A/N: 50 reviews! O.O I was not even hoping for than many by the end of this!
Disclamer: I don't own Eragon!
Eragon awoke, feeling very week. He blinked his eyes, and saw the dark sky above him.
'Where am I?' He thought.
He sat up quickly, searching for someone to tell him where he was. He saw Saphira, asleep on the ground, and Thorn who was also asleep. *CRACK* Eragon's head hit the ground, sending a bolt of pain through his skull. Eragon sat up once again, ready to face whoever had attacked him. He was shocked to see Arya, standing there. She looked angry. No not angry furious.
"Arya!" he said in shock.
"What possibly possessed you to do THAT?" She yelled, anger burning in her voice. Eragon followed her pointed finger to Murtagh, who was passed out on the ground. He saw a hand next to him, and Murtaghs right had that was connected to his arm was more pale than all the rest of his skin. Then Eragon remembered. Memories flew at him. Confusion, uncertainty, pain, exhaustion, fear.
"Well?" a furious Arya asked.
"I don't know!" he whispered, so quiet the elf had to lean in to hear what he was saying. "I thought that, maybe, if he didn't have the same right hand he would be freed from Galbatorix..."
"Well we don't know if that will work! And I seriously doubt it! Do you know how much energy it takes to grow a new hand? Obviously not! Thanks to you, you, Saphira, Murtagh, are close to death! AND all the plants and animals within 3 miles of here are dead! Thank goodness you had enough since not to take energy from the varden!"
Arya stormed away, muttering about how immature he was and how she couldn't believe that the day before she had called him wise. Eragon just sat there, staring at his hands, taking in the extent of his actions. He had acted without thinking, and he regretted it.
Beside him, Murtagh stirred. He looked up at Eragon. "What happened?" Murtagh asked, looking down at his hand.
"I did something foolish" Eragon said, with a slight chuckle.
"Well whatever you did, thank you." Murtagh said, starting to grin.
"What?" asked Eragon.
"You freed me! I can't feel Galbatorix anymore!" Murtagh sounded like a child who had just received the greatest gift in the world. Eragon started to smile. "Welcome to freedom!" he said, embracing his half-brother.
Coming to his senses, Eragon tried to contact Arya. Her brain was strongly barricade, but he could since she was still angry. So he contacted Bloodhgarm instead. "shadeslayer? Thank goodness! We were starting to worry about you!"
"Please tell Nasuada to meat me five miles north of our camp. It is urgent" He said, ignoring his bodyguards first comment.
"As you wish" he responded.
"Is something wrong?" Murtagh asked, staring at him.
"No, I was just asking Nasuada to come meet us here." he explained "she will need to make the final decision of what to do with you, even if you are free."
"Oh." said Murtagh, looking worried.
"Do not worry." he said, trying to encourage the red rider "I'm sure she will let you help fight. Although Arya will be very upset..."
"I know I have done some bad things!" Murtagh said, sounding offended "but I have been forced. will she wont forgive me?"
"She will be hard pressed to. You killed her mother" Eragon said, sounding madder than he intended. Murtagh looked confused, and then realization crossed his face.
"was her mother one of the elfs I killed the other day?" he asked.
Eragon laughed "not just one of. Her mother was the queen" Murtagh looked surprised.
"Shes a princess?" he whispered.
"Aye." Eragon said, standing. "Now prepare yourself, I hear Nasuada approaching."
Nasuada stood in front of Eragon and Murtagh, looking like she did not believe the story she had just been told.
"So you are completely free?" Nasuada asked.
Murtagh nodded.
"Very well." she said, sounding relieved. "Swear yourself to me in the ancient language, and you may aid us in our quest."
"With all due respect 'mam." Murtagh said, sounding hesitant. "The only person I will swear myself to is Eragon." Nasuada didn't look surprised at all. In fact it seemed as though she had been expecting it. "All right." she said "then do so." Murtagh muttered the binding oaths, spitting out the words sounding hateful. Eragon knew it was because the last time he had said these words was when he was bound to Galbatorix.
"It is late" said Nasuada "Get some rest. Tomorrow we attack Dras-Leona.
Eragon could feel the blood pumping through his veins. They were nearing Dras-Leona. The well protected city had just come into view. Eragon was surprised by how much it had changed. Their was a second wall, now surrounding the city, and the whole entire perimeter was surrounded by solders. Eragon contacted Murtagh, who was flying besides him "Start to work on the front gate. We will get rid of the archers." Eragon felt his mental acknowledgment. They were within the archers reach now, closing in on the city. Eragon whispered one of the twelve words of death, and he saw half of the archers fall. The rest of the arrows bounced off Eragons wards. He felt the drain of his energy as the wards took effect.
Saphira swooped low to the wall, and grabbed two of the remaining archers in her talons, doping them to their doom seconds later. Once again Saphira flew close to the wall, this time Eragon jumped off her back onto the wall, rolling to lessen the impact of the fall. He quickly stood up, while drawing brisingr. A group of 10 confused archers stood before him. The first to recover drew his sword and charged Eragon, with a fierce yell. "Brisingr" Eragon whispered, and his sword burst into flames. The solders face turned pale when he saw the flames.
Eragon killed the man with one slash from brsingr. He killed the rest almost the same way. The archers killed, Eragon joined Murtagh at the gate. Seeing that the gates were protected by wards Eragon cursed. "I should of anticipated that!" he thought, as he mounted Saphira.
Saphira and Thorn let out a jet of flames simultaneously. It did not even touch the wood because of the wards. 'Don't worry little one!' said Saphira 'Nothing can stand forever against a dragon, and we have two!' She started clawing at the wood, taking down chunks at a time. Eragon couldn't help but chuck at her enthusiasm.
Soon they had broken through the first gate, and arrived at the second. To Eragons dismay, this one was more heavily warded than the last one. Shouts brought Eragon from trying to weaken the wards. He looked around to discover hundreds of solders poring out of the houses that were built into the wall. "Murtagh!" he shouted aloud "Help me with the solders, Saphira and Thorn, keep trying to weaken this gate!" He quickly contacted Arya, who was still mad at him, and told her he need her and the other elfs "Fine" was her only response.
Eragon jumped off of Saphira, reading himself for the oncoming assault. He ran towards them, sword held high. And as he attacked the first man, he stabbed him. Not hesitating a second. He ran through the men, like he was slicing through butter. Everything became a blur, as it always did when he was fighting.
Sometime in all of this, he became aware of Arya and several elfs fighting by his side. Eragon jumped into the air, bringing his sword down upon a man who had been foolish enough not to wear a helmet. Sweat covered his limbs, and his breath was slightly labored. Eragon glanced around, realizing there were no more solders he walked back to the dragons. They had just broke through the wards, and had torn down the gate. They had access to the city.
For the next few hours, Eragon spent his time running in and out of homes, killing all the solders that he had encountered. Several times Eragon was forced to use magic, because of the large forces that attacked him at once. Saphira, was fighting without Eragon for the time being. She was occupied elsewhere.
Suddenly, as Eragon broke into an especially large house, he became aware of several strong presences. Each were in a different room. 'Bloodhgarm.'
'Yes shadeslayer?'
'get Arya and other elfs. Meet me here quick.' he said as he sent him a picture of the house he was in.
'as you wish'
Eragon advance into what we thought was the living area. There stood a lone figure, his or her sword held in front of them. "I was wondering when you would get here shadeslayer." the man hissed "brisingr" Suddenly Eragon was attacked by a large fireball. Eragon jumped and dodged it, just before it hit him. The man ended the spell before it could catch the house on fire.
'a magician!' Eragon thought in alarm. He quickly charged the man with the speed of an elf, the man blocked the first few blows, and tried a couple of more time to hit Eragon with magic. In the end Eragon prevailed. Eragon noticed a faint glowing coming from the mans body. Eragon removed the mans cape, and discovered a amethyst the size of his fist. It had an enormous amount of energy, and on it was the rune for fire.
Eragon shoved it into his pocket and ran out of the room, just as the elfs arrived. "There you are" he said. "There are powerful magicians in here! I had trouble killing the last one, and there are several more. Follow me.
Eragon and the elfs separated, each taking on one magician. In 10 minutes they had killed them all, and collected 7 more of the weird jewels. They didn't have time to think about them then though. They departed together, and headed for the castle. Ready to overcome the man in charge of Dras-Leona.
A/N: well...yes those stones have significance and I will go into that in the next chapter.
This has not been edited so do not comment of spelling or grammar.
Does anyone know what the head person in Dras-Leonas name is?
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