." Answered Eragon.
Arya narrowed her eyes.
"First of all, Firnen wants to know what you did with Saphira? He can tell because he watched her as she landed here with you. Also, what happened to the Eldunari and the elves on the ship to the east? Don't tell me you…"
"I enslaved the Eldunari and Saphira, made her infertile so she can't lay eggs, forced her to destroy all the eggs on the ship to end the dragon race, since they are a great danger to all other races in this evil world of ours, killed all the elves singlehandedly, and torched the ship. I commanded them not to speak with any elf ever again."
Arya stiffened. Firnen roared.
"Why, Eragon?" Exclaimed Firnen, a distraught, deep voice coming from his direction. "You cruel filthy troll, I will burn you for vengeance!"
"Eragon, I never thought you were worth my time or anything to this world!" Said Arya. "You were just a creepy simpleton trying to be a big guy, but I didn't realize someone this stupid would stoop this low." Scathed Arya. "KILL HIM!"
Eragon smiled as a jet of green fire and many streaks of magic were all coming to where he stood.
"Jierda!" He said, pushing all the enemies back with the power of the Eldunari.
Then he spoke the word of the ancient language.
He then executed all of the frozen elves, Firnen, and lastly… Arya.
She watched in horror as Eragon mercilessly killed her kind and her beloved dragon. She stared, frozen in place from that word as Eragon sprinted up to her.
He spoke directly to her as the citadel caught fire from Firnen's remaining fire onto its walls (no elf here is alive and unfrozen to douse the flames).
"Aye, Arya. I am a simpleton. I never wanted to be a Rider nor do anything for the Varden. But I became strong to protect my people, the only people whom I can trust. We are the pure master race of this world, and we shall take over the world and cleanse whomever is not us, and stands in our way. You elves never learn. You elves keep killing my people, no matter how innocent they are. You let your shitty dragons eat my people. No more. This is a quest, a personal quest of mine. This is a personal journey of a man's redemption set against the backdrop of his struggle to save his country. I am that man struggling to save my country. My struggle."
Eragon's eyes brimmed with tears, perhaps for the last time.
"I will now take back this world forever. Goodbye Ayra."
She screamed as Eragon sliced through her neck with his sword. Her tears cascaded down with her head onto the worn wooden floor of the citadel. The crown which adorned her head fell off her brunette hair. Eragon caught the crown with his free hand, sheathed his bloodied sword (which was made by an elf wtf lol) and grabbed her hair on her freed head.
Eragon reminisced that time as he focused back to the present to look upon the frozen head of the last queen of the elves.
All the elves and Urgals died.
The last dragon cried.
The people cheered for their Fuhrer.
They now have a future.
Eragon looked at the sky, seeing soft white rays of the hidden sun emerging from the hue-less clouds.
The future is brighter now, his kind better than ever.
A fine Reich it was, truly.
Holy shit this is so fucked-up hahahaha.
Though I may be pissed at the series, I actually enjoyed the relationship between Eragon and Saphira (especially in the first book), despite their ridiculous and messed-up flaws. I really wanted Paolini to have Eragon date and be with Saphira because their connection was much less forced and purer than the clusterfuck with him and Arya for most of the series. Too bad the author is a pussy and let Saphira get boned by some random character in the end because he was afraid of some interspecies shit. I swear this book series could have been hundreds of times better if a more competent writer took over and wrote a way-better, fleshed-out book series. The first book was nice, I will give him credit for that. The dragons were ugly af though. Why are their horns antennae and not HORNS? Angela the witch and a bunch of other characters introduced in the first book are swept aside later on; did the people of Carvahall really had to move; too much Mary Sue; too many retcons; the cat-people was kinda interesting; the political dynamics after the first book sucked; the Ra'zac context was quite interesting thoughout the story; why can't Eragon not be an asshole, especially in the last two books, idfk; I wish Saphira had a little more emotional sensitivity, as she functioned like a robot/simple steed for Eragon in the second and fourth books; how did two naked elves with the dragon tattoo and a tree heal Eragon, I call bullshit on that; Eldunari WAS interesting, I will give Paolini credit for that; the last battle with Galbatorix was the reason why the entire fucking series was a waste of time (except for the first book); Eragon and Murtaugh and their dads (Brom and Morzan) was kinda weird-but-interesting; I really wanted Eragon to have sex with Saphira, way better than the lame banging while flying, doesn't make sense, fuck you again, Paolini; the vivid description about Oromis's elf balls was NOT NECESSARY; the dwarves in the story- eh, it's fine; too much plagiarism, plot-wise, character-wise, and creature-wise; some battle sequences in the fourth book, such as Eragon's cousin leading an attack through a river into a city-fortress with shields was interesting; why is Saphira's tongue covered in barbs, most reptiles and terrestrial predators (except felines) do not have that; canines don't, mustelids don't, hyenas don't, humans don't, bears don't, eagles and hawks don't, many other carnivores don't; Saphira has big-ass sharp teeth, wtf why she needs such a tongue; also her eating people made me instantly dislike the entire series and Paolini; what the fuck was Galbatorix doing the entire time throughout the story; Nasuada's pain contest against her uncle to decide who will rule over the Varden was FUCKING STUPID (then he disappears lol); how did King Orrin learn modern chemistry during the third book, idfk; shouldn't Saphira scold Eragon for being a creepy little shit to Arya, idfk again; Arya's mom vs that one guy in the fourth book was not a great battle; why was Galbatorix evil, like there was no direct evidence/indication whatsoever throughout the series that he was a giant asshole (except torturing Nasuada); how did Murtaugh learn the word of power at all, idfk; why did Eragon commit such heinous acts of war, like preventing a butcher from ever seeing his daughter ever again, killing people for fun, breaking their skulls and necks, etc.; the worm-torture thing in the fourth book was freaky-but-interesting; at least there was some calm moments between action/conflict sequences throughout the story, but not enough; Eragon is a psychopath for various reasons, you can look it up and see (and also learn how not to be a shit writer); Eragon nor Saphira were emotionally conflicted at all throughout the story, that's not psychologically normal; I could go on even more hahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this trollfic!
Also read Longing Heart by Locolo and other ExS stories if you hate the ending of Inheritance Cycle.