Rescue

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Trianna bent down and watched the cat sized dragon slowly crawl out of its egg. Trianna was amazed. She had come to Uru'baen with the thought to serving Galbatorix for the greater good. She never in her wildest dreams imagined to become a Dragon Rider. "Well? What are you waiting for? Touch it!" demanded Galbatorix, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

Trianna turned to look at Galbatorix, and then extended her hand to touch the dragon hatchling. As soon as the two beings touched, Trianna felt a searing pain throughout her body and flinched. When Trianna recovered from her pain, she looked down to her palm. There, glowing bright, was the gedwey ignasia, the sign of the riders. Trianna looked up to see Galbatorix smiling down at her. His smile her shiver.

"Congratulations Trinanna, you are now the forth Dragon Rider of Alagaesia. You will now need to be trained in magic and swordplay. You will be trained by Murtagh and me while your dragon will be trained by Shruikan and Thorn."

"Yes my lord," said Trianna weakly.

Trianna suddenly felt an alien presence touch her mind. She opened her barriers and let it in. Trianna knew that it was her dragon though it couldn't talk yet. She suddenly felt several different feeling through her head. Amazement, surprise, hunger and weariness. She looked down to the dragon who was staring at her with intelligent eyes. "He's hungry" said Trianna to Galbatorix.

"Well go to the kitchens and get some food for him. I have more important matters to take care of. After the food, just take one of the free rooms and make yourself comfortable. Tomorrow, your training starts." Galbatorix walked towards his throne room.

"My king! Does the dragon need a name?" asked Trianna.

"That is not yet important. Training is your main priority."

After the King left, Trianna made her way to the kitchens with her baby dragon in her arms. After a filling meal, she went and found an unlocked and unused room. It was simple but cared for by the castles many servants. She placed her dragon on her bed while she snugged up in her blankets and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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Dared was being dragged outside the palace by the twenty men. "Where were the elves?" he thought, he knew there was no hope now, even if he called out the password for the Varden in Ceunon to attack, it would come to no good. They would be crushed.

Hragal, the leader of the men that captured Dared, was explaining about how good the king was and how the opposition would be crushed by his mighty powers. "You were stupid to oppose the King, he is almighty and powerful and knows all. Now, I will give you one more chance to surrender to him before I execute you."

Another brainwashed by the king Dared thought. He sighed, "No, I will never surrender to that cursed king of yours. He is nothing but a mad man."

Hragal tightened his grip on him. "When we exit the palace door, I will kill you. Others of the Varden will see their leader's body and come. They will fall into our trap and we will kill them all."

He was dragged outside of the palace. Hragal raised his sword and was about to swing when suddenly, he felt a gust of wind from above. He looked up, before he realised what happened, a dark blue caped man landed in front of him and grabbed his arm, stopping the sword in midair.

Hragal was shocked, a bit shaken, but he still managed to shout out, "Who are you? What do you want?" The newcomer stood still and didn't reply but tightened his grip. "Lay off me!" demanded the intimidated Hragal. "Men! Kill this old man."

The twenty or so men drew their weapons and surrounded the dark blue caped man. They were all creeping forward slowly, nobody wanted to make the first move. When his men got closer, Hragal threw a punch with his left arm towards the man's face, but before his fist reached the target, Hragal found himself being thrown into air, screaming.

"Attack!" Hragal's men shouted and jumped forward.

The dark blue caped man pushed Dared away, then drew his own sword, as soon as it came out of the sheath, a great amount of energy came out, at the same time, his dark blue cape rose up, flying in the air and sounding loudly. All Hragal's men felt a storm of wind blowing at them with hot sands, before they could run away, a wave of force blew them backwards into the air, screaming just like their leader. They landed right after Hragal did, fifty or so feet away from the came-from-nowhere dark blue caped man. Hragal was pleased to find that, though badly injured with pains throughout the body, he was still alive. He got up,"Le… le… let's… let's go!" he shouted to his men, they too, all injured but alive got up and followed him. "I… I am, cer… certainly, go…going to tell the King about thi…this crazy, crazy old fool."

Having watched Hragal and his men leave, the shocked and relived Dared came to his saviour, who had just sheathed his sword back and dusted his robe. Dared had another good look at the man, still not believing his own eyes. His words finally came out, "Br…Brom? Is that really you?"

The dark blue caped man looked as if he didn't even hear him, and walked away, leaving behind an awestricken Dared. "What?!" Dared woke up and ran after him. Before he got far, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. He turned around, to see a maroon horse sprint towards him. He stepped aside to let the horse pass. Dared then saw his saviour mount the horse and ride off into the distance.

A/N: A bit on the short side but it'll give you a bit to ponder on. Please R&R