Before I start, I would like to respond to a certain review.
It's a dog's life (anonymous): They only state that if a rider dies, then so does his dragon in the movie. In the book, Oromis states that a dragon or rider does NOT die if their partner does, but usually does one of several things. They may continue to serve the rider council, or may follow their partner into the void, or pass away into madness. Besides, because of the king's spell, they weren't really connected anymore.
So the first part is kinda everyone's POV, the next is Eragon's, then Esmor's, then Eragon's, and then a surprise character's. I think that this is my longest chapter yet, if not, then it is extremely close.
I like this chapter as it is full of twists, turns, and misleading.
PS: I want to remind all of you that my beta sending is STILL not fixed.
Disclaimer: Only Esmor belongs to me.
Battle Preparations
The elven sword dived towards Thorn. It pierced his neck and flew went right through his scar. Arya, what are you doing? He is on our side!
You have much to learn Esmor, she gasped, and he is bound to Galbatorix. He cannot betray the king as long as he is bound by his word.
She withdrew her sword, and jumped down from Thorn. In the moment that she hit the ground, Esmor flooded her with memories of their conversation. She gasped and fell over from the combination of shock and recoil. She got up and brushed off the dirt.
Eragon and Saphira were still flying overhead, unsure of what to do. Arya, we need to help him! We can't just let him die from this…misunderstanding! She nodded, and then jumped back onto the red dragon. Arya took off her gloves, and let her gedwëy ignasia shine the hole in his hide. "Waise heil!" Eragon and Saphira dove down, obviously alerted by Arya.
He jumped down from Saphira as she was still diving. He landed next to Thorn, and then jumped onto him as well. "You start healing, I'll repair his innards."
I…can't…b-b-breath…The…pain is …too much…He let out his last breath and was dead.
Thorn! cried Saphira. Arya, still unaware that he was dead, continued to heal. Arya, he's gone. She looked up at Eragon, He can't be …
It's too late.
No…
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The fire was burning, cooking the vegetables and fruit, and Thorn's tomb still needed to be dug. They had found the perfect place, in a cave filled with jewels. They would move him in, without disturbing the tomb, and seal the entrance. Eragon let out a breath. If only we could bring him back to life. We could use his help.
But Eragon, Saphira walked up to him, Oromis and Brom both warned us of the energy needed, it would kill us…
That's it! He snapped his fingers with realisation. We have the energy. I stored it all in Brisingr's sapphire. The dead granted us all the energy we need.
But Eragon, Saphira let her thoughts fly with alarm, that isn't enough!
How do you know? No one knows because no one's tried it. There is still energy in Thorn, technically he is still faintly alive, else I would not try it.
He realised he was standing up with excitement.
It is ridiculous to let him die when we still have a chance to save him.
Eragon, this time it was Arya, even if it is enough, we need all the energy we can get.
He was already racing towards Thorn, but turned and cried, "But we need dragons even more!"
He knelt down before Thorn and repaired his wound. It was easier now that no more blood was flowing. He touched Brisingr and took all the energy needed. It turned out to be enough, but it depleted just over half of the energy.
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A roar wakened Esmor from his sleep. Who was that? He lifted his head and saw Thorn standing up, with Saphira, Eragon and Arya around him. I must be dreaming…
You are not dreaming Esmor, Eragon revived him with the power he harvested from the dead. He started the walked towards Thorn and shoved into him with his body. He was solid, and shoved back. It hurt. He paced around Thorn, sniffing his legs. Thorn let him, knowing how amazing it was. They had done it early enough, so his brain had not shut down, and he kept his memories. Once Esmor had done with his legs, he jumped onto his hind legs and looked at his neck. There was a new, lighter scar, overlapping the older one. There was a trickle of blood running down his flank, but Eragon healed the cut.
"Hello, hello, is anyone there?" Nasuada's voice came from a pool by the edge of the camp. The rider's raced over, but the dragon's continued to examine Thorn, who had become of great interest to them. "Hello my lady," exclaimed Eragon, "Eragon! It is a sight to see you, one as such that I have not seen in years, not since I first saw Saphira!"
"Thank you, I shall tell you of my adventure when we return."
"That is good, but it will have to wait still longer than that. Galbatorix's troops are one the move. He has seven thousand men sent to reinforce Dras-Leona, and we can't take the city unless you are here, and we eliminate them. We need you to hurry"
"We will proceed with as much speed as we can muster."
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Galbatorix looked down on the city of Ura'baen; a grin was on his face. His plan was working perfectly. His troops were marching towards Dras-Leona, to reinforce the city. With them in there, the city would be undefeatable. With only one rider and two dragons to help, the Varden would fail trying to take the city. He had no doubt that they had been gathering energy while in Belatona, but even all that energy could not compete with the fifteen Eldunarì that he was sending. And he was sure that their persistence would encourage them to attack either way.
Just incase, he was going to fly with Shruikan, high in the sky, and bring an almighty storm down on Belatona. He was already forming it from here, but for it to strike and stay in one spot, he would need to be right in the center of it.
The king laughed, his voice echoing all over the city.
He had finally won.
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