I'm a big Eragon fan, and I couldn't wait to start writing an Eragon fic. An idea finally hit me earlier today. I hope you guys like this, and be completely honest in your reviews, which I ask you guys to send. Okay, I'm starting to sound like a robot here, on with the story. It's in Eragon's POV.
I stood on the battlefield, still in shock, still in disbelief. It didn't help the fact that no matter where I looked, pain was there. If I looked to the ground, I would see pools of blood, or the bodies of men and dwarves.
Then I looked to the hill top, and instantly the memory of the battle would flood my mind...
I was right beside Saphira, but it felt like we were one. One body, one mind, one soul. The sound of steal clashing, and cries of fear and pain peirced the dark red sky.
Whoever was foolish enough to stand in our way was cut down, whether it was by claw or sword. Then, a horn sounded at a hill. I looked up, clear from enemies at the moment. And saw a dragon.
At first I thought it was Galbatorix and Shruiken, since the smoke of the plains was so thick. I almost wish it had been. There, stood a red dragon, which meant that there was now only one egg left. Still another shock would come.
I mounted Saphira, and soon we were rocketing skyward. The red dragon did the same. Though Saphira was larger, the red dragon, was fresh. But it was a perfect balance.
Soon, the duel of the dragons ended, with neither the victor, but the duel of the riders soon began. I absorbed all the remnants of my ruby belt that I could. And the duel began.
We matched move after move. Even my new found elven abilities didn't help because of my exhaustion. And it was the only reason that rider isn't dead right now.
That's when my opponent made a familiar move, a unique move, a move I had seen only one person perform. That's when I used whatever magic I had left to pin his arms to his sides.
With only seconds to spare, I reached up, and ripped off his helm. There stood Murtagh, a rider, my enemy, and my brother. I soon fell to the ground, in exhaustion and in shock.
Then Murtagh told me he was my brother. And then, the most shocking part of the whole ordeal. Morzan was our father.
He went on to say that he was the eldest son, he should be the one to have his father's sword. He then took Zar'roc, somehow holding Saphira at bay with his own magic. And then he was gone. We may have won our battle, but I had lost mine.
The only comfort I had after the battle was Saphira and Rohan...
And now I stand on the battle field, my mind racing. I had to go back to Ellesmera to complete my training, that was definiately the first step, and... I didn't have a second step... yet.
But, I was having flashes of a plan, a ridiculous one, but a plan none the less. It involved me, and whatever forces we could gather to fight at Galbatorix's doorstep. But the battle would be a diversion, and I was to sneak in, and steal the last egg.
Even if it means going through Murtagh, and Galbatorix.
I hope that wasn't too bad for the first chapter, I couldn't think of a better way to start it then with a flashback. Remember R and R.
