Well, my last chapter was definitely not my best. Hopefully this one will be better.
I have had MAJOR writers block. I just can't decide where to go from here.
Kelsey: How, about…you get on with the story!
Fighting Dreamer: All right, all right, just one last thing…
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own any characters to Eragon.
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"What!" yelled Eragon, running over to the dwarf, "what did you say!"
"J-just that a town was attacked, no r-reason to be so worked up!" he said quickly, holding up his hands in defense.
"What town?" roared Eragon.
"Carvahall." Said Murtaug, turning pale, "You told me about-"
"Like hell I did!"
Eragon climbed up onto Saphira, and took off, with no warning to the others.
"That's got into him?" Said the dwarf rudely. Realizing his mistake, he pushed his hand over his mouth and mumbled an apology.
Murtaug turned to him angrily, "Eragon's last family member lives in that town."
The dwarf's eyes widened slightly.
"I-I will be going now." He said with a slight bow, and left Murtaug, to return to Farthen Dur on foot.
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Hurry Saphira! Cried Eragon in distress.
Their information could be wrong little one. Do not be so quick to react.
Eragon nodded, and tried to clam down, but found that his heartbeat would not slow, and his mind would not stop thinking of horrible things.
If I loose Roran thought Eragon, then I will have no one left.
You will have me.
Eragon nodded again, trying to reassure himself that what she said was true.
He scanned the horizon, and his heart skipped a beat when Farthen Dur finally came into view.
Once they landed, Eragon leaped off of Saphira's back and tore through the familiar passageways until he reached Ajihad's large oak doors.
Eragon did not knock, or wait for a signal to enter.
He threw open the doors and rushed inside.
Ajihad sighed on seeing Eragon's entry.
"I knew it." He said softly, "I knew that dwarf would go spreading this around as though his life depended on it."
"You knew?" asked Eragon, his voice low with anger, "you knew and you did not tell me? You did not warn me that my only cousin is probably dead!" He threw his fists down on the table.
"Your cousin is fine Shadeslayer." Said Ajihad calmly.
"Don't call me that!" yelled Eragon, "I don't want to be Shadeslayer, I don't want to be Argetlam, I don't want to be a rider! I just want to see my cousin!"
"My child." Said Ajihad sadly. "I should have told you long ago. When Brom sent word that Saphira had hatched, I did a little…Research. I found that you had a cousin, and sent to have him brought here. I knew that any relative to you was in danger. He is now under the protection of a very powerful Elf, and warrior."
"How were you able to find out about me?" asked Eragon, the knot in his stomach loosening a little.
"You past…is quite easy to track."
Eragon looked at him confused.
"I wish to postpone this mission." He said simply.
Eragon jumped slightly, as someone emerged from the shadows.
"Selfish Child." It said.
"Nasuada. Why must you take part in all arguments?" complained Ajihad.
She ignored him, continuing to walk towards Eragon.
"You are willing to sacrifice all of Alagaesia, just for one person."
"You don't know what its like do you? Knowing that you are practically alone in the world, except for a blood relative and a dragon? You have a father! Friends! Things I never had!" yelled Eragon, his temper flaring.
"And I would sacrifice all of them for the safety of The Varden and those inside the empire!"
"Please stop." Muttered Ajihad, rubbing his temples.
"Do you know what will happen if Galbatorix gets that egg? How dare you even suggest be postpone the-" Nasuada was cut short as a sapphire blue head nudged the doors open.
Saphira opened her mouth and let out a defining roar.
Lucky for you two, she snarled, I can't fit into this tinny room.
Nasuada backed away with wide eyes, while Eragon just glared at her.
Eragon, we will go on the mission, and we will find your cousin later. Nasuada, show some empathy, and Ajihad…I think you need some sleep.
Ajihad agreed quietly, as his eyelids began to droop.
"Yes, yes. Thank you Saphira. Now Eragon, please do not leave Belatona to search for your cousin. Ajin should arrive with him any day now. Now Nasuada, return to your quarters. Eragon, find Murtaug, you will leave soon."
Eragon bowed cockily, and spun on his heal, joining Saphira outside.
"I have no clue why Murtaug likes such an infuriating…oh hi Murtaug." Said Eragon, as Murtaug turned the corner.
Murtaug sighed slightly. "I don't think I wish to know what you are talking about."
Probably not. Now, you two must get ready. I will be in the dragon hold…meeting with someone…
"And who is this certain someone?" asked Eragon, clearly knowing the answer.
A special feline friend, said Saphira, taking off toward the dragon hold.
Murtaug laughed.
"I would hate to see their children."
"Your disgusting." Said Eragon, wrinkling his nose.
"Well," said Murtaug, "I'm packed."
Eragon nodded. "I guess I should to, meet you at the dragon hold in 10 minutes.
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"Not very time efficient, is he?" asked Murtaug, checking the sky. "He should have been here 10 minutes ago."
Saphira snorted.
"Sorry I'm late!" yelled Eragon, as he ran into the hallway. "The twins were giving me a hard time."
The twins?
Yes why? Asked Eragon.
Because little one, I heard that they were sent to Gilead not but two days ago.
Eragon's face glowed red.
"So how was Ayra?" asked Murtaug, doubling over laughing.
"Shut up." Grumbled Eragon "Lets just go."
Murtaug, Eragon, and Saphira, made their way to the stables to find their horses.
After packing their saddles, the road to the gates of Farthen Dur, and into the crowed that awaited them.
The noise echoed off of the stonewalls. People were shouting, and clapping.
Many dwarfs and humans approached the horses.
"God's speed." Said a young woman bowing.
"We thank you." Said another.
Eragon nodded to each of them in turn, until at last he reached the end of the line.
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Galbatorix glared at the servant kneeling before him.
"You know why I have summoned you here, correct?" asked Galbatorix.
The boy nodded, avoiding the king's eyes.
"Good. Then you know that you are to destroy the rider."
The boy nodded again.
"And do you know how you are to go about this?" he asked.
This time he hesitated.
"No."
"You have two choices. Either you spy on the rider, and the traitor, and kill them when they least expect it. Or you will gain their trust, and bring them to their knees."
The boy cringed a little as his options were laid before him.
Galbatorix could tell he had his doubts.
"And if you fail…"
The boy looked up as two soldiers walked into the room, dragging a middle-aged woman. She had raven black hair, which fell over her soldiers, and greatly resembled the boy in front of her.
"Kiaku!" she yelled, reaching out for her son. "Kiaku, no! He is only a boy, he will be killed!"
"The rider is to soft to harm a child." Hissed Galbatorix. "Now, if you task is not completed, she dies."
Kiaku's eyes filled with tears, as he reached out for his mother.
"D-done" he sobbed.
"Good, you leave now."
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I know, it's a really short chapter, but I'm tiered of writing. If any of you are confused, Kiaku is pretty much a boy who is being blackmailed into working for Galbatorix. His age will be reviled in like the next chapter…I guess. So tell me how you liked it. I really need suggestions. Love you all much!