Islanzadi turned fitfully in her sleep. The elf queen rolled back and forth, her dreams haunted by images of death and shadows. In the forest beyond her bed chamber, a solitary wolf howled at the glaring hunters moon, the blood red orb dominating the night sky. As a second wolf joined in the lament, Islanzadi jerked awake, her body soaked with sweat. The elf queen staggered to her feet, blinking rapidly to drive the nightmarish images from her mind, but the dream persisted. Trapped in her own mind, Islanzadi hurtled through a world of moonlight and shadows. Up a long winding road towards a dark castle. In her minds eye, Islanzadi saw an army of corpses marching out of the castle gates, a solitary armored horseman at their head. Millions of bats fluttered through the air, and hundreds of massive wolves raced through the forests surrounding the castle. A single light shone from a window in the tallest tower, pulling Islanzadi towards it like a outside the window, Islanzadi watched a tall figure rise from a kneeling position beside a large bed. The figure turned to the window, and Islanzadi resisted the urge to scream in terror. It was the creature that had defied death in her very hall. The lower half of his face was covered in blood, rivulets running down his neck and over his finely crafted plate armor. He grinned, then gestured to the bed. Following his gesture, Islanzadi peered through the window at the bed. A corpse lay on the white sheets, her throat torn out, blood staining the sheets a deep red. Then Islanzadi saw the figures face and screamed. The figure was her.


There is something incredibly special about leading an army. It is a feeling of power, of invincibility. I have that feeling now as I ride at the head of my court. My nightmare's flaming hooves scorch the grass we pass over, leaving trails of fire and the scent of brimstone behind me. Tauer flies far above me, his corpse dragon screaming a challenge to the land we shall soon destroy. To my right, Aleksander rides at the head of my household knights, the standard of my court held aloft in his right hand. Behind my retinue comes the creatures of darkness. Large wolves, their jaws flecked with spit, as well as flocks of ravens and crows, their harsh cries cutting through the silence of the forest. We left the tower behind us an hour ago, the ruined building toppled to create the bridge needed for us to cross the river. Now I ride in the direction of the elven city, an army at my back, and my powers greater than ever before. This land will know the name of Heinrich Von Carstein, even if I must carve it into the very bones of this land. The Wolf Court has come, and we shall leave only death in our wake.

A loud explosion makes me look up. A blue blur flies at Tauer and his mount, slamming into them with a burst of flame. The elves' dragon. I stay for a moment to contemplate the death of the blue dragon and it's rider, then spur my mount onwards, the rest of my retinue following in my wake.


Eragon reeled back in shock as he caught a real glimpse of the massive dragon. Large holes punched clean through it's wings and body, some areas of it's body rotted away leaving only bones. The dragon was a living corpse.

Saphira! What evil magic is this!

I know not Eragon! Saphira replied, the blue dragon's mind filled with fear. Nothing should be able to bring the dead back to life.

"Entlegen!" snarled the undead dragon's rider. "Sie sind nicht wert töten!"

"You will regret coming here monster!" Eragon called back, his sword Brisinger flashing in the sunlight.

"Sehr gut." groaned the rider, drawing a long sword from a sheath on his back.

Suddenly, Eragon was falling. He and the rider were locked in a vice like grip, hurtling towards the ground. Above them, Saphira screamed in panic and fury as the corpse dragon prevented her from saving Eragon. The massive dragon clawed and bit at Saphira, it's blows making the younger, weaker dragon reel. As Eragon cried out in concern, the rider slammed a fist into Eragon's stomach, punching through his armor and crushing his ribs. A second thunderous blow with the hilt of the rider's sword shattered Eragon's jaw, nearly knocking him senseless. A third blow, this time to Eragon's sword arm, resulted in a agonizing cracking sound as Eragon's arm snapped. With a kick to the stomach, the rider pushed off Eragon, to land lightly on the ground. Eragon however, was not so lucky, landing with a crash spread eagle on the ground, his back fracturing as the force of the landing flew up his spine.

"Ich sagte ihnen, um aus meinen weg jugend." murmured the rider. A screeching cry came from above them, and Eragon watched in horror as the undead dragon plummeted towards them, Saphira hanging from it's jaws like a rat. With a whoosh of air, the dragon dropped Saphira on the ground, it's rider leaping up to his saddle with inhuman agility. Eragon watched powerless as the pair flew off towards Ellesmera.


Tauer smirked as he flew away from the ruined boy and his dragon. Rather sad really, the old blood dragon reflected, he really had to stop leaving these arrogant upstarts alive. It would eventually come back to bite him in the ass. Nevertheless, Tauer spurred his dragon on, maybe in this city of elves, there would be a foe worthy of death at his hands.


Entlegen: Get out of the way

Sie sind nicht wert töten: You are not worth killing

Sehr gut: Very well

Ich sagte ihnen, um aus meinen weg jugend: I told you to get out of my way boy