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It was a quiet night in Carvahall when Devon and Eragon decided to pay Brom a visit to learn more of what he knew about the Keyblade Wielders and the Dragon Riders. They walked over to a lonely wooden house on the outskirts of Carvahall where the storyteller was said to reside. As they approached the house, the two boys glanced up at the building. It was mostly shingled with a thatch roof, appearing almost like a hut.
"This is where Brom lives? Well, seeing as how Brom's an old man, I can't say I'm surprised." Devon thought to himself
Stepping up onto the doorstep, the Keyblade Wielder raises his right-hand and knocks three times on the door with the back of his middle-finger.
"Hey, Brom?" Devon calls
The two boys listened for a response. Nothing but silence. Devon pushes the door and he was surprised that it wasn't locked. Cautiously, they stepped into the home and looked around.
The inside of the house was darker than charcoal, and the air was heavy with an acrid smell. In the back of the room was a stone fireplace with a high-backed, deeply carved wooden chair that faced the mantel, surrounded by stacks of books. The four legs of the chair were shaped like eagle claws, and the seat and back were padded with leather embossed with a swirling rose pattern. A cluster of lesser chairs held piles of scrolls. Ink pots and quill pens were scattered across a writing desk.
Although they were curious about the books and scrolls and the information they held, the Keyblade Wielder and farm boy were more curious as to where Brom was. Did he leave for errands? Did the soldiers come and take him away?
"Brom? Hello?" Devon calls
"Maybe he's not home?" Eragon says
"Well, you'd think he'd lock the door if he was going somewhere." Devon says
The two boys continued their exploration of the room when a book sitting on the desk caught Eragon's eye. The book was black with intricate golden designs on the cover. Eragon approaches the desk and opens the book, flipping through it's pages until he comes upon one with a picture of a majestic dragon, standing proudly on it's haunches. The farm boy places his right-hand on the page, staring at the dragon in wonder.
"What do you want?" A raspy voice asks
Devon and Eragon whirled around and they saw Brom standing behind them, peering with deep-set eyes shadowed by a gnarled right-brow and waiting for a reply.
"Oh, there you are, Brom. Sorry to intrude, but we got some questions we'd like to ask you, if you wouldn't mind a few moments of your time." Devon says
"We were wondering if you could tell us more about the Dragon Riders? And perhaps, maybe, the Keyblade Wielders?" Eragon says
"Hmm... Very well." Brom says
The storyteller gestures his left-hand to the chairs in the room.
"Make room for yourselves, but by the lost kings, do be careful. Most of what you see here is valuable." Brom says
Devon and Eragon gently cracking scrolls off two chairs and placed them on the floor. A cloud of dust flew into the air, causing Devon to cough and Eragon to stifle a sneeze. Waving the dust away, the boys sat down and made themselves comfortable.
"Ahh... Nothing like sitting by the fire for a conversation. You know, Brom, for an old man, you got some guts, speaking out against the king and his men like that." Devon says
"Ah. Well, I always say: Better ask forgiveness than permission. So, what was it you'd like to know?" Brom says
"Well, I keep hearing about the Dragon Riders, the Keyblade Wielders, and their supposed accomplishments. Many people seem to want them to return, but I've never heard tell of how they started, where the dragons and Keyblade Wielders came from, or what made them special, aside from the dragons and the Keyblade." Eragon says
"Both are vast subjects to tell about. The Keyblade itself is an endless mystery, in which we may never learn all it's secrets. If I were to tell the whole story of the Dragon Riders and the Keyblade Wielders, we may be here until next winter." Brom says
"Alright. So let's just stick with the basic major plot points." Devon says
Brom nods his head in agreement and begins his story, starting with the Dragon Riders.
"Now, the Riders, or Shur'tugal, as they were called by the elves, they spanned countless years. At the height of their power, they held sway twice over the Empire's lands. The dragons have no beginning, unless it lies with the creation of the world and Alagaësia. If they have an end, it will be when the world perishes, for they suffer as the land does. They, the dwarves, and few others are the true inhabitants of this land, living before all others, strong and proud in their elemental glory, save for the Keyblade Wielders, who were said to have existed longer than even them. One Keyblade Wielder, a boy, traveled to Alagaësia from a distant world and formed a special bond with a strong, fierce, yet beautiful dragoness. They became the first Rider and Dragon. And from that bond, the dragons and Keyblade Wielders established a noble alliance, working together to protect the land and it's people from those who would threaten it." Brom says
"You mentioned elves. Are they part of Alagaësia, or did they come from a foreign land?" Devon asks
"The first elves sailed over the sea on their silver ships. They come from what they call Alalëa. None but they, and few Keyblade Wielders, know what or where it is. The elves were a proud race then and strong in magic. At first, they regarded dragons as mere animals. That belief rose a deadly mistake. A brash elven youth hunted down a dragon as he would a stag, and killed it. Outraged, the dragons ambushed and slaughtered the elf. Unfortunately, the bloodshed did not stop there. While few dragons and Keyblade Wielders tried desperately to maintain peace, most of the dragons massed together and attacked the entire elven nation. Dismayed by the terrible misunderstanding, the elves tried to end the hostilities, but such negotiation was easier said than done. Thus, a long bloody war ensued, which both sides later regretted. The elves only fought to defend themselves, reluctant to escalate the fighting, but the dragons' ferocity forced them to attack for their own survival. The conflict lasted five years until an elf named Eragon found a dragon egg abandoned." Brom says
Eragon blinked in surprise. There was an elf who had the same name as him? Why? Even Devon blinked in surprise.
"Ah, I see you didn't know of your namesake." Brom says
"No." Eragon says
"Then you should find this more interesting. No one knows why the egg was abandoned. Some say the parents were killed by elves in an attack. Others believe the dragons left it there purposefully. Either way, Eragon saw the values of raising a friendly dragon. He cared for it in secret, seeking help from the Keyblade Wielder and dragoness, who began the alliance. In the custom of the Ancient Language, Eragon named his dragon Bid'Daum. The Keyblade Wielder, the elf, and their two dragons traveled together with other dragons and Keyblade Wielders, convincing them to live in peace with the elves. To ensure that war would never break out again, treaties were formed and decided it was necessary to establish the Riders. At first, the Riders were a means of communication between the elves and the dragons. However, as time passed, their worth was recognized and they were given more authority. They used the island of Vroengard as their home and built the city of Doru Araeba on it. Before Galbatorix, the Keyblade Wielders and the Riders held more power than all kings and gods in all the world. Now I believe that I have answered two of your questions." Brom says
"Yes." Eragon says
As he sat in his chair, Eragon wanted to know something. It was an amazing coincidence that was named after a Rider. And now, for some reason, his name didn't feel the same anymore.
"What does the name 'Eragon' mean?" Eragon asks
"I don't know. It's very old, and I doubt any except the elves, and fortune would have to smile greatly before you speak with one. It is a good name to have, though. You should be proud of it. Not everyone has one so honorable." Brom says
"Where were humans when the Riders were created?" Eragon asks
Brom chuckled.
"We are no more native to this land than the elves, or the Keyblade Wielders, who were mostly humans themselves. It took our ancestors another three centuries to arrive here and join the Riders." Brom says
"But I thought we always lived in Palancar Valley." Eragon says
"That might be true for a few generations, but beyond that, no. Ask around and you'll find many people who haven't been here that long." Brom says
"Brom, you also spoke of dwarves. What happened to them after the Riders were destroyed?" Devon asks
"No one knows. They fought alongside the Keyblade Wielders and the Riders through the first few battles, but when it was clear that Galbatorix would win, they sealed all known entrances to their tunnels and disappeared underground. Not one has been seen since." Brom says
"And what of the dragons? Surely they weren't all killed?" Eragon asks
"That is the greatest mystery in Alagaësia nowadays. How many dragons survived Galbatorix' murderous slaughter? He spared those who agreed to serve him, but only the twisted dragons would assist in his madness. It's more than likely that the Keyblade Wielders helped some dragons escape from the king at the cost of their own lives, but if any dragons aside from Shruikan are still alive, they have hidden themselves so they will never be found by the Empire." Brom says
"Were the Urgals here when the elves came to Alagaësia?" Eragon asks
"No. They followed the elves across the sea, like ticks seeking blood. They were one of the reasons the Keyblade Wielders and Riders were valued for their battle prowess and their ability to keep the peace. Much can be learned from this history. It's a pity the king makes it a delicate subject." Brom says
"Uh, I'm sorry? Urgals? What are they?" Devon asks
"They are a race of war-like creatures that inhabit Alagaësia, seeking battle, combat, and violence. Their tribal culture is completely centered around warfare. They often fight each other, as well as human settlements and cities. Urgals give battle to everything around them, even themselves." Brom says
"Are they allied with Galbatorix, or are they slaves?" Devon asks
"Slaves. The king cast a spell that made the Urgals serve him against their wishes. They're nothing but pawns to him." Brom says
Devon was disturbed by what he just learned about Urgals and their violent, war-based culture. It seemed like all they do is cause nothing but trouble for everyone. Changing the subject, Devon asked more about the Dragon Riders, curious as to how strong they were.
"What else can you tell us about the Riders?" Devon asks
"Well, like the Keyblade, dragons were magical, affecting everything around them. The Riders were closest to them and experienced this the most. The most common side effect was extended life, enabling them to live for many years. Galbatorix has lived long enough to make that apparent, though most attribute to his own magic. There were also other, less noticeable changes. The Riders were stronger of body, keener of mind, and truer of sight than normal men. A single Rider would have the strength of ten men, and were immortal until death, blade, or poison took them. Also, a human Rider would slowly gain pointed ears, though never as prominent as an elf's." Brom says
Eragon nearly touched his ears upon hearing this, but he stopped. He could only wonder how Saphira would change his life. Not only could she hear his thoughts, but she could alter his body?
"Okay. Now, Brom, what do you know about the Keyblade Wielders?" Devon asks
"The Keyblade Wielders were one of the most powerful beings to ever exist. They were world-travelers, traversing the stars to places unimaginable, living for countless years, affecting everyone and everything around them in many strange ways, more so than even the dragons. Like the Riders, they were bestowed with many wonderous gifts. Long life, incredible strength, fast speed, and much more. Keyblade Wielders were gifted in all kinds of magic, able to wield Fire, Ice, Thunder, Wind, Earth, even Time. And yet, they were a rare few who possessed even the most rarest of magic: The Power of Healing." Brom says
"The Power of Healing?" Eragon asks
"An exceptionally rare power among Keyblade Wielders. Those who were gifted with such power could mend great wounds, broken bones, cure illness, even loss of limb. They could heal themselves, another person, even multitudes of people at once. And if one was truly powerful enough in their magic, they could save others from the brink of death." Brom says
Eragon blinked in surprise and shared glances with Devon, who was equally surprised.
"You mean they could actually save people from dying?" Eragon asks
"That really depends on how strong a Keyblade Wielder is with their magic, but this incredible power does not come without a cost. For with all great powers, there is a price. The Power of Healing depended on the user's own life energy, putting much strain on the body and soul, mostly rendering them weak, sometimes unconscious. And if the Keyblade Wielder ever uses The Power of Healing beyond their capabilities, they would die, or worse... But like I said, if a Keyblade Wielder was truly capable and powerful with their magic, they could withstand these negative effects altogether." Brom says
Devon glances down at his right-hand, thinking about what he just learned about the Power of Healing. Only the rarest of Keyblade Wielders were able to possess such a miraculous ability, and it was clear now that he was in that category. Devon had the Power of Healing. He knew he had this power, there was no doubt of that, but he never thought that he could develop it to such level where he could really save others from dying. He had used the Power of Healing in the past and each use sapped him a bit of his strength. Who knows what could happen if he used his healing abilities again. He's lucky that he didn't fall unconscious back then. Questions formed in Devon's mind, leading him to wonder. Could he actually save people from death? Did he have the strength to withstand the side effects? And if so, did he have the strength to do it without killing himself?
The old storyteller gazes over at the fireplace, watching the flames as they crackled and burned. He held a calm face and a smile as he thought about the Keyblade and it's amazing powers.
"The Keyblade truly was a marvelous weapon, as old as time itself with powers beyond those of man, elves, dragons, even gods, chosen by few who were worthy enough to wield them. Many things happened around them, mysterious, wonderous things that were impossible anywhere else. Even though the Riders and dragons worked alongside Keyblade Wielders for centuries, they never completely understood their powers and abilities. Even the Keyblade Wielders themselves didn't know the full extent of their true potential. But not everyone appreciated their gifts. While most people were filled with hope, there seldom few who feared their mysterious powers." Brom says
"Why?" Eragon asks
"Not all Keyblade Wielders were good. There were some who turned selfish and sadistic, becoming obsessed with greed, power, and control. A few Dark Keyblade Wielders even assisted in Galbatorix' madness, relishing in the chaos he unleashed, until, of course, he betrayed and killed them." Brom says
Eragon looks over at Devon on his left, wondering if there really were bad Keyblade Wielders. Devon nods his head in confirmation.
"It's true. I've recently had some encounters with a Dark Keyblade Wielder during my journey thus far. He goes by the name of Lord Drazor, the Dark Knight, and he's one nasty character." Devon says
Brom had given the two boys much to think about and it was getting late for them. Rising up from their seats, Devon shook Brom's hand, thanking him for everything he shared with them.
"Thank you for your time, Brom." Devon says
Brom smiles and nods his head, then ushers the Keyblade Wielder and farm boy to the door.
"Goodbye. And take care." Brom says
Devon and Eragon nod their heads and they head out into the night, beginning their trip back to Garrow's farm.
Once they were gone, Brom walks over to one side of the room and shifts some scrolls away from a table, revealing a scabbard with a sword in it's black sheathe. He looks upon the weapon as if he had memories of using it once before. Taking hold of the hilt, Brom pulls out the sword slightly, revealing it's iridescent blood red blade, which, inside it's sheathe, was 3 1/2 feet long, and shimmered in the light of the fireplace. It's gold pommel was teardrop-shaped, set with a ruby the size of a small egg. The hilt wrapped in silver wire, burnished until it gleamed like starlight with a black handle. And etched in the flat blade was a strange black glyph symbol.
Brom stared down at the sword in his hand, then looks back towards the door to his home. He couldn't help but feel concerned for Devon and Eragon, and he had a feeling that both of them would need his aid.
After several minutes of walking, Devon and Eragon reach the village of Carvahall when they noticed something strange. The village was eerily quiet with not a single person in sight. The streets were completely deserted. There was a chill in the air. Something was clearly wrong.
"Where is everyone?" Eragon asks
"I don't know, but I don't like this." Devon says
Cautiously, the Keyblade Wielder and farm boy walk further into the village. They searched each street, listening for the slightest noise and watching for any sign of movement. Devon and Eragon soon reach the village center and heard clattering and banging coming from Sloan's butcher shop ahead of them on their right. As they got closer, they heard the thudding sounds of punches landing on a body. Stopping at the door, Devon and Eragon noticed that the back door leading to the back of the shop was open and flickering orange lights from the fireplace inside. They also heard a sibilant, deep, moist, hissing voice speaking to another person in the room. It's words smooth, like oiled glass, worming their way through the air.
"What issss the boy's name?" A voice hisses
"I... I told you his name is Eragon." A second voice says
Eragon recognized this voice belonging to Sloan. A large shadow appears on the open door and a punching sound is heard, followed by Sloan's groans.
"Gaaah!" Sloan grunts
The two boys silently creep into the shop and hide on the other side of the wall near the door, peeking through the spacing in the wooden boards. They saw Sloan lying on a table on his back being interrogated by a dark cloaked stranger. It was the Ra'zac. They had finally arrived in Carvahall and were now seeking to find Devon, Eragon, and Saphira.
"Please! No!" Sloan groans
"The boy possessessss a blue stone. Where doessss he have it?" The stranger asks
"The boy... The boy took it with him. He... he lives on a farm... The furthest one in the valley." Sloan says
The Ra'zac punches Sloan in the side, making him cry out in pain.
"Gaaah!" Sloan cries out
"And the Keyblade Wielder? Where issss he?" The Ra'zac asks
"I don't know anything about a Keyblade Wielder! I've never seen one! I thought they all died out years ago!" Sloan groans
"One hasss returned! He wasss sighted here in this village! The reportsss confirmed it to be true! Othersss were... uncooperative." The Ra'zac says
The hooded creature pulls back it's right-hand to deliver another punch to the pathetic butcher until he calls for it to stop.
"Wait! Wait!" Sloan says
Staying it's bug-crawling hand, the Ra'zac spares a moment to hear what Sloan has to say.
"I do... recall something. The villagers talked about another boy staying with Eragon... on his uncle's farm. Maybe it's him! But that's all! I swear to the king, I know nothing else!" Sloan groans
"Your information has been helpful. We will not forget you." The Ra'zac says
The Ra'zac punches Sloan twice, making him cry out in pain again.
"Gaaaaah!" Sloan groans
Suddenly, the hooded creature turns and looks over in the boys' direction. Devon and Eragon quickly hide underneath a table as the Ra'zac leaps up onto it, landing in a crouch, and scans the shop for any intrusion. The Keyblade Wielder and farm boy could hear the rattling bug-like sounds of the Ra'zac as it was right on top of them, doing their best to keep quiet. After nearly a minute, the Ra'zac jumps down and leaves the shop, running out into the darkness of the night. Devon and Eragon watched as the strange cloaked figure, then they emerged out of hiding. The two boys looked over at Sloan as he was now unconscious, then glanced back at the door in the back where the Ra'zac had left.
"What was that?" Devon asks
"Eragon! Devon!" A voice whispers
Devon and Eragon whirled around startled, but were relieved to see that it was just the blacksmith.
"Horst?! What are you doing here?" Eragon says
"Searching for you two. Where have you been?" Horst asks
"We were at Brom's place. What's going on?" Devon asks
Horst ignored Devon and shifts his gaze at Eragon on his left.
"Eragon, do you still have that blue stone?" Horst asks
Eragon's heart fluttered. Why did Horst want to know about Saphira's egg? Maybe someone saw her! He shared nervous glances with Devon, then looks back at the smith. Trying to keep his panic to a minimum, the farm boy answers with a reply.
"I do, but why do you ask?" Eragon asks
"Two men arrived earlier this evening. Strange fellows dressed in black. They've been asking around about the stone you found. You need to be rid of it as soon as possible." Horst says
Dread filled Eragon's heart. Whoever sent Saphira's egg must've finally tracked it down. Or the Empire had learned of Saphira. It was impossible for the Ra'zac to find the egg now that Saphira had hatched. But if they knew what it was, it'll be obvious what happened. Saphira could be in danger. Even Garrow would be in danger.
"Eragon, you and Devon need to leave Carvahall quickly! Get as far away from here as you can!" Horst says
"What about him? Is he going to be alright?" Devon asks pointing at the unconscious Sloan
"I'll bring him to Gertrude, the village healer. She'll care him back to health. It's more important that you both leave Carvahall quickly." Horst says
"That thing was heading for Uncle Garrow's farm. He's in danger! We have to warn him!" Eragon says
Horst nods his head in agreement.
"Then, you'd better get to him fast. Go! Now!" Horst says
Devon and Eragon nod their heads and they ran out of the butcher's shop while Horst goes to tend to Sloan.
Grey overcast clouds began to form in the sky as the Keyblade Wielder and farm boy sped through the forests, running as fast as they could, refusing to even stop for breath as they gasped. They had to warn Garrow about the looming threat. Eragon thought about what to say to his uncle, but he was more concerned about his safety. There was no choice now. They would have to reveal Saphira. They run out into an open field and were suddenly snatched by Saphira as she swoops down and grabs them with her front paws before lifting back up into the air.
"Whoa!" Devon exclaims
"Eragon! Devon! It's you they want!" Saphira says
"Take me down!" Eragon says
"You're both in danger!" Saphira says
"What are you doing?! I have to warn my uncle!" Eragon shouts
"It's too late. There's nothing you can do." Saphira says
Devon and Eragon climb up onto Saphira's back as she levels out for a moment. The Keyblade Wielder situated himself into the small hollow on the base of the dragoness' large neck and wrapped his arms around her while the farm boy wrapped his arms around Devon's waist.
"Hold on!" Saphira says
With a flap of her wings, Saphira descends into a quick dive through in the sky with the two boys on her back, holding on for dear life. However, it was difficult for them to hold on properly since she had no saddle and they slip off Saphira during the dive. Luckily, Saphira catches Eragon by his left-leg with her right-hind paw and Devon with her left-front paw by his right-leg.
"You're ridiculous! Hold on!" Saphira shouts
"Saphira! It's not exactly easy riding a dragon bareback without a saddle!" Devon shouts
"I'm begging you! Please! Put us down now!" Eragon says
"I can't! They'll kill you both!" Saphira says
The blue dragoness holds Devon and Eragon close to her chest while they both held onto her neck.
"Take us down now!" Eragon shouts
"You stupid boy!" Saphira shouts
Folding her wings in, Saphira spirals around in the air, rolling the Keyblade Wielder and farm boy back up onto her back. The winds battered against them as the blue dragoness flies faster. Devon manages to hold on, but Eragon was losing his grip and was soon sliding down Saphira's back.
"I'm slipping!" Eragon exclaims
Devon goes back and reaches for Eragon, only to miss him by inches.
"Eragon!" Devon exclaims
Saphira glances back over her right-shoulder and roars in panic. Eragon falls off, but he manages to grab hold of Saphira's long tail.
"Take me down now!" Eragon shouts
The trio soon reach Garrow's farm as it comes into view. Saphira waited until they were only a hundred feet above the fields and finally grants her rider's request to land.
"You're giving me no choice!" Saphira says
Flying down low toward the farm, Saphira flings Eragon off her tail, but he lands safely on a haystack, which cushioned his fall. The farm boy rolls off and he lands on his feet and quickly runs towards the house while Saphira lands in the field. Devon slides off Saphira's left-side without waiting for her and rushes to catch up with Eragon.
"Eragon!" Devon exclaims
Eragon gazed upon his home with a horrified expression. The house had been blasted apart, but was still standing. Timber and boards that were once walls and roof were strewn across a wide area. The wood was pulverized as if by a giant hammer. Sooty shingles were everywhere. Twisted metal plates were all that remained of the stove. Smashed white crockery and chunks of brick from the chimney littered the floor. And thick oily smoke billowed from the barn, which had been burned down. The farm animals were either gone, killed, or frighten away.
"Uncle?" Eragon calls
The farm boy entered the wreckage with the Keyblade Wielder, who managed to catch up, and they searched around for Garrow, looking left and right for the old farmer. It wasn't long before Eragon spotted his uncle underneath a bunch of broken wood and straw.
"Uncle!" Eragon exclaims
Eragon and Devon rush over Garrow and remove the debris covering his body. Eragon was dismayed as he touched his uncle gently. Garrow's skin was gray, lifeless, and dry, as if a fever burned off the sweat. His lip was split, and there was a long scrape on his right-cheekbone. But that wasn't the worst of it. Deep, ragged burns covered most of his body, which were chalky white and oozed a clear liquid. A cloying, sickening smell hung over the old man, an odor compared to rotting fruit.
Devon puts his left-ear to Garrow's chest to listen for a heartbeat, but hears nothing. The Keyblade Wielder shuts his eyes and slowly rises back up, looking at Eragon with a grim expression. The farm boy saw the sorrow in his friend's face, which clearly said it all. His uncle Garrow was dead. Devon backs away while Eragon rests his head on the old man's chest, crying over his loss. Saphira peeks her head into the wide open doorway of the house, feeling her rider's sadness.
"Eragon?" Saphira says with concern in her voice
Eragon glances back at Saphira with anger in his eyes. Pushing himself up off Garrow's body, the farm boy stomps toward the dragoness enraged as she backs up.
"We should have been here to warn him! This is your fault!" Eragon shouts
"But, Eragon, you and Devon would have met the same fate." Saphira says
Devon chases after Eragon and quickly moves infront of Saphira, protecting her from his rage as he held his hands out to the angry farm boy.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute, Eragon! Don't pin this on Saphira! She's not responsible for Garrow's death! Whatever it was we saw in the shop it wasn't human, and obviously it was looking for us! Look at what happened to the house! We don't know what that thing was capable of! We could've been killed too!" Devon says
"No! We could have saved him! Go away! And stay away!" Eragon shouts
Devon backed away from Eragon, holding up his hands in surrender. Talking to him in his current state was apparently pointless. Eragon needed time to grieve and cool off. Devon understood that and so did Saphira. Saying no more, Devon climbs up onto the dragoness' back and they take off, flying away and disappearing over the trees towards the north. The Keyblade Wielder glances back down at Eragon as he stood there, hoping that he would be alright, then looks on ahead as Saphira kept flying nice and easy for him.
Returning to his demolished house, Eragon walked into what remained of his room to fetch a blanket for Garrow. He barely recognized it under the piles of shattered wood. Luckily, he found his bow, which was still in it's buckskin tube. The leather was scratched and scuffed, but the oiled wood was unharmed and intact. This was Eragon's only treasure now since the rest were lost. He grabbed his bow, his quiver, which also survived, though many of the arrows were broken, his empty pack, and a brown blanket for Garrow, then left the room.
Going back into the main room, the farm boy wrapped his bow and quiver into a tight bundle and tosses it and his pack onto the floor, then tends to his uncle's dead body, covering him with the blanket like a shroud. Mother, aunt, now his uncle, he had lost them all. The weight of his grief was crushing like a monstrous force that left him tottering.
"Uncle, I'm sorry..." Eragon sobs
Tears flooded Eragon's cheeks as he quietly sobs over his uncle's death. He couldn't accept that Garrow was dead. Even if he did, what was left to believe in? A merciless, uncaring world that snuffed out lives like candles before a wind? As he pushed himself off off his uncle's body, Eragon searched for some idea or hope to keep his sanity. What would he do now? How could he live with this, without any family?
Suddenly, Eragon footsteps behind him, causing him to look back. It was Brom. Blinded by his rage and thinking that it was his uncle's murderer returning, Eragon takes a broken wooden beam and charges at Brom in an attempt to strike him, but the old man grabs his right-wrist and twists it up, making the farm boy drop his weapon and fall to his knees. Brom notices the Gedwëy Ignasia on Eragon's hand and looks at him with a baffled expression.
"You?!" Brom says
Realizing who it was, Eragon rises back onto his feet and yanks his hand away from the old man.
"Let go of me!" Eragon yells
Brom's eyes scans around the room, noticing the disappearance of Devon, who he thought would be here with Eragon, before they set back on him.
"Where's your dragon? And Devon?" Brom asks
"Gone." Eragon says
"What do you mean gone?" Brom asks
"I sent her away. Devon went with her." Eragon says
Eragon walks back over to his dead uncle and picks up his bow, quiver, and pack, hefting them onto his back, while Brom follows him.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but you can't stay and mourn him. It's not safe here. They'll be back for you. We must leave." Brom says
"I'm not going anywhere. Not until I bury him." Eragon says
Brom grabs a burning piece of wood from what remained of the stove and tosses it onto the straw-strewn floor, which immediately catches fire.
"There." Brom says
"What are you doing?!" Eragon asks
"A funeral fit for a king. Come on." Brom says
Brom then grabs Eragon's arm and drags him out of the house towards the two horses that stood waiting for them near the fields. As they came outside, the sound of thunder boomed in the air. A storm was coming.
"Let go!" Eragon groans
Tired of Eragon's constant complaining, Brom grabs him by his leather vest with both hands and pulls him closer.
"Listen! They killed him, but they were after you and Devon! If we stay here, we're both dead! Now get on that horse!" Brom says
Eragon mounts the brown bay horse, but he couldn't help but stare back at Brom, thinking there was more to him than just his old age.
"Who are you?" Eragon asks demandingly
"Ride! Now!" Brom says
Brom smacks the horse's rear and sends it and Eragon off, then goes to mount his black stallion. The old man rides ahead of Eragon while he glances back at his home over his right-shoulder, watching as it is quickly engulfed in a ferocious, blazing inferno. It took only three minutes for the fire to spread throughout the whole house and now it was a large pillar of flame and smoke, reaching several feet high in the valley, almost as tall as the trees surrounding it.
"Come on, boy! Ride!" Brom says
Eragon gazes at his home one last time before he soon follows Brom into the wilderness. The world he once knew was gone. His new life as a Dragon Rider was just beginning.
In the skies above Alagaësia, Devon and Saphira flew for many minutes until they arrive in the Spine with the mountains surrounding them. Tremendous grey walls broken by granite cliffs. Long valleys and ravines beneath them. Dismayed birds screeched far below as the blue dragoness soared overhead. Herds of goats bounded from ledge to ledge on rocky bluffs.
Eventually, Saphira descends into a small clearing in a valley, pulled her wings back, and landed on her rear legs before dropping on all fours, skipping a step to keep her balance. She then lowered down for the Keyblade Wielder to dismount her as he slid off the dragoness' left-side. Devon leaned his right-hand on Saphira's large body and gazed around at their surroundings, wondering where they were.
"Where are we?" Devon asks
"Deep within the mountains of the Spine. We should be able to settle here undisturbed." Saphira says
Devon continued to look around until he noticed something on his left on the ground nearby. A large, black circular burn mark in the dirt. Curious, he walks over to investigate and kneels down, feeling the cool, scorched earth with his right-hand. As he stared down at the burn mark, Devon remembered something that Eragon told him concerning Saphira's egg when he first found it.
"I found this strange stone in the Spine. It appeared in an explosion of light, which left this big scorch mark in the ground." Eragon's voice says
At that moment, the realization hit Devon. He was standing in the exact spot where Eragon found Saphira's egg. Looking more at his surroundings, he noticed the gray trees that had been stripped of their pine needles from the explosion.
"Saphira... This is where Eragon found you, didn't he? When you were just an egg? But..." Devon asks
The young teen glances back at the blue dragoness over his right-shoulder.
"...how did you know where to find this?" Devon asks
"As Rider and Dragon, Eragon and I share a special bond through mind, body, and soul. The mark on his hand is proof of the connection. And through that link, I can gather information from the memories of my rider." Saphira says
The Keyblade Wielder stared in astonishment. Saphira shared a connection with Eragon. Through his memories, she was able to find this place. Devon gazed back down at the scorch mark, then rises up to his feet.
"Well, if you're bound to Eragon, then there's nothing we can do until he calms down. We're on our own for now." Devon says
The icy temperature of the mountains immediately hits Devon and he shivered slightly, wrapping his arms, blowing hot air into his hands, and rubbing them together to warm himself.
"Ooh... It's much colder up here. Time for a change in wardrobe." Devon says
Devon raises his right-hand up and grips it into a fist, causing the Celestial Ring on his middle-finger to glow with a bright blue light. Devon's clothes emit the same glow for five seconds before a flash of light engulfs the young teen, changing into the winter outfit he wore back in Nome, Alaska, in Balto's world.
"That's better, but I'd better start making a shelter." Devon says
"There is no need." Saphira says
With a razing drift of her tail, Saphira scraped the ground of rocks and forest debris, clearing it with one powerful stroke. She swept the site again, flattening the exposed dirt to make it more comfortable.
"Come. Rest. I will curl around you and cover you with my wings. The fire inside me will stay the cold." Saphira says
Devon had to agree with Saphira. Today had proven to been way too much unecessary excitement. Eragon needed his time to grieve and calm down, and he and Saphira needed time to rest and recuperate. The blue dragoness rolled onto her right-side and exposed her warm belly. Devon walked over and sat down on the bare ground, leaning back and huddling against the smooth scales of her underside. As he made himself comfortable, the young teen couldn't help but think about Garrow.
"Saphira? You really think we couldn't have saved Garrow?" Devon asks
"No. Before I came for you and Eragon, I observed the invaders from flight high above. They kept to the shadows of the night, but I was able to track them. Yet, they moved swiftly with such speed, crossing many miles with ease, reaching the farm in mere minutes. And while we were there, there was a strange scent surrounding the old farmer. It reeked of death. An evil poison." Saphira says
"So, are you saying that Garrow died because he was poisoned?" Devon asks
"Yes. A man of his age was utterly helpless against such a vile toxin. Garrow's death was inevitable." Saphira says
"Poor Garrow... He must've been suffering." Devon says
The Keyblade Wielder looked down at his right-hand and stared down at it long and hard until a thought crossed his mind.
"What if I used the Power of Healing? What if I could've cured Garrow from the poison? Maybe, I could've saved him." Devon asks
"Even if you could, is it worth the risk of sacrificing yourself? You, Devon, are young and far too important. You are a Keyblade Wielder, a Guardian of Light. Think. There are many who depend on you, but only you can decide who is worth saving. True, Garrow did not deserve such a fate, but he had lived his life. Death would have claimed him eventually, as it does for all things in life. It is the truth we must accept. Sometimes, we must learn to let go." Saphira asks
Devon didn't want to admit it, but what Saphira said was true. Even with all his power of the Keyblade, he can't save everyone. As much as he wanted to save Garrow, he couldn't risk killing himself, especially during his Mark of Mastery Exam when he's training to become a Keyblade Master. Thus, Devon sighed and looked down.
"You're right, Saphira. But still... Garrow didn't deserve to die like that. And I'm sure Eragon would've wanted me to try and save him. I hope he's alright." Devon say
Saphira extended her right-wing over him and enclosed him in complete darkness, forming a living tent.
"We must give him time. Eragon will come around. Rest, little one. Sleep while you can." Saphira says
Devon nods in agreement and he takes off his jacket, leaving him with just his grey short-sleeved shirt. Then, he curls up the leather winter jacket into a makeshift pillow before he lays down on his right-side and rests his head. He soon closes his eyes and surrenders to sleep. Saphira hums with a smile as she glances down at her side where the Keyblade Wielder rested, then she rests her large head over her crossed paws, snorting a puff of smoke from her nostrils.
"Tomorrow will bring change... for all of us." Saphira says
Eragon and Brom traveled south through the open wilderness of Alagaësia for hours throughout most of the day, getting as far away as they could from Carvahall. They ride their horses over hills and through forests before they settle down at night at a clearing, sitting around a campfire that Brom made.
"Why are you helping me?" Eragon asks
Brom looks up at Eragon with a calm expression.
"I have vested interest in keeping you and Devon alive." Brom says
"What do you mean?" Eragon asks
"Well, to put it bluntly, I'm a storyteller, and I happen to think that you and Devon will make a fine story. I know that mark on your hand. The Gedwëy Ignasia. I know where it comes from, why you and Devon came to me with those questions, and now once more the Riders live. You touched a dragon hatchling. There were hints and clues everywhere. One only had to pay attention. Anyone with the right knowledge could've done the same. Right now, you're the first Rider to exist outside the king's control for a hundred years." Brom says
Eragon stared at Brom in silence, then glances down at the fire, watching the dancing flames infront of him. Brom observed him with an intrigued expression and asked a question.
"What would you have done after you had buried your uncle?" Brom asks
Ideas whirled through Eragon's mind, but he reached the same conclusion.
"I was going to find some place to stay while I heal." Eragon says
"And after that?" Brom asks
"Then, I was going to hunt down the strangers and kill them." Eragon says
"Hmm... So, it's about vengeance, then? I would take caution, if I were you, boy. Such things like revenge, anger, and hate can lead down a dark road, and twist your way of thinking. There are more important things than revenge." Brom says
"Like what?" Eragon asks
"Justice. A chance help others. To bring good back into the world, and give people something to believe in. That there is actually hope for a better tomorrow. Like the Keyblade Wielders long ago. It's what the Riders and the dragons believed in. It's what I believed in. And perhaps..." Brom says
The old man looks at the young rider with a small smile.
"...you can too." Brom says
Eragon stared at Brom in stunned silence, almost moved by his words. He had a chance to be a hero like Devon, but he was still clouded with doubt. And how could he when he sent him and his dragon away. This left much with Eragon to think about.
The next day, it was bright and mostly sunny in the land of Alagaësia with a few white clouds in the sky. Devon was back to wearing his previous outfit when he and Saphira returned to the farm to check up on Eragon, only to find it in black, smoldering ruins. The Keyblade Wielder was shocked. Did something happen while he and Saphira were away? By the looks of the charred remains of the house, it seemed like a fire broke out, but how? And where was Eragon? Did he escape into the wilderness? All these thoughts made Devon even more worried about his friend.
"The farm... What happened? Where's Eragon?" Devon asks
The young teen glances back at the blue dragoness, thinking maybe she could pick up her rider's scent.
"Saphira? Can you smell anything?" Devon asks
Saphira lowers her head down and sniffs the ground a couple times, smelling a trail of footprints, which was still fresh in the dirt.
"Yes. I have his scent. Eragon was here, but there is another scent I don't recognize." Saphira says
"Do you know where Eragon went?" Devon asks
"He fled on horse to the south." Saphira says
"Okay! Let's go! Maybe we can spot him in the air!" Devon says
Devon jumps up onto Saphira's back and the blue dragoness flaps her large wings, taking off and flying high up into the sky.
Elsewhere, Eragon and Brom continued to travel further into the rolling hills of the wilderness throughout most of the morning until they stop and settle in a forest clearing. Brom dismounts his black stallion and goes through his gear, while Eragon dismounts his brown bay, leaning slightly tired against the saddle of his horse.
"Why here?" Eragon asks
"Because I said here. Call your dragon." Brom says
"My uncle was killed because of her." Eragon says
"She was protecting you and Devon from the Ra'zac." Brom says
"I could have taken them." Eragon says
"That's the spirit. One part brave, three parts fool." Brom says
"You don't think I couldn't do it?" Eragon asks
"You don't even know whom you're fighting. The Ra'zac kill mercilessly. That's what they do, but a boy of 15, 16..." Brom says
"Seventeen!" Eragon corrects
Brom tosses his gear down onto the grass and holds up his right-hand in defense.
"Seventeen, forgive me. But I think that even a 17-year old boy would probably only last a minute against Durza's assassins." Brom says
"Then I'll find Durza and kill him." Eragon says
"Durza's a Shade. A sorcerer possessed with demonic spirits. Find Durza..." Brom says
Brom scoffs.
"...and you'll be no better off than your uncle. You just pray to heaven he doesn't find you or Devon. 'Cause the king won't rest until he does. Alagaësia needs a hero. You and Devon are the Varden's only hope." Brom says
"Who are the Varden?" Eragon asks
"Rebels, outcasts, men who are brave or mad enough to oppose Galbatorix. They built a stronghold in the Beor Mountains." Brom says
"How do you know all of this?" Eragon asks
The old man was a bit hesitant, but he told the young rider of his relation with the Varden.
"Because I've been a part of it. I've seen things... you could never imagine. Now call your dragon." Brom says
Eragon looked down silently for a moment, unsure if Saphira would be able to hear his thoughts. She could be anywhere.
"She's far away by now. She can't hear me." Eragon says
An annoyed expression came upon Brom's face as he glances back over his right-shoulder at Eragon.
"Should we have an agreement not to lie to each other? I know she hear your thoughts. Now call your dragon." Brom says
Brom turns back to his horse for the rest of his gear, while Eragon does as he is told. He turns and looks up at the blue sky as he calls on Saphira, hoping that wherever she was his thoughts would reach her.
"Saphira? Can you find us?" Eragon says
The young rider waited and listened for a response. And soon enough, he recieved a response from Saphira.
"I never left you." Saphira says
Saphira flies overhead above the clearing, spooking the horses a bit. Eragon quickly holds onto the reins of the horses so they don't run away. Brom had just finished putting down the rest of his gear when he turned around and watched in stunned amazement as Saphira lands with Devon on her back.
"Eragon! Thank God you're alright. We were concerned about you." Devon says
Eragon smiles and nods his head at Devon, then looks up at Saphira with an apologetic expression. Something was different between them now, as if they knew each other more intimately.
"I'm sorry for what I said." Eragon apologizes
"I understand. You loved him very much." Saphira says
Devon and Saphira turn and look towards Brom on their left, who had an expression both solemn and joyous. Devon wondered if he was what Saphira smelled back at Garrow's farm, and obviously it seemed like he was willing to help them, especially since Brom was with Eragon. The blue dragoness was most curious about the newcomer.
"And who might this be?" Saphira asks
"This is Brom. He knows about dragons." Eragon says
"He knows about dragons? I'll be the judge of that." Saphira says
Saphira lets out a roar at Brom, causing him to jump back with a slight start. Devon calms her down by patting her large neck three times with his left-hand.
"Easy, Saphira. I know him from the village. He's a friend." Devon says
Brom approaches Saphira and looks up at her, gazing into her beautiful sapphire eyes. He looked vibrant and alive.
"What's her name?" Brom asks
"Saphira." Eragon says
Brom raised his right-eyebrow and a peculiar expression formed on his face.
"Out of all the names..." Brom mutters
The old man nodded his head in approval.
"It suits her well." Brom says
Brom soon walks around the blue dragoness, examining every detail of her with much intrigue.
"Muscular. Graceful proportions. Talons... nicely curved. Legs a bit thin." Brom says
Saphira growls slightly at his comment, making Brom stop in his tracks for a moment.
"Only my voice is gentle, old man." Saphira says
Devon and Eragon smile almost in laughter as Brom continues with his examination.
"Spikes sharp. All in all, a fine young dragon." Brom says impressed
"Well, he does know... a bit about dragons." Saphira says
The blue dragoness sits down on her haunches and the Keyblade Wielder slides down her back, landing on his feet. He then joins Eragon and Brom.
"And soon... strong enough to ride." Brom says
"Not me. I won't do it again." Eragon says shaking his head in defiance
Eragon was not eager to fly on Saphira again, not after their last attempt. Brom sighs.
"My story was about you, Eragon. It is your fate to be a Dragon Rider. The Varden need a rider if they are to defeat Durza and the king." Brom says
"I didn't ask for any of this." Eragon says
"But you were chosen nonetheless. A dragon will only hatch if it feels the presence of its rider. It'll wait forever if it has to." Brom says
Eragon and Devon look up towards Saphira.
"Saphira?" Devon asks
"What he says is true." Saphira says
"But now it's found you. It will serve you and only you, and that's put your life in danger." Brom says
"Because I was chosen?" Eragon asks
"No. Because the only fastest way for the king to kill your dragon is to kill you." Brom says
Devon and Eragon stared at Brom in shock and disbelief.
"What? Brom, what do you mean?" Devon asks
"A rider will live on if his dragon is killed. But if a rider dies..." Brom says
Brom looks up at the blue dragoness on his right and Devon and Eragon followed his gaze.
"So does his dragon." Saphira says
Devon switches his gaze between Eragon and Saphira, shocked by what they had learned. Eragon truly was bound to his dragon more ways than one. Partners in life, partners in death. Devon and Eragon look back at Brom as he spoke again.
"I know more about dragons and their abilities than almost anyone else alive. On your own, it might take years to learn what I can teach you. I offer my knowledge as a shortcut. As for how I know so much, I will keep that to myself." Brom says
"Brom? Do you know anything about the strangers that was looking for us in Carvahall?" Devon asks
Brom took a deep breath.
"They are called the Ra'zac. No one knows if it's the name of their race or what they have chosen to call themselves. Either way, if they have names, they keep them hidden. The Ra'zac were never seen before Galbatorix came to power. He must've found them during his travels and enlisted them into his service. Little to nothing is known about them, but I can tell you this: they are not human." Brom says
"Tch. Yeah. You ain't kidding. They really beat the hell out of Sloan back at his shop." Devon says
"How they manage our speech is a mystery, even to me. And it's doubtless that the rest of their bodies are just as twisted. That is why they are covered with cloaks all the time, regardless of the weather." Brom says
"Do they have any powers?" Devon asks
"They are stronger than any man, faster than most, and can jump incredible heights, but they cannot use magic like Keyblade Wielders or Dragon Riders." Brom says
"Well, that's some bit of good news." Devon says
"Yes. Be thankful. For if they did, you two would already be in their grasp. I also know they have a strong aversion to sunlight, though it won't stop them if they are determined, which mostly they are. I'm sure that a Keyblade Wielder like you, Devon, can be more than a match for them, but I will say this: never underestimate the Ra'zac. They are cunning and full of guile." Brom says
"How many of them are there?" Eragon asks
"As far as I know, there are only two. There might be more, but I've never seen or heard of them. It's possible they're the last of a dying race. You see, the Ra'zac are the king's personal assassins. Whenever rumors reach Galbatorix of a Keyblade Wielder or a dragon in the land, they are sent to investigate, often leaving a trail of death." Brom says
Devon and Eragon stared at Brom for a moment, taking in everything he had told them about the Ra'zac, then they look up at Saphira as she stood proudly. All the time they spent caring for the blue dragoness, they made sure that no one had seen her. So, how was it that Galbatorix knew of Saphira?
"Hold on. There's one thing I don't understand. Eragon and I raised Saphira in secret. We took a lot of extra precautions to make sure no one knew of her. So, how could Galbatorix have known about Saphira?" Devon asks
"You're right. It's unlikely that anyone from Carvahall could have informed the king. Why don't you tell me where you got the egg and how you raised Saphira. That might clarify the issue." Brom says
Eragon looked at Devon on his right, who nods his head, then they recounted all the events since Eragon found Saphira's egg in the Spine. It was wonderful to finally confide in someone. Brom asked a few questions, but he listened intently. It was a few hours in mid-day before they finished their story.
"I just wish I knew where Saphira came from. Even she doesn't remember." Eragon says
"Hmm... You've made many things clear to me. I'm sure that no one besides us has seen Saphira. The Ra'zac must've had some information outside this valley, one who's probably dead by now." Brom says
"How come a mere village storyteller happens to know so much about the Keyblade Wielders and Dragon Riders. And how do you know about the Ra'zac?" Eragon asks
"I thought I made it clear I wasn't going to talk about that." Brom says
"My uncle is dead because of this. And you're not the person I've known in Carvahall all these years. I deserve an explanation." Eragon says
"Most of my life has been spent outside of Palancar Valley. It was only in Carvahall that I took up the mantle of storyteller. I've played many roles to different people. I've a... complicated past. It was partly through a desire to escape it that I came here." Brom says
"Then who are you?" Eragon asks
Brom smiled gently.
"I am the one who is here to help you and Devon. Do not scorn these words. They are the truest I've ever spoken, but I'm not going to answer your questions. At this point, you don't need to hear my history, nor have you earned the right yet. You'll have to learn to live with that fact and the fact that I don't hand out descriptions of my life to anyone who asks." Brom says
Devon holds up his right-hand, understanding that Brom wanted to keep his privacy about the details of his life. But there was one thing he wanted to know: what was their next course of action? Hunt down the Ra'zac? Take down the king? Neither task would be easy.
"Okay. We get that you'd like your privacy, it's your business, but what do we do now? Where do we go from here? Is there anyone we can go to that will help us?" Devon asks
Brom smiled and nodded his head. There was a certain resistance group he knew that would help them.
"The Varden. We'll go to them." Brom says
Devon didn't know much about the Varden, but if they were people who were against Galbatorix, he would be more than happy to join them. The Keyblade Wielder looked at Eragon and he too nodded in agreement. It was settled. They would venture forth to find the Varden and join in their fight against the tyrant king and the Broddring Empire.
In the fortress-city of Gil'ead, a large group of Urgals were crafting weapons like swords, shields, and spears inside a dimly lit armory. The few light sources was the fires of the forge, and the light from the outside through the rectangular, iron-barred windows. Durza teleports into the room, appearing out of thin air through the darkness, causing the Urgals to stop for a moment, but they get back to work. The Shade walks through the armory, watching the Urgals go about their business. He soon approaches one Urgal captain, who had finished with a large, two-handed, double-bladed sword, and takes the weapon, examining it with much interest.
"Handsome blade. Simple." Durza says
Durza's maroon eyes dart back at the Urgal without even looking and what he does next was unexpected.
"And to the point!" Durza says raising his voice in anger
Without warning, Durza drives the sword down into the Urgal's foot, making him cry out in pain. All the other Urgals winced and shuddered at the sight. The Shade soon revealed the reason for his actions.
"The farm boy and the Keyblade Wielder evaded the Ra'zac." Durza says
Durza twists the blade and the Urgal groans even more. With an emotionless expression, the Shade gives out a command to the Urgals around him.
"Bring me his head." Durza says
The Shade removes the bladed weapon from the Urgal captain's foot and another Urgal takes it while he disappears into thin air.
Back in the forest clearing, Devon, Eragon, Brom, and Saphira began preparing for their venture to the Varden.
"So, Brom, you know where the Varden are?" Devon asks
"Yes. I was once part of their group. If memory serves, they're more than likely still stationed at Farthen Dûr, their stronghold in the Beor Mountains far to the south-east, and have remained well-hidden from the king's gaze." Brom says
"Then, that's where we'll go. What's the plan?" Devon asks
"Durza will send his Urgals after us. Ahead five hard days ride is the river town of Daret near the Ninor River, the last outpost before we reach the foothills. Now, if we can get there without being discovered, we have a chance." Brom says
"What about the Ra'zac? They'll still be searching for us, won't they?" Devon asks
"Yes, and it's plausible that they will stop at nothing to ensure that we don't reach the resistance. Remember, the Ra'zacs are the king's servants, and they will be protected wherever they go. Laws will not stop them. And in cities, they'll have access to resources and servants. Nothing is more important to Galbatorix than killing the both of you. The longer we evade the Ra'zac, the more desperate the king becomes. He knows the powers of the Keyblade and that every day, Devon, makes you stronger. We need to be very careful. It's easy to turn from hunter to hunted." Brom says
Brom looks at Devon and assigns him with his task.
"Devon, since you seem to be more accustomed with riding Saphira, you and her fly above us and scout the countryside for Urgals, or worse, Ra'zacs. If they find us, we'll need your Keyblade. The Ra'zac are strong in darkness, but are weak against light and magic." Brom says
"Both my specialty." Devon says
"Right. And both of you come to us only at night." Brom says
Devon gives Brom a thumbs-up with his right-hand and nods in understanding of their task.
"You got it." Devon says
The Keyblade Wielder walks over to the blue dragoness and was about to mount her when he stopped and looked back over his right-shoulder at the old man with a request.
"Brom, you got anything I can borrow to ride Saphira? Just so that I don't have to keep riding her bareback?" Devon asks
Brom nods his head and went over to his horse to fetch a few things. A thick, leather ox hide and some rope. Coming back to Saphira, Brom places the leather over the blue dragoness' back with Devon catching the other side. With the rope, Brom wraps it around the hide, the length behind under her front legs, and hands the ends to Devon as he sat on Saphira, who then ties it down tightly secure around her, but not too much to cause her discomfort.
"It may not be much, but it'll have to do until we can make a proper saddle. I'll see if I can make one for her later on." Brom says
Devon tested out the make-shift saddle and he was actually comfortable sitting on the leather. He held the handle loop in the rope like reins on a horse with a small strip of leather as comfortable grips for his hands.
"Yeah. It'll do. Saphira? You alright with this?" Devon says
Saphira nods her head as she glances back over her left-side at the Keyblade Wielder.
"I am, as long as you are comfortable, young one." Saphira says
Standing by his brown horse, Eragon speaks to his dragon telepathically, wishing her and Devon caution on their scouting mission.
"Be careful." Eragon says
"You be careful." Saphira says
And with that, Saphira takes to the air with a large flap of her wings, carrying Devon as he held on.
Unknown to them, the Ra'zac were closer than they thought, standing on a high cliff several miles away. From their vantage point, they could see far across the land. The rolling hills, the vast horizon, the endless trees of the forests, and Devon and Saphira as they take off into the sky from the forest below. The adventure in Alagaësia was only just beginning.
Author's Note: This was an interesting chapter. Devon and Eragon meet with Brom and they learn much about Keyblade Wielders and the Dragon Riders, including a very rare special power which Devon possesses: The Power of Healing. They also learn about the Ra'zac, who are out hunting for them. Brom steps in and offers his aid to Devon, Eragon, and Saphira on their new journey to the Varden, but our heroes better watch out cause Durza is on the hunt... for them. Let me know what you guys think. No flames please. Hope you guys like and don't forget to review!