Empire: The Final Battle
Chapter 8: Red Eyes
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Eragon and the group were now flying back to Surda, the gleaming egg sitting in between Eragon and Arya. Eragon had not trusted her with the egg in case she disappeared in front of him and dropped it.
Saphira, don't head back to Aroughs, that would be where Galbatorix's army would come from. Continue towards Reavstone, and turn off towards the Varden.
As you wish.
Saphira altered her course, heading instead towards land but traveling up the coast. They stayed this way until Saphira said
The Varden are just across from us now, if we head back to land, we can make it by tomorrow evening.
Aye, set course for land. Saphira glided left towards the shore and beyond. They headed in this direction until nightfall.
I am tired; we shall rest in the forest. She said, indicating to a small wood, just off the Burning Plains.
Aye, agreed Eragon, yawning. Saphira landed with a soft thump and allowed Arya and Eragon to jump off, where they started a fire and settled down for the night.
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Upon arriving at the Varden, the travelers headed towards Nasuada's tent. The guards admitted them, and they presented themselves to the leader, Saphira from the doorway.
"Milady" said Eragon, bowing.
"You have returned" she said, smiling.
"Aye, and victorious!" He offered her the shimmering egg. She stepped to take it, mesmerized. She cradled it as one would a baby.
"We must keep this safe, until it can be taken to Ellesmera, where it will be safe."
Eragon nodded. Just then Jarvis, the messenger boy ran in, panting.
"What is the problem?" asked Nasuada, alarmed.
"Red – red dragon approaches – from over –over the Hadarac des -desert." He gasped, clutching his knees.
Nasuada's eyes widened, and her face turned stony. She rushed outside, followed by Eragon, and Nasuada. Men rushed around, trying to pull on their armor. They were joined by Roran. There, in the sky, coming towards them as promised, was The Red Rider. And someone else. He sat behind the Red Rider, wearing emerald green armor, matching Murtaugh's in design. Both had their helm up.
With a roar, Thorn landed in the middle of the tents. The two rider's quickly jumped off and assumed battle stance. Several men rushed in, only to be dispatched with the flick of wrists. Both armed men turned their hidden faces towards Eragon, Saphira and Nasuada, and they started fighting their way towards them. They got through easily, leaving the rest of the men cowering at a distance. Eragon, Saphira and Nasuada assumed battle stance, as did the riders.
You take the green one. I shall take Murtaugh with Nasuada. Eragon nodded, shooting an angry glance at the red-clad man. He turned his attention to the green man. He stood and drew a long, thin blade. They stood there for an un-measurable amount of time. Finally, he struck, the blow parried by Eragon, barely. He swung around to Eragon's left side, trying to hit him. Eragon dodged, then attacked his un-guarded side. He was alarmed at how easily he blocked his blows. He aimed at his head, which the green man ducked.
Through his mental link, he could see that Saphira's fight with Murtaugh was struggle, as much as his own. He turned his attention back to the other, just in time to see an attack coming in at his left side. The blades' crossed between them. Just then, Eragon noticed the blade held in front of his face. A long, thin one, of Elven make. He gasped and reached forward, tearing the helm from the man's face.
Lon, black hair fell behind his shoulders, who was not actually a he. Once again, Eragon stood, face to face, with Arya. Eragon stumbled back, dropping the helm in horror. She leered at him. The whole battle field fell silent as everyone stared at her, even the battle with his dragon, Thorn, Roran, Nasuada and Murtaugh paused.
"No…" he gasped.
"Yes" sneered Arya. "You didn't really expect me to forgive you for the incident in Helgrind did you?" she asked. "I could not trust you." She said menacingly.
"Why?" He croaked.
She laughed at him, a cruel laugh. "Galbatorix understands people, Eragon. He does not push until something breaks."
No… said Saphira through his mind. It – it cannot be!
Arya lunged forward, striking at Eragon. He stepped back with the force of the hit. They continued fighting, for seconds, minutes, hours, days. He did not know. All he could think was; no.
"Arya" he croaked. "You don't need to do this."
"Oh, but I do," she struck at him again, her red eyes glaring at him.
…
Red eyes? He checked again. Instead of their beautiful emerald, they were a deep maroon. Eragon Gasped.
Saphira!
What is it?
Her eyes, look at her eyes! He saw Saphira glance over, her blue orbs widening.
They are red! She is being controlled.
Aye, this is wrong. Do not hurt her, I must get her out of it.
I wont if she doesn't you. He nodded.
"Arya" he grunted, holding off one of her attacks. "This is not you! I know you are in there! Fight the control!" Her strength weakened slightly, and her eyes widened.
"That's it…" he encouraged. Her eyes suddenly darkened again and she struck harder then ever.
Suddenly Arya kicked at his legs, catching him off guard. He fell to the ground, and his blade was swept away with one powerful stroke. She pointed her blade at his neck.
"Arya, no, please."
"How is this." She gloated. "Eragon Shadeslayer, pleading. You are worthless."
"Arya," he pleaded. "You must break free. You are my friend, and you are being controlled. Fight it, or you will kill Saphira, Nasuada, Roran, and… me." She stood silently.
Arya, shut her eyes tight, grasping the side of her head. He knew of the battle inside her mind. The blade did not move from Eragon's neck. Arya exhaled sharply falling to her knees, eyes closed. As she did so, the blade slipped across Eragon's neck, leaving a slight trail of blood.
Arya opened her eyes. Eragon got ready to punch, but saw pools of inky green looking back at him.
"Eragon" she breathed. A loud ferocious roar could be heard in the background.
Eragon! Yelled Saphira. She sped flew towards him.
No! Saphira! Don't! She is- but it was too late. Saphira swung her tail at Arya, swatting her into a wall. She slid down it and lay motionless.
"Arya!" screamed Eragon, rushing over. He grabbed her and rolled her onto her back. Several stab wounds were found where Saphira's tail spikes had ripped through the flesh, she was bleeding badly.
"No!" he cried, examining her wounds. "I cant heal them." He sobbed. "They're too deep.
Saphira came away from the battle.
Eragon…
It's ok. Don't say it.
Arya coughed and opened her eyes. He stared at her sadly. She smiled weakly.
"Arya, I am sorry-" she pressed a weak finger to his lips, shaking her head. She coughed, and this time brought up blood. He stared at her in horror.
"No," he sobbed. "Arya, you can't – can't die!" he touched her face with his hand. She smiled again, for the last time, then closed her eyes, and fell back in his arms. He hugged her close, sobbing. A light hand touched his shoulder. He ignored it, until it didn't leave. He looked around and saw Arya's Spirit Child. She was slightly transparent, and held the same smile as Arya had a moment ago. She knelt beside him, smiled one last time, then reached towards the elder Arya. She was pulled into Arya's body, and all her wounds started to heal.
Finally, Arya opened her eyes. She looked at Eragon, and smiled. Eragon smiled, tears in his eyes. He hugged her close. She broke away and took his hand, standing up. They nodded and went back into battle.
Murtaugh had Roran at sword point, and didn't know what hit him when Eragon smashed into him. Arya appeared next to Roran, who saw her and tried to punch her. She blocked it easily then handed him his hammer which he had lost during the battle. He took it, startled, as Arya ran off towards the fight between Murtaugh, Eragon and Nasuada.
Seeing he was surrounded, Murtaugh jumped onto Thorn who had landed from his fight with Saphira, obviously after receiving a telepathic instruction. He growled.
"Well meet again, brother." He turned to Arya "Look after him" he stated, leaving the rest of the group puzzled. And with that, rider and dragon became a dot in the distance.
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Author's Note:
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A short chapter compared to the last, but hey, what can I say. Y'know I have introduced a new idea each chapter: Arya being captured, the new egg, spirit child, Arya being under control, but what do I have in mind now? MWAHAHAHAHA! I tell, you, this original fic is about to get even MORE original! If not with the idea, then the way I tell it!
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