A/N: This is my longest chapter yet because it has many things going on in it. Yet it took so long too write…you know why? Because my second fanfic (eragon gone wrong) was removed because it was interactive and written in script form! I was so discouraged…because I worked hard on it; it seemed pretty good, good enough to receive FOUR, VERY POSITIVE reviews in LESS THAN ONE DAYYYY (not exaggerating) I was so upset I even wrote a "rant" in my profile. So yes, when it came to fanfiction I went through a period of discouragement. Then I had an idea! I'll just rewrite it I story format, very mildly, so it'll look the same as the original version. Because you see, it's supposed to be a movie and parody, so script form makes it funnier and everything…and the interactiveness as well………………………………………..I also made a cheap site which will list the chapters of the original one. If the person thinks the new version is ok, they can goto the site to read the original one from then on! The site is linked on my homepage, which can be found in my profile. The whole thing makes me feel better…. Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Now on with the story. Some "exciting" stuff actually happens! I think. And yes, I thank all who reviewed and I thank you again for reviewing this chapter! You can spread the love by adding many reviews so people will read it! Tee hee.
Among the bustling merchants and their wagons, a single stream of smoke was visible from afar.
It had been a couple of days since the trio took off from Fasaloft and when Evelyn first used magic- on an insignificant pebble given to her from Eragon.
She also learned a bit more about Eragon and Brom's past back at Carvahall, as well. Well, Eragon definitely had more to say while Brom confided most of it, despite Eve's pleads. Now that she knows them better, it feel as if she was there the whole time. In a way it felt like that.
She grew very comfortable being around them, as well. I actually have more than one friend who's made of human flesh Evelyn thought with a bit of dark humor.
Then of course, there was Edan. He began as the same length of Eve's forearm, but now he was around half the size of Lamont. If there was something Evelyn learned recently, it would definitely be that dragons. . .have pretty good growth spurts.
The enchanting creature had learned to speak more from talking to his rider. Conversations always thrived between the two. But then of course, sometimes interruptions were made when she had to talk to Eragon or Brom, or when Edan talked to Saphira, or when Eragon and Brom had to say something to Edan, or when she'd say things to Saphira, or…I'm sure you get the point. She didn't mind it of course.
Even though Edan was hiding with the bigger, sapphire dragon, chat was easily initiated through mind.
Edan?
Good afternoon, Evelyn
Hey …!
…Does something trouble you? You sound uncertain
Oh, all is fine…oh yeah. I've been thinking about it for awhile…
Yes?
Um, it's just that the only known dragon eggs in all of Alagaesia are Saphira's and the two Galbatorix have now. Well, obviously it appears that there are more. For example, you. Fortunately, no one will suspect you, but it's all strange. Do you have any idea how you came at the bottom of Leona?
It is strange. Saphira seemed to be aware of things when she was in an egg. I knew nothing but dull blackness until I felt your presence digging me up…that's when I started having a conscience, thoughts…I liked you so I hatched.
You hatched for me only because you liked me?
Yes. You didn't know that?
You probably liked me only because I digged you out.
No, you had potential. I didn't even have to see other people to tell that you were special from the others.
I'm a damn slave and orphan who's knows little of her heritage, has nothing but a few belongings, and, and I'm nothing like…a princess, or something of royal blood.
You don't know what you are talking about
I'm…just so confused.
Don't be; things will clear out soon
"That is Helgrind"
Evelyn looked up to see Brom pointing to a bare mountain with spires that scraped the sky, casting a pall of gloom as if it were an emblem of hell's reign. The look made her shudder.
As they strolled along the roadthat led to thecity, Brom began to explain the religion that was practiced for Helgrind. It was very impleasant to hear, for they drank human blood, made flesh offerings, and their priests would commonly be missing a body part or so. This was because they believed that the more flesh you gave up, the less you were less attached to the mortal world.
"If that's their goal, then why don't they just kill themselves?" joked Evelyn.
The two smiled before Brom continued, " Itis a strange religion they practice. What they mostly do is debate which of Helgrind's three peaks is the most grand, and whether the fourth should be included.
"That's horrible," commented Eragon with a shudder.
"Yes, but don't say that to a believer. You'll quickly lose a hand in 'penance'"
"Isn't that a good thing? To them?" said Evelyn
"I suppose, but it's not very good for the person who receives it, now is it?" Brom replied.
Before long, the trio arrived at the city's massive gates, and entered without a problem. What they saw was something far from pleasant.
All of the houses were long and thin, looming over the narrow streets. They qwewcrammed together at the walls, and were made of dark, ramshackle wood. The dusty streets were like an imprisonment of unfortunate souls, captured forever. Dirty children in tattered rags scurried to corners and alleyways, competing for food like rabid dogs. Deformed beggars waited at the gates, among the streets, and around the corners to beg for money and food.
Eyes wide at the sight, Eragon announced with distaste, "I won't stay here,"
"It's cruel and upsetting," Evelyn agreed, "so this is one of the king's "grandest" city?"
"It's only the beginning that it's like this-unfortunately. But it gets better as we head to the center. Now, we need to concentrate on finding an inn and forming a plan," Brom said.
As Brom had said, deeper into Dras Leona was much more wealthier with little poverty. The irony was that the people didn't seem to care about the dearth that was left behind at the city's gates. Injustice had always upset Evelyn greatly.
Soon before evening, the trio had found vacancy in an inn, the Golden Globe. It was a cheap place, butfirm, nothing frail.
Their room had a narrow bed that was crammed to the wall. On the other side of the bed was an unstable table with a basin on it. The dim room had only one small window at the side of the bed, with thin, linen cloth draped as curtains. It was rather tattered, the cavities letting in bright wisps of light into the sandy room.
Evelyn stepped up to examine the bed. She placed her hand on the clammy mattress, sensing a small smell of mildew. "I'm sleeping on the floor," Eragon said behind her," There are probably enough bugs in that thing to eat me alive," Making up her mind, she joined him, "It smells too." While the two dropped their bags on the floor, Brom said, "Well, I wouldn't want to deprive them of a meal," as he placed his bags on the mattress.
"What now?" Eragon asked
"Well, we didn't eat anything," Evelyn replied, while stretching her tired arms," so does this place serve food?"
Brom nodded," And after the meal we'll get some rest. Tomorrow we can start searching for the Ra'zac." As they left the room, he added," No matter what, make sure your tongue doesn't loosen. We'll have to leave immediately if we're given away."
The inn's food was a disappointment to Evelyn's appetite, but the rich beer made it up. It was very different from the thin, watery beer that they fed Eve back at the Uru'baen fortress. It was rich, but the only thing was that she was never so fond of alcohol. To her taste, the other two seemed to be drinking a bit too much, mug after mug after mug.
When they returned to their room, Eve kept trying to make conversation but they always brushed each attempt.
"Where do you plan to hunt for the Ra'zac?" she had asked.
"Mm, don't know, think 'bout it later…" Eragon mumbled.
"Brom? Any ideas?" she said.
"Not now," Brom replied flatly
Damn it! Damn beer
Without another word, the trio numbly rolled out their blankets and slid under the covers. After several attempts to sleep, Evelyn made chat with Edan, telling him her short experiences in Dras Leona.
Eragon and Brom don't seem too content Edan said
Let it be; it was their own doing that they had so many drinks she replied
They're going to regret it the next morning, aren't they?
Grinning playfully, she replied, yes
Tossing to the other side, she continued, what do you think of the Ra'zac? Will it be hard to fight them? There'll be three of us to get them, and then there is also you and Saphira
Alone, they seem powerful enough, but considering that you're hunting for them in a well-populated city just makes it seem harder
Oh yeah, I forgot. Noticing that Eragon was in front of her, she then took a good look at him. Unwittingly, a smile crept to her lips as her heart fluttered with pleasure. Sleeping, he looked so peaceful and content until his eyes began twitching a bit. Either he was dreaming or maybe the beer was getting to him.
You seem happy Edan interrupted
To cover any "accusations", Evelyn replied playfully I'm tired, I'm in bed – figuratively speaking - don't you think I'd feel a bit good?
All right Evelyn, replied Edan, good night. I wish you well with the Ra'zac
Thanks, good night Edan
A small deer mouse scurried through the maze of wheat stalks and darkness. It seemed cautious; on the look out of something. A hiss seethed from the darkness as a pair of red glowing eyes started to peer in. Soon enough, a black rabid cat was revealed. Immediately the mouse scurried away, the cat in pursuit. Suddenly it pounced on the small mouse, raising its paw and ready to kill it. In return, the mouse scratched the cat's nose. The cat hissed before slamming the tiny creature at a wheat stalk.
Evelyn lazily opened her eyes, awaken by a tap on the shoulder. Confused, she found Eragon bending over her and Brom by the door, ready to leave.
"What . . .are we, doing?" she asked, while yawning.
"We're off the ask questions. I want to find out where the Seithr oil was delivered in Dras Leona and where it was taken from there. Most likely, soldiers or workmen were involved in transporting it. We have to find them and get them to talk."
Turning to Eragon, she said, "Feeling better from last night?"
Grinning, he replied triumphantly, "I've recovered,"
Soon, the trio began their quest hoping to pry out some information on the oil. By midday, all the results have been fruitless. As a result, Brom proposed, "This is city is too vast for us to comb it together. You two search on your own. Meet me at the Golden Globe by dusk. And be careful, especially you, Evelyn," as his tone grew more serious, he glowered at both," and I'm trusting that you will not do anything stupid." His attention seemed to be more focused on Eragon, like he had a reputation of foolishness. Probably so.
Once Brom departed, the remaining two began to walk and chat together without knowing it. They got to the point where Eragon began explaining his "accident" with the Urgals before they arrived at Leona Lake. Evelyn's eyes widened when she heard how he insulted their master. What! How could he…
After living in Uru'baen for over fifteen years, she knew very well what the Urgals were doing in Alagaesia.
"How could you say that to them?" Evelyn asked in disbelief
"What do you mean?" he replied
"Well, do you even know who their master is?"
"Not exactly . . ."
Oh no she thought in dread.
" . . .It's Galbatorix!" said Evelyn
"What . . .?"
"Galbatorix . . .he- I guess "allied" with the Urgals. He also allied with a Shade, whom the Urgals are under command of . . ."
"Shade's blood . . .," Eragon cursed, "You knew this and didn't tell me or Brom . . ?"
"I thought you two knew . . .I'm sorry. I've should have known better . . ." Evelyn apologized, her voice trailing off in resentment.
"No, it's okay. It's still my fault for insulting them in the first place," Eragon replied, "We'll deal with that later. Now we have to find out where that oil was delivered,"
"Alright"
They began their interrogation together; Evelyn would survey one side of the street while Eragon took the other. Hours passed as the duo examined practically both ends of the city. It was so until near the end Eragon found a man who helped shipped to oil and told him which warehouse it had been taken to. They then took a look at the warehouse before returning to the inn to meet Brom.
Apparently, Brom found much more information that the other two had. One included that Galbatorix is coming to Dras Leona within a week to teach the ruler, Tabor, a "lesson". Knowing this, conversation became much more serious. It has been also found out that the oil is sent to Helgrind by two slaves atevery full moon. Their plan was that tomorrow, Brom would find out how he and Eragon can replace two slaves. If it were successful, Evelyn would wait at the outskirts of the city ready witheveryone's belongings. Afterthe plan hadbeen settled, the trio returned to their room and rested after a good day's search. Before Eve fell asleep, she contacted Edan, telling him their plan.
Two larger mice ran by, the original trailing along. Obviously it was hurt for it lagged slightly behind. As the three mice ran, the red-eyed cat reappeared, another at its side. One of them raised its sharp paw to strike one of the mice. Quickly the victim was kicked away, the other mice taking its place.
Evelyn fluttered her eyes open, blinded by a wisp of light that seethed through the curtain's cavities. She stretched slowly before looking to around to see that Brom and Eragon were gone. They left without me? She thought in disappointment. Taking her time, she folded her belongings and got ready to go. When she walked to the door, she noticed messages written on the wall.
One was from Brom, telling Eragon that he'll be gone until late tonight, money was placed under the mattress, and that he can have some leisure time in the city, butto stayunnoticed. At the bottom told it told him to avoid the palace and to keep his bow strung, and with him at all times. The next one was from Eragon, directed to her. It pretty much said the similar things except it was longer and more protective
Shrugging, she took her coin pouch and left the inn.
Evelyn strode across the streets, and browsing the market stalls. Most of her surroundings were blocked out, for her mind was occupied by conversations with Edan.
I think Eragon has grown a bit home sick lately Edan had said
How do you know that?
He once suggested to Saphira that maybe they can return to Carvahall once they destroy the Ra'zac
She said no?
Of course
Sighing, Evelyn said, He's been through a lot, I'm sure
Their conversation had been interrupted by loud laughter. She looked over to see a crowd surrounded by a stage where stood an auctioneer, and a ragged young man in chains whom stepping down to a tall, haw-nosed man. Slave auction Evelyn said in distaste. She scurried away from the cruel site.
Loud sobbing suddenly rang at the back of her ears,coming from the auction site. She kept running until she can hear none of it. When she turned around to take another direction, she stopped in her tracks with her eyes widened in fear. It was like remembering a nightmare from long ago that came back to haunt her again.
In front of her a few yards away stood two, strangely-shaped figures within deathly black cloaks, bloody swords within their grasp. A line of soldiers began to file near the cathedral's doorway. The figures focused on someone else inside the tall, marble, tower. She squinted to find someone most definitely familiar. Eragon!
She was too far away for him to see her. Suddenly, a threatening hiss came from the smaller, cloaked figure. Panic swelled in her chest. Who else could these two…"men" be? Shaken, she slowly raised her bow, an arrow strung in place. She duck behind a corner, making sure her aim was out of the people's way and the soldier's sight. Focused, she released the flax and let the arrow whiz through the air. The arrow pierced the smaller Ra'zac's shoulder. Menacingly, he looked behind her and glared at her. Terrified, Evelyn dodged through people and leapt over barrels, the smaller Ra'zac trailing her down. Tumbling on the ground, she dodged into an alleyway, her chest heaving.
In surprise, a hard pounce came from behind her, sending her deeper into the alleyway. Whipping her hair out of her face, she turned her head to face her opponent. He still had his sword.
Edan? Edan! The... theRa'zac foundus! I'm, I'mfighting one right now- the other is with Eragon! Contact was broken when the monster leapt at her. Quickly she dodged out of harm's way, and slipped out a dagger from her boot. Before she can turn around, again, she was pounced, this time pinned to the floor. Above her was the distorted, twisted face of the monster, whose sword was raised to carry the final blow. Desperate, she swiftly swiped her dagger at the monster. In return, the monster fell back, sword tossed, and howling in pain. Buried in bruises, Evelyn got up slowly, trying to get out as quickly as possible. But it obviously wasn't good enough. The Ra'zac gave a firm slam at her chest. The blow sent her tumbling onto the busy streets, people and wagons passing by.
Busy, selfish, ignorant passer Byers constantly kicked her around, pretending she just a sack of nothing but garbage. Tears of pain streamed from her eyes, as she helplessly laid there, arms guarding her vulnerable face, and receiving countless bruises. Weakly, she opened her eyes, hoping to get enough strength to escape. In front of her were two pairs of horse hooves, carrying a wagon that came at a grueling pace. Obviously the conductor was too high up on his seat to see the ground.
Before she can do anything, she received another kick in the stomach, giving her excruciating pain. She felt Edan contact her innumerable times but she didn't have the strength to even acknowledge him. While grasping her stomach, she prayed her heart out, wishing there was a way for her to escape.
Out of the blue were two strong arms swiftly lifting her out of the wagons away. Before she can even open her eyes and recuperate, she felt herself sifting through numerous people and obstacles- in the air. Evelyn tried breathing but she coughed due to the blows on her chest and stomach. She still didn't open her eyes, out of fear, pain, confusion, and near unconsciousness. Soon she heard familiar voices being exchanged. Eragon . . .Brom . . .
Quick actions were made, and soon enough, she felt wind billow through her hair and the constant bumping from horse riding.
"Du grind huildr! " Eragon shouted
They passed gasping men, shutting gates, and into the empty plains.
A/N: Thank you for reading! And thank you if you do review! Please consider reading "Eragon gone wrong". Remember what I said at the beginning of the chapter. I thank you if you do r&r!
Au revoir! (Spelled something like that)
