Galbatorix was sitting on a throne. He was waiting for Murtagh. There was a loud sound of beating wings as a great black dragon soared through the sky and down at Galbatorix's feet. In a few hours Murtagh arrived. Galbatorix's face twisted in fury. Eragon was had not been captured.
"I told you to capture Eragon. Why didn't you? Tell the truth," Gabatorix's face was cold and his words held power.
Murtagh shifted uncomfortably, "You told me to try capture him, and I couldn't," he finally said in a defiant manner.
"I order you to capture Eragon and Saphira, and this time, there will be no exceptions."
Eragon was at the foot of the Menoa tree. Solebrum had said that if he needed a weapon, he should look under this tree. He needed a weapon now.
Saphira was digging. When there was a small hole, Eragon saw a sword lying at the bottom of the pit that Saphira had dug but no matter how far Saphira dug, the weapon still was far away. Soon the tree was uprooted and the sword was still a couple feet down, the same as before.
The dragon dug on and on until she finally stopped.
Little one. It's no use.
But Eragon was not to be out done by this. He reached out to his surging power and reached out. The sword, enhanced by magic slowly rose up from the mound. Suddenly, in a quick motion, the sword went for Eragon's heart!
Flames burst out into the air, out from Saphira's open jaws. The sword turned red hot, its flight toward Eragon. All of his energy was to stop the sword. Strangely the powerful magic never touched it. His magic bent aside went it almost hit the sword. His strength was almost gone, but the fiery, now melting sword was still swiftly flying toward him. He ran, away from the tree, and through the forest, and fell gasping to the forest ground all his strength gone. Lying on the muddy Eragon waited, Saphira came soaring through the sky plunging through the threes to where Eragon lay. Far of in the distance Eragon saw the glowing sword going into the forest.
Don't worry little one, said Saphira. Eragon was about to use what was left of his life to try to save himself. Just then, the small hammer that hung on Eragon's neck began to grow warm. Eragon fainted.
He saw a sword, it glowed faintly and he felt immense power and knowledge stored in it. He lifted the sword, admiring it. He swung it and thoughts, knowledge, and strength poured into him through his touch. He knew many dark, powerful, and strange spells all at once. Not knowing what he was doing, he started chanting. Looking to the south, he saw armies; looking to the west he saw war. Looking to the east he saw empty cities. And looking to the north he saw a black palace, and a black dragon circling it.
Eragon woke; he didn't see the sword anywhere.
I melted it, said Saphira. Eragon saw a melted glowing mound on the ground a foot in front of Eragon. Now sleep, little one, said Saphira. Eragon slept.
Eragon woke at midday, his strength renewed. He stretched then ate his breakfast from his pack. Acting on instinct, half not knowing what he was doing, he picked up the melted mass of metal and started walking. He felt deliriously happy.