Death of Prince Gilderien

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Eragon was woken by the loud ringing of Oromis's alarm clock. He found Saphira beside him, dreaming. "Saphira wake up!"

"Aww… I was busy eating Feldunost, tasted like chicken )"replied a slightly irritated Saphira.

"Come on, we must go see Master Oromis. I want to tell him about Murtagh's powers and see if he can teach me ways to rival them"

"Yes, yes let's go." Eragon climbed onto Saphira's back and they flew off towards the Crags of Tel'naeir. As they descended near Oromis's hut, Oromis walked out and greeted them.

"So you come at last Shadeslayer" said Oromis.

"Ebrithil" Eragon said bowing his head, "I'm sorry we were delayed. Many at the Varden were reluctant to let me leave."

"Do not worry for their safety for now" said Oromis calmly. "Your primary concern is to become strong enough to help. Even if you were present when Murtagh came you wouldn't make much of a difference" Eragon flinched at the mention of Murtagh and thoughts came back to him about how Murtagh betrayed him. "Eragon, do not think of such things now, your primary concern is to train and become stronger. As Galbatorix is teaching him Dark arts, I'll need to teach you faster than ever before. We will tomorrow we did before, you'll need a day to rest. You will go to the training fields and spar for 2 hours in the morning, and then you will come to me for tuition. You are dismissed for the day. Oh and Eragon, the Queen wishes to see you."

"Thank you Master Oromis, it's a pleasure to see you again. I'll go and meet Queen Islanzadi immeditaly" With that, Eragon mounted Saphira and flew off towards the Heart of Ellesmera to meet the Queen. Outside the hall, they met Arya. Eragon just ignored her and walked right past her, regarding her as a normal elf. Arya grabbed his tunic but he jerked away. She looked hurt, showing a confused expression.

"Eragon, where are you going?" asked Arya.

"Why does it concern you" Eragon said coldly, and with that left her behind, puzzled, confused and heartbroken.

Eragon entered the great hall and stood before Islanzadi "Islanzadi Drottning" Eragon bowed.

"No need for formalities. Eragon, I invited you and Saphira here to counsel me. Gilderien the Wise, Prince of House Miolandra, wielder of the White Flame of Vandil, and guardian of Ellesmera has died… possibly been killed." Islanzadi said this with great sadness. "He was also a good friend of mine. We want you Eragon, to investigate the killing and choose a new guardian for Ellesmera."

Eragon was shocked. Though he had only seen the man thrice, he knew, that Gilderien held great power. Who could be strong enough to defeat such an ancient man? He suddenly felt a pang of sorrow and swore to find the killer, if there was one. "Would it be possible for me to visit the place where the late Gilderien died?"

"You may, Eragon."

"Saphira what do you think?" asked Eragon

"Gilderien was a great man although he killed many of my kin in the wars of old. I think we should investigate" replied Saphira.

On the top of a hill, in the mountains north of the city. An elven lord, who led Eragon and Saphira here, pointed the spot to Eragon, said, "This is the place we found the body of Prince Gilderien."

After the lord and his men left, Eragon and Saphira spent more than an hour looking around the surrounding area, the only things they found were two broken swords and several pieces of armour. Looking at the armours and weapons, they agreed that Galbatorix's men were involved. "We should go, there is nothing else we can find here" suggested Saphira. But Eragon was reluctant to leave, he felt that something was there, only he couldn't figure out. He kept walking and looking around. An uncomfortable feeling came into his mind, he raised his head, looking at the grey cloudy sky, trying to get answer. Heaven gave no clue, he felt more uncomfortable, he turned his head around, and his eyes fixed onto something, his body was shaken, it was like being hit by lighting. – A small strip of a dark blue cloth was hanging inconspicuously among the branches. An image of a sprinting rider with a dark blue cape flying in his mind…

"Are you all right, Eragon?" asked Saphira

"Is him, must be him."

"Who?"

"I wish I knew"

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Haha, more of a fill in chappie but pretty important. Gilderien is/was the guradian of ellesmera if u remeber from eldest