Miyu: Hey! Welcome to my first not-related-to-cartoons fiction!
Shade: Yo. Name is Shade. Just so you know, I'm not related to the Shade in Eragon. But he's awesome none the less.
Miyu: Not as awesome as (Sigh) Murtagh.
Shade: Do you want to bet on that?
Miyu: Why not? If the reviewers vote Durza as cooler then Murtagh was in BOTH books, then. We'll consider adding a shade or magic-wielder into the story.
Shade: And if Murtagh is voted cooler, then we'll try to add in a new werecat.
Miyu: please vote for your choice character in your reviews, and please add a reason.
Shade: Don't just vote cause you want to see a Shade or a werecat. Thanks!
Miyu: Enjoy the fic!
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The Last Rider
Chapter One
Draumr (Dream)
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He stood, like always, upon a rise in the ground, in a clearing surrounded by thick trees. The trees had an eerie sense about them, as if keeping something out, or keeping a very important something in. He turned to the centre of the clearing where, as he expected, a young girl stood. She looked no older than 16. Her long black hair flowed in a non-existent breeze, revealing a slightly pointed ear, not human or elf. Her dark traveling cloak
seemed to be unaffected by the breeze felt by her hair and hid her body from him. Her eyes were closed and a look of serene content lay upon her face. In her hands, she held an egg, a dragon's egg. He walked towards her, as he always did, and stopped only an arms length away, "Who are you?" He asked. He didn't expect an answer, most of the time she would ignore him or give him a riddle. This time though, she surprised him. Turing to face him, the girl opened her forest green eyes and said a single word, "Selena."
The boy in the dream sat up quickly, blinking in the morning light. He was at an average height for his 19 years. With brown hair and chestnut eyes, he was well built thanks to his life training. His name was Murtagh, son of Morzan, and heir to the king Galbatorix. Lying back down, he thought for a moment, something that he had learned to enjoy. Time to think. He had had this dream many times before, once or twice a week since the battle with Eragon near Surda. He pondered what he had learned, Selena. Was it just coincidence that the girl in his dreams had the
same name as his mother? And why did the girl hold a dragon egg? Looking out the window at the still rising sun, Murtagh stood up; he would ask Thorn his opinion on the matter. He had too much to do to keep thinking about his dream. After all, it was like King Galbatorix always said: dreams are nothing and shouldn't be given any attention.
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Nearly a week later, Murtagh sat with his lord Galbatorix in a room near the hidden chamber in which lay the final un hatched Dragon egg. "Which sword should I use for today's beheading, Murtagh?" Emperor Galbatorix asked his young heir. Galbatorix appearance did justice to his bold name. His now elfish body was slim, well built, and well preserved. His black hair was pulled back from his face in a horsetail and resting on his head was a
golden crown, fitted with power-filled jewels. He held a presence of command yet kindness to those who obeyed him. He repeated his question.
Sitting at a writing table a few strides away, Murtagh showed no signs of listening as his hand flowed swiftly over the page in front of him. Despite his frequent reminders of it just being a dream, Murtagh couldn't take his mind off of Selena. Galbatorix walked over to him and picked up the drawing on the table before Murtagh could object.
"What is this?" He asked. Murtagh hesitated, picking his words carefully, "It's a picture." "I can see that, Murtagh. Who is she?" Again Murtagh chose his words carefully, "Her name is Selena. I think I scryed her in my sleep last night I…I think that she may be the last rider-"He shut his mouth quickly, when had he thought that?
"What? Where is she?" Galbatorix asked, struggling to control his
excitement, "No, perhaps it is better if you just go and bring her here. Take as many soldiers as you need! Just bring her to me!" Murtagh stood up and bowed, "As you wish my lord. Thorn and I will leave immediately." "See that you do. And bring her back as soon as you can!" Galbatorix smiled, "Once the last egg has hatched, your brother will have no choice but to surrender to me! And once I have all the riders under my command, the Varden
and Elves will be no more!" He left the room, leaving Murtagh alone.
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In the far East side of the city of Uru'baen, stood a large dragon hold. Home to the dragons Shruikan and Thorn. Murtagh disliked going to the dragon hold, even to visit Thorn, because of Shruikan. He admitted that Shruikan frightened him, even when the dragon was in a good mood. Dismounting from a soldier's horse, he crept to the entrance of the dragon hold. Thorn. Is
Shruikan in there?
No. Lord Shruikan went hunting. He won't be back for hours. Come in.
Relieved, Murtagh unloaded his things from the horse and sent it back to the castle. He walked into the dragon hold to find Shruikan sleeping in the cave-like hold to his right. Murtagh felt a chill go down his back and retreated outside, careful to not make a sound. Thorn joined him soon after, laughing quietly.
You said he wasn't in there! You lied…again! Murtagh stood still, staring at Thorn trying not to shiver. Thorn laughed again, why are you so afraid of Lord Shruikan? He will not harm you. He tells me that he likes you, even if you are a bit small.
Murtagh walked to his friend and rubbed Thorn's neck, you would be afraid of Shruikan too if you were as small as me, he can't watch were he steps all the time! Thorn laughed once more, point taken, small one. But tell me the reason for your visit. Are we leaving? Murtagh nodded and began to get Thorn ready for a long flight, Remember that girl in my dreams I was telling you about?
Selena?
Yes, Master Galbatorix wants us to bring her to Uru'baen.
Why?
I may have said that I believed her to be the last rider.
And you wonder how you get into so much trouble.
Thorn. Shut up.
Murtagh hoisted himself onto Thorn's back, and strapped himself in. Thorn turned his head to look at Murtagh, it has been a long time since we have flown together, small one. Murtagh smiled sadly, not since we fought Eragon and came back from the war. Thorn looked up to the sky, yes. Where shall we begin are search? Murtagh laughed, anywhere! Just let us leave before Shruikan awakens. Then, with a final laugh, Thorn lifted off into the air
and away toward to the sea.
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