Chapter 3
*Eragon's POV *
Who is this elf? Was the first question that passed through my mind when I saw an elf walk out of what I assume is a castle, like the one in Vroengard, except it was more like nature with all the vines and trees surrounding it and behind the elf was a group of people who look important.
As he went closer towards my father, Umaroth, and me he raised his hand and all the people behind them stopped. So I can assume that he has some form of authority and political power.
He was dressed much like Father in a way that he was a leader and inspires. But unlike Father, he looked much more vibrant and radiant, he seemed more compassionate and merciful, unlike Father in many ways.
When he approached Father, he funnily looked at me. Almost like asking a question. What the question is I wonder.
He talked to Father for some time and I could only catch a few words and phrases. But I am certain that I heard my name in there a couple of times.
Then they started to walk off towards a huge tree towards my right side. I started to follow them but a pearl-like colored tail closed my path towards Father and the mysterious elf.
You are to stay here little Eragon Umaroth said shifting me back with his tail.
Who is that elf Umaroth I said maybe a little too aggressively?
That is King Evandar, the king of elves Eragon, and it would do you well not speak to him the way you spoke to me Umaroth said calmingly.
I apologize Umaroth, but why did he look at me in a ghostly way
He is just astonished you are here.
Did he not know we were coming to his city Umaroth Eragon said doubtingly.
No Eragon, your father did not inform the King of our arrival in advance-
Why? Eragon obstructed And why does Father want to discuss to King Evandar, do you think they're speaking about me, why would want to talk about me, do you know why Umaroth, also -
QUIET Umaroth bellowed in annoyance How do you have so many questions, how can you able to spout such foolishness all at once how...
Umaroth continued his rant. I sighed, I don't understand what misunderstanding I did, I was just inquisitive. Maybe I do have a habit of just spouting all the questions I have all at once. I started to look around at my surroundings, making sure I understand everything that is happening. As I look towards the tremendous tree towards my right I can see the silhouetted figures of Father and King Evandar.
*Vrael's POV *
Vrael turned his head towards his friend Evandar, as they were walking back. Evandar had just concluded his long list of deductions of why Vrael should not permit negotiations with the demons and Vrael had used his time in the discussion explaining why he has to proceed to the demons concerning negotiations.
" Vrael, I just don't understand why you need to do this, just let the war happen and we can wipe the demons out once and for all! "
"Evandar, after all this time we have had with the demons, why do you still want war with the demons " Vrael replied.
" Because they are vicious savages, Vrael listen to me there is no peace with them they all deserve death in the vilest pit in hell! " Evandar said bitterly.
" Evandar, maybe some do deserve death but not all do, " Vrael said pointing at his son, Eragon, gazing at Umaroth.
" Maybe you're right Vrael, " Evandar said in defeat.
" Maybe I am or maybe I am not, " Vrael said " But either way, the only way to find out is to go to the Demonland. "
After that, they arrived at where Umaroth and Eragon were staying. As Vrael and Evandar arrived, Vrael was barraged with interrogations from his son's seemingly infinite curiosity.
Is this what he was doing to you Umaroth Vrael said
You have no idea Vrael, this little boy can annoy even the most patient dragons. Umaroth said.
Vrael chuckled, but then realized it was time. Time for Eragon to remain with the elves until Vrael comes back and if he didn't then Eragon would be raised as the son of Evandar and no one would know.
It is time Umaroth, time to leave Vrael said with sorrow. Evandar, please leave us.
Evandar nodded towards Vrael and Umaroth and went towards the throne, commanding that his counsel leaves with him as well.
" Eragon, as you know there is a war occurring with the demons now. " Vrael explained, " So I need to leave to talk with them about important matters about this conflict. "
" What, I-I do not understand Father, you are leaving? " Eragon said with great sorrow.
" Just listen Eragon, I need to leave or else the demons will come and invade, taking over all this land and its people. " Vrael said, choosing his words very carefully. " You are merely tarrying here with the elves for your safety. "
" So you are abandoning me! " Eragon shouted " You are leaving me alone, just like always. "
" No Eragon, I'm- "
" You know what Father, I had thought you had changed, I thought maybe you did l love me, but I was wrong. " Eragon said looking directly into his father's eyes. He then turns and starts running off into the lush forest.
" Eragon! " Vrael yelled " Come back! "
Vrael started to go after him but Umaroth interjected in his path saying
Let him think Vrael, he needs some time with his thoughts.
*Eragon's POV *
Eragon headed off into the forest, not caring for his idiotic father calling his name and yelling for him to come back. Eragon justed wanted to be loved in this cruel world, to have his father acknowledge for not what he was, but for who he was.
Why, why does he have to be this way Eragon thought in his mind why does he have to abandon me, just like everyone else.
Eragon kept on sprinted through the trees and bushes, not caring for where he went, just wanting to be away from him.
Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead before falling away into the verdant grass.
Eragon's thoughts continued to be dark, each one being more tragic than the previous.
What is the point in all this, life is just meaningless, there's no for me, there's no one who loves or even cares about me. Eragon thought
Eragon ran through the branches, some of them cutting his cheeks and his arms. All the while thinking of the dark thoughts.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, he had to rest.
And so he sat on a boulder overlooking a small stream, coursing through the vibrant life of the forest.
His eyes began to shut as he slept on the boulder, as uncomfortable it may have been but, Eragon was too tired to do anything.
Eragon's eyes began to open as a bright light temporarily blinded him and made him cover his eyes but a pearl-white hand stopped his hand.
" Don't move, " A very stern voice said. Eragon could tell it was feminine but, he could not recognize it.
He tried to get up, but the same hand pushed him back down.
" I said don't move, " the same feminine voice said.
" Who-who are you? " Eragon managed to at least spit out those words.
" My name is Arya Dröttningu, and you however you are, is very idiotic,"
Author's Note
Hello my bestest friends. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and remember to review so I know how you felt about this chapter. Also, be sure to tell any ideas you might want me to include in this story.
Well, anyways toodle dee doo.
