Rya: Daughter of the King

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Author's Note:

Chapter Fourteen: Dragons, Magic, and Threats OH-MY.

Galbatorix cleared his throat. Shruiken, are you ready?

Yes Master, the black dragon replied.

A sneer crossed the King's face. "Let's do this," he stated. The giant dragon's muscles tensed underneath him and the wings pumped once and soon the huge creature was in the air. The army of over ten thousand men cheered behind him and they all charged towards the small Varden encampment less than a half a mile away.

King Galbatorix planned to slaughter everyone and take the three riders and the Varden's leader for himself. It wasn't like the elves were going to come to their rescue or anything.

A smirk crossed his face. This was going to be fun.

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Eragon jogged through the camp as the white tents fell to his left and right like they were bowing. The Empire's army was approaching fast, and they didn't have very much time to prepare. He had tried contacting Master Oromis for hours to no avail. Arya had devoted herself to the task after Eragon had asked.

Rya and Murtagh were both in different parts of the camp helping. His job was to find Roran and the rest of the Carvahall crew.

The young rider stopped a couple people on the way, trying to locate his cousin, but nobody knew anything.

"Roran? Does anybody know where Roran is?" He asked while running in zig-zags through the camp.

A young soldier pointed toward the river. Eragon nodded in thanks and ran in that direction. Of course, without thinking, he arrived at the river expecting to find his cousin, but that was not true.

For it wasn't his cousin awaiting his arrival, but the Empire's Ruler... King Galbatorix atop Shruiken.

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Rya lifted and folded two tents in quick succession with magic. She had found that when you used magic to put things away, it only took a fraction of the time to complete the task. She grinned as the tent fabric stacked themselves neatly a couple feet away; creating a pile of cloth about two feet high.

"Wow," said a male voice. "You're really getting good,"

Rya spun around to see Murtagh sitting and leaning against a tree watching her. "Don't you have something else to do?" She asked.

"I've already finished."

The teenage girl scoffed sarcastically. "Oh really? Then why aren't you helping me?"

Murtagh grinned and Rya noticed a thin piece of grass sticking out of the corner of his mouth. "And what are you doing with grass in your mouth? You're not an animal!" She scolded; a hand resting on her hip.

"Maybe, maybe not," he said, turning away Rya's gaze.

"What?"

"You sound like somebody's mother,"

"Murtagh!"

"See?"

Rya was going to make a snappy comeback, but she realized that she did actually sound like somebody's mother. She closed her mouth quickly and narrowed her eyes at the other rider.

Murtagh smirked.

"What was that?" Rya asked.

"What?" Murtagh asked innocently.

"That--!" Rya started but was interrupted by an sudden thought that entered her head, with a tone that she didn't recognize.

Rya, come to me or your friend dies.

"Who...?"

Murtagh looked up at Rya from where he was on the ground. "Who what?"

Rya shook her head. "Something's wrong,"

"What?" Murtagh asked again.

"I don't know, but someone just mindspoke with me telling me to come or my friend dies. Who's my friend?"

"I'm your friend,"

"No, no, that's not what I mean. I mean, who's gonna die? And where do they want me to go?"

"Um, why don't you try talking back?"

"Oh, I never thought of that."

"That's what I thought."

Who is this? Who's going to die? She asked.

Come to the Jiet River, or your friend dies, answered the ominous voice.

Who is this! Rya repeated, preparing to push the presence out of her mind if she had to. Who is going to die?

Eragon... the voice said before withdrawing away into inky blackness where Rya could not seem to go.

"Eragon!" She exclaimed aloud. "Eragon's in trouble!"

Murtagh practically leaped to his feet. "What? Where is he?"

"Jiet River," she said; brushing past him and running through the middle of the camp with Murtagh right on her tail.

Allaster, meet Murtagh and I at the Jiet River. Bring Thorn and Saphira; Eragon's in trouble. She thought urgently. Help us,

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"I will try to end this quickly." Galbatorix said; his voice cold and lifeless.

Eragon stood paralyzed; not by fear, but by some unknown force that Galbatorix had summoned with the ancient language.

"How would you like to die, young rider?" He asked. "Should I break your neck? Or maybe chop you into mince meat with my very own sword? Maybe even dropping you from a great height? Cremation? Heart attack? Or torture; break every bone in your body slowly and keep you awake the whole time?"

Eragon couldn't answer; he was too busy concentrating on breathing.

"I do believe he would not like to die at all." A voice said.

Roran...

"Let him go, Galbatorix,"

Go... you'll get hurt...

I am not going to leave you, cousin. Not now, not ever,

Galbatorix smiled evilly. "How sweet, but you are much weaker than your cousin, and I will be able to destroy you as easily as if I were snapping a twig."

Ooo... Galbatorix is gonna snap Roran like a twig. Actually, don't believe me, 'cause I'm the author. I can change the storyline whenever I want to. Well, we're getting close to the end here. I hope all of you who have been reading this story are satisfied with the ending. When it's over, and you think it should have a sequel, tell me, and then I need ideas!

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