Okay here we go again. I've got some things to say before I start. Firstly, I am very, very sorry that it's been so long since I last uploaded. I have been very busy, and also I have been writing my own book!
Secondly, the 4th book of the inheritance cycle is due to come out in Australia, America, Canada, New Zealand and some other countries on November the 8th!
Thirdly I would like to have a minutes silence for Christchurch, All areas affected by the Queensland floods and cyclone Yasi, and the victims of japans earthquake and tsunami. One more thing, I'm very sorry I'm so terrible at filler, long chapters and starting stories. Also I'm temporarily discontinuing all other stories, so I can focus on this one.
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Chapter 10: truths pt 2
"What!" Eragon yelled, "That's impossible!"
"I imagine that this has come as a bit of a surprise to you, seeing as it goes against everything that you've been taught, but please Eragon, rider of saphira, hear me out."
"Very well." he replied "Finish your tale"
"Thank you, 10,000 years ago they witnessed the landing of the elves at Alageisia, and the following dragon war, I think you call it 'du fryn skulblaka'?"
"Aye, we do." Eragon said.
"Eventually my ancestors began to die off; when the other elves joined with the dragons, they doomed my ancestors, taking both their magic and immortality.
As the years went past, more and more were dying, and less were having children. In ten years they went from over 300000 of them to just fewer than 10,000. Sadly the phoenixes and gryphons were also declining, at an even greater rate.
In order to protect them from extinction, my ancestors bound them to be like dragons, hatching only when the time was right, and binding themselves with riders. Sadly this proved disastrous; within 2 years everyone in their village was dead, except for three people: my parents, and the last elf, apart from the ones now bound to the dragons, who was still capable of magic, he bound the last eggs of each race to the elves, but then something went wrong, they also bound them to the humans, who had just visited Alageisia.
After several more years those three people began to travel south.
As the three of them went they, my parents at least, fell into a deep slumber, they suspected that the spell caster had something to do with it.
Anyway, somehow they lived, in this slumber until around twenty-five years ago, soon after which I was conceived.
Sadly they both passed away when I was ten, but before they died they told me everything that I just told you.
As Murtagh finished saying the spell his entire body burst out in agony, but soon it passed.
'Thorn, it worked!' he said mentally.
'Murtagh, how am I going to be freed?'
'Don't worry; there must be something in that book.
Murtagh flipped through the book until he found a spell that seemed promising.
"Okay then thorn, Iet blak iet lam."
'I flap my hand?, Murtagh how is that mea…' Thorn broke off as pain racked through his body.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I flap my hand, flame all you want