Chapter 10. Du Fryn Skulblaka

"I will have nothing to do with this madness!" Ahmar screamed throwing down his Dauthdaertya, "Neither will any member of my family." Ahmar had just been elevated to Elf Lord.
"Ahmar be reasonable!" Laetri yelled.
"I am reasonable." He turned to Queen Tarmunora, "Milady you have my sword, but I do not condone the practice of summoning spirits." He kissed her hand and left the council chambers.
Tarmunora sighed, "Laetri is this necessary?"
"If we wish to win the war-then yes your majesty."

Tarmunora was dressed in her golden armor like a goddess of war. She rode a white Elf Stallion ahead of the Elven army marching out to meet the Dragons. Eragon stood by watching as his father came up to him.
'Forgive me Father, but I have never killed anything in my life."
Ahmar smiled, "I remember the first time I killed-it is not an easy thing to get over-Stay here my son in the city with my blessing. He kissed Eragon on the forehead and joined the Elven Warriors. It would be the last time Eragon saw his father or mother alive.

Akir rode a white stallion across the ashen forest of the western half of DuWeldenvarden. "My Queen-A Dragon army is waiting for us-It numbers five hundred strong and they are lead by that Silver demon."
"The rest of the Dragon army is off in the skies somewhere waitin to attack us from above!" Laetri said.
"All archers to left and right flank and all Elves wielding Dauthdaertya to the forefront-We will take them head on."
The Elves let out a thunderous cheer and charged the Dragons on the ground, but their shouts of war were drowned out by the roars of the Dragons descending on the Elven army. The archers fired their arrows into the air, but the Dragons fanned their wings and dispelled the arrows. Tarmunora leapt of her stead into the air, "Steirn risa!" She yelled rising into the air stabbing her Dauthdaertya into the chest of a Dragoness. Both she and the Dragoness hit the ground and when the dust settled Tarmunora stood on the Dragoness' chest holding her Dauthdaertya in the air yelling. The elves spurred forward as Dragons charged both from the air and the ground.
In the heat of battle Akir fought like an Elf possessed by a Shade. He flowed from Dragon to Dragon dealing death blows and leaving bodies in his wake. That was until he knocked off his feet by a white Dragon's tail. Akir spit at the Dragon as it towered over him, that is when Ahmar leapt onto the back of the Dragon and stabbed him in between the shoulders. Akir rolled to the side as the Dragon came crashing down. Ahmar smiled at Akir, "Look out!" A lime colored Dragon swooped down snatching up Ahmar in his moth and flew off. Akir got to his feet recovered his Dauthdaertya and rejoined the fight.
Tarmunora was badly injured by the Silver Dragon and Miora was killed trying to get her off the battle field. Laetri pointed his hand at the Silver Dragon and threw it across the battle field. His strength diminished by half as he grabbed up the queen and took her off the field.

A rider came galloping into the city, "The Dragons have been beaten-the Dragons have been beaten!" The Elf leapt off his horse and posted the names of the wounded, dead, and missing on a board. Eragon refused to read the board and waited at the entrance to the city. The battle had lasted three long days and the victors were returning. Over seventy thousand Elves rode into battle and now only eleven thousand three hundred and nineteen returned.
Rhunon fell to her knees in tears as they carried her beloved her beloved Sorin back on a cart. Laetri walked up to Eragon and placed his hands on Eragon's shoulders. "I'm sorry son-both your parents were killed in battle-Your father died saving Akir's life and your mother was killed by the Silver demon." Eragon looked over at Akir who was being carried on the shoulders of the other Elves. "They are calling him the Dragon Slayer-He killed more Dragons than anyone and he faced down the silver demon removing his right claw."
Eragon shoved Laetri and screamed charging the field and tackled the Elves carrying Akir. "How dare you come back alive and leave my father dead-You don't even have the honor to carry his body back."
With just a glance Akir struck Eragon with an invisible force and sent him flying nine feet. Akir now stood over Eragon with his foot in his chest and his Dauthdaertya which he Dragon's Bane in Eragon's face. "How dare you! You coward! You don't even deserve to be called the son of Ahmar and Miora-They died fighting for their people while you hid hear in the city with the children and the old-Perhaps if you had been on the battle field then perchance you could have saved his life-As it were I searched many days for your father's body-It was nowhere to be found-Your mother was chewed up by a brown Dragon and then burned by a pink one." He pushed harder with his foot into Eragon's chest and his Dauthdaertya drew blood from Eragon's cheek. "Because your father saved my life on the field of battle I shall spare yours, but if you ever cross me again I will forget what your father did and use Dragon's Bane to remove your head." He kicked Eragon in the ribs and walked away.
While most of the Elves joined Akir, Ileai knelt beside Eragon and healed his broken ribs and the scratch on his face. He spent the night at Ileai's family home as a guest. Her Father had fought in the battle as well and he too had died. Ileai's mother had come home from battle, but she was at the palace celebrating with the Elves.
"I am a fool." He said with his head in Ileai's lap.
"You are not a fool-I love you Eragon son of Ahmar-I chose a kind and wise Elf-man to be my mate and I could not have chosen better."
Ileai's words offered little comfort, but her presence and words Kept Eragon from falling into depression over his father's death. Du Fryn Skulblaka is what they called the war between the Elves and the Dragons. Their war was bloody, long, and much of Alagaesia was laid to waste because it. It was in the beginning of the third year that Ileai died in the battle of Silthrim. The Dragons tricked the elves into thinking they were building a nest in the city. A combined force of Werecats and Dragons ambushed the group. Eragon and Ileai were serving as healers, she died in his arms.
The surpressed emotions of loosing his father and mother came boiling to the surface, that combined with the loss of Ileai drove Eragon into a deep depression. Like Rhunon he closed himself away from everything and everyone. He hated the war and all the death it was causing, ('I wish I was dead too!") Eragon thought to himself. He got and started walking through the city of Ellesmera and headed towards the forest in search of death and peace at the hands of the Dragons.