Well the good news is there is a new chapter, the bad news is a few people have 3rd degree burns. I hope you aren't one of them. Sorry again my readers about the delay. On with the story.

Disclaimer: this feels like a broken record; I do not own Eragon in any way, shape, or form. Except for the plot, that is all my own.

Chapter 10

Brom cursed. How could he have been so stupid; of course the Razak wouldn't just leave their prisoner unguarded. He stared at a weird combination between a lizard and a bird of some sort; A Lizird, a creation of Galbatorix meant to imitate a dragon. They were used to kill off the rest of the dragons after he lost his own little group of followers. Looks like the Razak are using them now; though from the smell they haven't been taken care of properly. He hoped Eragon wasn't near, a hatchling was no match for one, let alone two of these monstrosities; even if they were naturally blind.

Brom slowly advanced, it hadn't heard him yet, though it did know something was in the area; hence why it called a warning to its rider, he needed to be quick. He was able to reach Roran without much confrontation, but was at a loss at how he would move him. It would be too tiring to use magic and just dragging him would make too much noise. He glanced at the beasts trying to find him, he was lucky he was down wind of them, however they didn't seem to be looking in his general direction.

Brom frowned; they knew he was here so why weren't they searching for him? One suddenly turned and lunged toward a group of trees. A blue blur quickly escaped before it was crushed. Brom was surprised at there being someone else here and grew worried when he saw who it was. Eragon, or maybe the hatchling, was currently glaring at the Lizirds as if he could, and would, take them on right then and their. Brom, not caring anymore about giving away his position, called out to Eragon for help; they needed to get Roran away now, before the Razak came to investigate the Lizird's call. Some of the furry seemed to leave Eragon's eyes as he turned to Brom, but returned with force when he saw who was lying bound at Brom's feet.

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Eragon was confused; why was Roran here, tide up of all things. Did he miss something when he hadn't returned home? His confusion, however, was crushed by Sapphire's fury.

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She could smell Eragon on this helpless human. Quickly running through his memories, an ability she came across by accident, she could see he was family. How dare they take her soulmate's nest brother. How dare these abominations challenger her and what was rightfully hers. She turned away from the aged human that was making odd sounds; coming face to face with her kind's enemy. All she could see was red.

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Brom stood by helplessly as his cries were ignored. The hybrid had charged the two lizirds. Brom still didn't know if Eragon was in control or not; though he wished he was, that way he could just knock some sense into him. Of all the stupid things to do, Eragon had just done the worse possible option, Brom would not be of any help to him in this fight; however, now that the lizirds were busy Brom had his chance to get Roran out of there.

Never taking his eyes off the battle in front of him, Brom proceeded to take Roran as far away as he was able to. Hoping against hope that Eragon would be all right. His current problem; however, was clutched in his hands. Roran still hadn't woken up, even after all the noise that was being caused. Whatever was wrong with him was serious and needed to be looked at yesterday. Brom increased his speed as his resolve increased as well. He had been good friends with Garrow, he would never be able to face him in the afterlife if he didn't do all he could to protect his family until he stopped breathing.

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Eragon knew that Sapphire was getting tired and wasn't doing well against these bizarre creatures. He continued trying to get past the wall of anger that surrounded her conscious. Whatever part of his mind she was in; it was one good defense. He gave it up for a mental rest.

Turning his attention back to the fight, he had to admit he was impressed; a hatchling against two adult... whatevers, she wasn't doing badly. She wasn't losing, but she wasn't winning either. Only able to watch, he scowled at his helplessness. He had seen Brom drag Roran away from the fight, so he didn't have to worry about his cousin, but there didn't seem to be anything he could do to help his little friend.

As he got angrier a strange feeling started to well up within him. He gradually grew uncomfortable as if he was too full. He grimaced starting to feel actual pain from the feeling, but not knowing what to do. He needed to unleash it, not knowing how, Eragon quickly focused on the fight; trying to distract himself from the pain. He could tell that Sapphire was badly wounded on the left leg and was having trouble dodging, because of it. She was currently focused on the one in front of her; but Eragon could see the other going around behind them from the corner of the eye. He tried to warn her, but couldn't and the feeling was getting worse. He could barely focus, he had to warn Sapphire or else they would be done for if she didn't dodge that sneak attack.

He focused on the feeling trying to draw it out. His was filled with pain now that he concentrated. He had to release it, but how.

A word seemed to come to him as if it was whispered into his ear. He focused on that word and looked at the lizird slowly moving behind him. He focused on the feeling as much as he could and shouted out Brisingr.

A ball of blue fire shot from the hand that, he hadn't realized, was currently pointing in the lizird's direction.

The creature, taken by surprise, was hit head on, it's feathers quickly catching fire. The cries of pain snapped him out of his state of shock and let him focus on the other lizird who had stopped attacking at the sight of its mate hurting. Sapphire seemed to be in a state of shock too. As soon as Eragon snapped out of it he was in control. He quickly took aim at the other lizird and, focusing on the strange feeling, said Brisingr again. The second was just as surprised and quickly tried to put the fire out. Eragon took his chance to get away and went after Brom. As his form disappeared into the brush. Two other larger forms appeared to see the mass of chaos.

The Razak were not happy at all.

A/N:

Phew that was pretty good concidering I haven't been able to look at this for two months. I hope you like; I would like to apologize again for the delay, I still don't understand why it would let me log on. Oh well, this is Dragon taking off again. Please leave a review in my cave or else I will be forced to sneeze on you.