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ON THE BATTLEFIELD
As the group made their way to the ramparts, they began a conversation.
"Where do you think we will hold the wedding?" asked Eragon.
"I'm not sure, I think that if all else fails, we can clear the mess hall out, but that seems less than the best option."
When they made it to the top, Arya got out her bow, and Eragon unshealthed his sword. A few feet away, Ilithia was on the back of her dragon Rubin, ready to take off to the skies.
"Do you think she's staring?" Eragon asked Arya.
"I'm not sure, but she has to know about the wedding, everyone probably does."
"But do you think that she is 'jealous'?"
"Well, i overheard you and Saphira's conversation with our new mental connection, so she might be, but i haveno sure way of knowing."
"We'll just have to have Saphira tell Rubin to see if she is."
At that moment, a faint white light blinked through the fog.
"What are we up against?" Arya inquired.
"If what the scouts said is true, then our fears have been realized. The real enemy has reawakened."
"Who is 'the real enemy'?"
"Galbatorix."
"How?"
"By our sources, he found a way, before he died, to imbue himself into an eldunari, and if its true, and the previous dragon's intelligence is also still present, then he possesed somone as a shade himself, with the power of an eldunari, then it is one of the greatest enemies in the last 200 years."
"Wha... What do you think he did to the dragon?"
"I don't want to know."
Then the light blinked again, and again, and it seemed as it got closer, it got faster, until eventually it was a solid beam of light. Ilithia was stll staring at them when a deep bronze colored dragon landed right next to her.
"Oh, hello Brand, how's your dragon, Hroel?" Ilithia said to the suave elf.
"He's good, and yourself?" Brand said in his deep baritone voice.
"I'm perfectly fine. But I could go for a nice fight, I have a small anger I need to release. But how are you feeling?"
"I feel... different, it feels like someone, or a small group of someones, are extremely happy, but at the same time, have some amount of fear and anxiety. There's also my own feelings, but those,
those don't matter to you, or anyone."
"No, I don't mind, please, tell me."
"Well, for a long time I, I have..."
But before he could finish, a small host of gray-skinned people in glowing white robes were floating towards their island with a large glowing black crystal rotated aroud them, faster than any of the humans could see.
"Black, it's always black with him." Ilithia whispered.
"It's definately Galbatorix, I can feel the manevolence, even from this high up."
"Who are the gray people?"
"They look like the ancient Elven cousins, the brisingr-brun, or fire brow, people," Arya said.
"I thought that they were a legend," said Ilithia.
"But look at them, they look exactly like the old fairths."
"Who are the fire-brow people? These people don't necessarily scream 'FIRE BROW' to me," said Eragon.
"If you look closely, you can see that their eyebrows are actually small fires of different colors; red, blue, gold," said Arya.
"Oh, I see it."
The small host was upon the readied warriors about two minutes later, but instead of one of the fire-brows speaking, the sound of Galbatorix just echoed through everyone's mind.
"Hello, young dragon-riders, oh, you really do think that you could defeat me and my host, but alas, you are all but fledglings, none of you surmounting to your two masters, who, no matter how much they think otherwise,
are still just naive children. So go ahead and try to defend yourselves, but I will reclaim this ancient island."
While the echo of the great voicefaded off, the great black crystal landed on the cobbles at the edge of the path to the castle gates, turning the cobbles within ten feet to green smoke.
Then the Fire-browed ones advanced, passing right through the bright steel gates.
"The Fire-browed ones are among some of the most magically advanced creatures in all of time, how do you think they avoided detection from everyone for such a long time?"
Gallbatorix's voice echoed, "You will never even pose as a match to these creatures. They no no fear, and they have never once been defeated in the skills of archery and swordsmanship.
They are second to none but their ancient and foolish brothers, the gray folk."
One of the farmer residents ran at the approaching threats, spear held high, and exploded into purple dust, then the dust reformed into another Fire-browed one with purple eyebrows.
"hahahaha, you foolish commoners, you have no place among the dragon riders, go back to your slave work." Galbatorix spat.
"We cannot stand idly by while Galbatorix taunts our friends and students," Eragon whispered to his friends.
"I agree, but what should we do?" Ilithia asked.
"I have only heard legends of the Fire-browed ones, but in the legends, they tried to revolt against the gray folk, but the gray folk were too powerful, and after they were defeated,
they banished them, binding all of them, never to speak, hoping that they would never be able to missuse the ancient language language, but they were so infuriated at this that they found a way to work magic,
without using the ancient language. They were able to do this because of the concrete focus and determination. But when the Gray Folk once again defeated them, using the Fire-brows' only known weakness, their pride, they went into seclusion, thought to have died off." Arya said.
"Sooo, we have to use their pride to defeat them, but how?" Brand asked.
"I would have to say that we should pose someone as a gray folk, their pride will take over, and then we can attack them in their fit of blind rage." Eragon suggested.
"That just might work."
"So who should we use? I'm not doing it, im too lightly tanned." Arya said.
"I'll do it, I've always been told that i look gray." Brand suggested.
"Ok."
Then Murtagh and Blodgharm landed.
"There isn't any other enemies around the island, their scouting force was destroyed earlier. How is everything here?" Murtagh said.
"Well, there's to much to explain, so we'll tell you later." Eragon informed him.
Then Brand traveled forward on his dragon, Hroel, and said in a booming voice, "I, Brand, am one of the ancient Gray folk, come, see if you fools stand a chance against me,
a child of the Ancient Language."
The Fire-browed ones surged forward, eyebrows blazing brilliantly. All the while, Galbatorix was booming, "NO! you fools, dont you know it's a trap?"
But before he could do anything or the fire-browed ones could get close to Brand, the others swooped down, their dragons each grabbing one of the enemies, then they al ripped them apart, burning the shreds.
"NOOOO!" exclaimed Galbatorix.
Then Galbatorix tried to float off, but before he could, all the dragons and their riders said one word in the ancient language at the same time, all seventy something of them.
This word was "jierda." Then the corupt eldunari blew up into millions of pieces.
"Let's go back home." Eragon said.
"Yeah," everyone else said at the same time.
WELL. THAT WAS EXCITING, NOW WASN'T IT. SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH A LONG TIME, (SHAME ON ME, NO COOKIES TONIGHT [NOOOO!] YEP.) I REALLY NEED TO. BUT I MIGHT UPATE AGAIN TOMORROW,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW IT IS, SO I MIGHT NOT.
BUT I NEED YOUR OPINIONS ON A COUPLE OF THINGS, 1). HOW DO YOU LIKE THE ORIGINAL CHARATERS, AND HOW ABOUT THEIR SHIP? HEH? HEH? 2). SHOULD I DO SOME LEMONS, SMUT, FLUF IN THE NEXT ONE? I DONT KNOW,
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