I do not own Eragon...... But I can dream right :D
So this is my apology for updating so late last time, longest chapter so far. Again im not so sure about this one either so please please please review to let me know what you think. Too all those who have reviewed though I just want to say ThankYOU!
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Eragon was standing in the middle of the kings thrown room while the kind resided in his chair.
"So tell me Eragon, how did you come into possession of this egg?" Galbatorix asked his voice smooth and alluring.
Now came the hard bit where Eragon had to inform him that he had disobeyed him and went back into the spine.
"I found it in the spine when I was camping there. It fell from the sky and landed not far from me." Eragon looked down as he spoke. He noticed now just how ridiculous it sounded. A dragon's egg just fell from the sky.
" This egg that you have found, had been stolen from me a long time ago by a man that I believe your familiar with, Brom." Galbatorix said. The mention of Brom's name made Eragon's blood boil.
" Now I wish to hear about the dragon itself tell me about her and the things that you have learnt about her so far." Galbatorix said.
Eragon recalled all the details that he could remember since Saphira's egg had hatched for him. Leaving out the strange dream that he had about the elf it just felt to personal to share with the king.
"I'm very pleased with you Eragon, not only did you find her egg but you are now a dragon rider, ready to do justice where it is needed and to help this empire towards peace. However you are nowhere near that yet you have much to learn. After you swear your oaths to me Eragon I shall show you the true power of a dragon rider." As the king spoke he removed himself from his chair and was now circling around Eragon looking him up and down.
" Shelgr hjarta." The king spoke with force in his voice. Eragon suddenly felt a pull towards him his eyes meeting the king's.
" That Eragon is your true name in the ancient language, translated it means hallowed heart. Your true name is what I shall use to bind you to me. Do not despair about what your name means. In our duty Eragon feelings only get in the way of doing what is best for the empire." Galbatorix said while placing a hand on Eragon's shoulder.
He didn't know how to feel about his true name it didn't surprise him yet there was a strange feeling of emptyness inside of him. However the king was right emotions were useless burdens that only got in the way of doing the greater good. For the next half n hour Galbatorix binded Eragon to him making sure that he could not be used against him in anyway.
" You seem to be in good physical shape and a good swordsmen if the rumours I have heard are correct. I shall send for your teacher Tornac to stay in this castle with you, to continue teaching you the art of sword fighting. The rest of your time shall be spent with me as I teach you and your dragon to become a true dragon and rider. Your lessons will begin tomorrow. Now go as you need your rest. Quarters have been set up for you in the castle your dragon may stay where she pleases untill we find a more permanent arrangement for her. Now leave me, I have much to think about." Galbatorix said before returning to his seat on the the throne.
"Yes my king." Eragon said said while he kneeled down on one leg before turning to leave the throne room and return to the courtyard to discuss everything with Saphira.
He found Saphira lying down in the empty courtyard, the guards must have thought that a dragon was more then enough to protect it. He approached the dragon and sat down next to it resting his back on her side. Saphira slowly opened her eyes and after looking and finding that it was Eragon resting against her, she slowly closed them again.
" How was your talk with the king little one." Saphira asked with her eyes still shut.
" I am now bound to him he knew my true name it seems. Hallowed heart it seems fiting doesent it." Eragon said threw there connection.
" Hmm." Was all she replied with.
" The king will be personally teaching us about how to become a true dragon rider, isnt that exciting Saphira the king himself. Tornac will continue teaching me the sword ahh Saphira this all feels right. Soon everyone across the land shall know our names." Eragon said. Saphira could feel Eragon's excitement through there bond.
" I look forward too it and being able to talk with him myself. However now it is late and we are both tired. Where am I to rest?" Saphira questioned.
" The king said you may sleep where you please, but I think he ment anywhere that is out of the way. We will talk with the king again soon to find out if we can get a more permenent place for you. But for now do you mind? " Eragon asked.
"Very well little one there are some trees not to far away where I will be able to hunt and sleep. However we shall still be able to communicate." Saphira said but before Eragon could say anything she added something else "I do not like being to far away from you it makes me feel uneasy ." As she said this she gently rubbed her face against Eragons in an affectionate manner.
It took Eragon off guard at first. It took him a minuete before he returned the gesture by rubbing her head.
"I feel the same way." He said softly before getting up.
" I'm going to retire to my quarters now I shall see you in the morning. I will come find you." He said as he started to walk away from Saphira. Although he felt a connection with the dragon and cared for her the affection still made Eragon a bit uneasy.
"Goodnight little one." Saphira said before getting up and flying out of the courtyard and towards the trees that she mentioned before.
It had taken sometime for Eragon to actually find his quarters. The castle was large and was filled with many corridors. When he found his room he was shocked to see how big it was. There was a large bed in the middle of the room with a door on the right leading to the bathroom. Eragon went in there and cleaned himself up after the long journey. Afterwards Eragon got ready for bed taking off his tunic and going under the sheets before falling into a blissful sleep.
Eragon found himself in a familiar place the green ferns and tress surounding him again. He looked around and saw the elf. He quickly walked towards her. She looked different since the last time he had seen her she seemed exausted she was also breathing heavely.
He thought about the last time he had approached her, his anger and confusion had gotten the better of him. This time however Eragon tried to remain calm while speaking to her.
" Tell me your name, mine is Eragon." Taking another step forward as he spoke.
She looked like she was in a trance as he took yet another step forward she was within reaching distance now. His sudden proximity seemed to wake her from her trance as she looked him in the eye. Those emerald eyes were all he could think about now, he felt himself getting lost in them before he heard her whisper.
"My name is Arya." She spoke softly
"What are you doing here Arya? How are you contaacting me in a dream?" His mind was spining as he spoke.
She opened her mouth to speak again but before she could she looked over her shoulder and quickly ran away into the tress before Eragon could stop her.
He awoke quickly after that his body was again covered in swet and he was shaking. He sat up swinging his legs over the side of the bed and resting his head in the palms of his hands. There was no way that this was a dream it felt so real.
Last time this happened Arya had appeared like this she had asked him to help her, but how. Not to mention that she was an elf. A sworn enemy of the empire. Images of her kept filling his mind her beauty those eyes.
In the life that Eragon lived he saw many beatifull women of the castle however none compared to her. Shaking his head trying to clear his mind he saw that out his window that the sun had risen.
Slowly getting up he headed for his bathroom and bathed. When he arrived back in his room he found clean clothes laid out on his bed. There were black leggings with a long white tunic and a black vest. After he got dressed he tried to contact Saphira to see what she was doing.
"Saphira, are you awake yet?" Eragon asked.
" Yes little one, I have just been out hunting. There were some dears passing by." As Saphira spoke she sent an image to Eragon of her prey.
" Well if your done eating I think that the Galbatorix may want to see us soon. Meet me in the courtyard." Eragon said.
"I'm on my way little one."
Eragon managed to find his way down to the courtyard to find Saphira already waiting for him. A smile came across his face as he saw her; he went towards her and paced a hand on her neck.
"How did you sleep Saphira?" Eragon spoke out loud.
"Very well indeed." Replied Saphira.
As Eragon was about to say something else the black doors of the courtyard opened revealing Galbatorix and his three elite guards.
"Eragon, Saphira. Today we start your training but first Eragon, Tornac will be arriving shortly go practice until he gets here. In the mean time Saphira you and I shall talk I wish to learn more about you. Afterwards Eragon we shall start our training." He said while approaching Saphira. He reached his hand out towards Saphira. She hesitantly sniffed his hand before stepping forward and letting him stroke her head.
Eragon left the two to get acquainted. He left the courtyard and headed outside to train. Taking out his sword Eragon began to slice down imaginable foes. After an hour of this Eragon was panting slowly getting up from his stance looking around as he stretched his aching muscles. In the distance he saw a horsemen riding fast down the dirt road leading into the castle. He recognized the man almost instantly Tornac. He ran to meet the man at the gates.
"Tornac!" Eragon greeted him warmly.
"Eragon ma boy how are you?" Putting his hand on Eragon's shoulder as he spoke.
"I'm well. I trust your journey went well." He said while putting his sword back in its sheath.
"Why are you putting away your sword Eragon?" He asked.
" I just thought that after your long journey you might want to rest first." Eragon replied.
"Nonsense we shall start now!" Tornac said smiling while drawing out his own sword and bringing it down towards Eragon's head.
With lightning fast reflexes Eragon brought his own sword up to block Tornac's attack.
Spinning around Eragon attacked his master's midsection. He easily defected the blow.
They continued trading blows for what seemed like hours until finally Eragon saw a whole in Tornac's defense and exploited it. His sword was pointed at Tornac's heart.
" Well I'm glad to see that you have kept up your skills while we have been separated." He said while putting his sword away. Both of them were covered in sweat and panting from the fight.
"Of course not master, I have to train twice as hard now to be able to do my duty." Eragon said smiling.
"Your duty to the king? I still cannot believe that this has happened so suddenly. I always new you would do great things Eragon however; I just wish you were able to do it without …" Before he could finish his sentence however the king and Saphira both walked out.
" Saphira!! What's happened to you"
As Saphira came out she had grown at least two and a half meters since Eragon had last seen her only hours ago.
" You are right the king is a fountain of knowledge."
"What has he done to you?"
" Do not fret little one he shall explain it all to you."
Tornac excused himself as he saw Saphira he looked upset but Eragon could not think of a reason why.
As Eragon looked over he saw the king staring intently at him. " Come Eragon, its time that I explain the knowledge I have to you, we shall go to my chambers." He said as he turned expecting Eragon in turn to follow. As they were about to enter the courtyard a large black dragon appeared. Galbatorix's dragon, Shruikan.
Shruikan towered over Saphira he felt her fear at the appearance of him. Standing there the dragon eyed both himself and Saphira before turning his nose up at Eragon and seemed to communicate with Saphira. Eragon now realized now just how frightful dragons could be.
"Shruikan shall take Saphira flying, she is very lucky to have another dragon able to teach her." Galbatorix said before turning and walking away, Eragon followed him inside.
As Eragon followed Galbatorix to his chambers he looked into Saphira's mind to find her and Shruikan flying. "Your form is agile and is made for aerobatic maneuvers. Today I shall teach you to embrace this, listen to me because I shall not repeat the things I say. Keep up pup." He heard him saying to Saphira.
"Yes master." Was the last thing he heard before he pulled himself out of her mind. When he came back to where he was he found that they had reached the king's chambers. When they went inside he saw that a feat had been set out on a table in the middle of the room.
"Sit." Galbatorix instructed. When they were both seated Galbatorix but his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his hands.
"Your father was an amazing rider Eragon. I can feel the power within you and I shall teach you to embrace it. However first you must learn the ancient language." He pointed towards the fireplace in the room. "Brisngr." Flames erupted from the fireplace.
Eragon stared at the fireplace that was now fully alight. He had used magic, Eragon knew very little about magic. He had never seen it used before.
" Brisngr, Eragon is a word in the ancient language that means fire. You must understand the meanings behind the words before you are able to cast a spell. The use of magic can be draining for some, however I have found away to make it easier for you. I'm sure you realized the difference in Saphira's size when you last saw her, this." He walked over to a desk in his room and removed an egg like shape from it before sitting back down again.
" This is known as the heart of hearts. When a dragon dies he can chose do give it up their souls and remain in here. The dragon riders of old were closed to ideas of how we could use these. They wasted them they didn't know the true potential of them as I do now. Eragon place your hands onto it and try to focus what is inside." Galbatorix placed the heart of hearts onto the middle of the table. He did as the king asked of him placing his hands slowly onto it. He immediately felt the energy coming from it with fright he quickly withdrew his hands from it.
"What.. How?" Was all he was able to get out. The king smiled at his reaction.
" You could feel the energy with in it?" He asked Eragon just nodded.
" I gave Saphira some of it. There isn't as much as there was before she took quite a lot. It excelled her growth. That is all she could handle at this time. However in a few days time I shall give her more then she shall be fully-grown. You too are able to absorb the power within it. The dragons souls will become one with yours." He said. Eragon nodded his head showing that he understood what he was saying.
" The dragons shall be back in about in a few ours so until they do we will go over words in the ancient language." Galbatorix said before launching into depth about the meaning behind the ancient words.
It was nearly dark before Eragon left the kings chambers his mind spinning with all the new knowledge. He was able to cast a few spells during his time with the king and it left him feeling tired and weak.
He slowly waked towards the room that he knew Tornac was staying in he wished to have some company before he turned in. Saphira had still not arrived back yet and as he looked into her mind he could see the Dragons sitting on a hill where Shruikan was telling her the most affective ways of attacking enemy's that reside on the ground while in the air.
As he withdrew himself from Saphira's mind he realized just how much he missed not being with her. For two weeks they had been together, the only time they weren't was when Saphira went to hunt. Although she wasn't far away he felt like a part of him was missing. He sighed as he reached Tornac's door. He knocked on the door twice.
"Come in." Eragon could hear the anger in his voice and he still did not understand it. As he opened the door he found Tornac sitting on his bed. His belongings were sitting on the floor not far from him.
"You haven't unpacked yet I see." Eragon said trying to ease the tension in the room.
" No I didn't feel like it after seeing the stunt that the king had pulled on Saphira." Eragon was confused now.
"What stunt?" He questioned.
" Forcing her to grow that fast! She is still young I thought he would at least of let her grow naturally. That man has no patience, I'm sure he's already started to teach you dark magic." He said as he stood and started pacing the room.
"He's merely doing what he feels is best for Saphira and I." Eragon said defending the king.
"Boy!! You are blind you do not know his true intentions Eragon do not think for a second that man cares about you. He is only using you. You're his sword that he will use to punish innocent people. If the riders of old were still around you would know what it means to be a true Dragon rider! All he trains you for is to kill!" Tornac spoke loudly.
"How is that different then what you have done? You have taught me to kill with a sword when I was a young boy." Eragon said getting equally as angry.
"The riders of old did nothing for this land, they grew weak. The weak do not survive in this world Tornac." Eragon moved closer to the bed as he spoke.
" You mistake what I trained you for. I trained you to be able to defend yourself and others! As for the riders of old you know nothing of them only that of what that twisted man has told you. You fall for the illusion that he is a kind and civil man you have not yet seen his true side! He burns innocent people alive, any one who stands up to him ends up dead!" Tornac spoke again raising his voice.
" What has gotten you in such a state Tornac I still don't understand why you are saying all these awful lies." Eragon said lowering his voice.
"Lies! These are not lies Eragon, why would I lie to you? You are the closest thing I have had to a son. Why you ask. To use the Dragons heart of hearts they way he does is the most horrific thing. The spirits of those dragons were there to share their wisdom with the younger generation they were not meant to be used in this manner!" Raising his voice again as he spoke.
Eragon was about to argue with him again when he realized something. "Tell me Tornac how do you know of all these things. The king has not told anyone apart from Saphira and I so explain to me how do you know about the heart of hearts? Along with the riders of old?" Eragon questioned him. It was at that time Eragon thought that Tornac was hiding something big from him.
Tornac did not reply instead he just stared down at the ground.
" Answer me Tornac! How?" Eragon yelled. When Tornac again didn't reply Eragon took his frustration out on his belongings kicking them across the room. Everything that was in his bags was now on the floor of his room.
As Eragon was again about to demand answers from a man he thought to be a friend and a father figure. He saw a glint of red on other side of the room. It was a Ruby red colour to be more precise as he slowly walked towards the object that was covered with clothes he shot a questioning glance at Tornac. Who now met his questioning stare. Eragon could clearly see the despair in them.
Eragon slowly kneeled down to reveal the object. His stomach dropped as he slowly peeled back the clothes. A ruby red sword he instantly recognized it as his father's sword. Zar'roc. He slowly gripped the sword in one hand before rising to his feet and turning around to face the man on the other side of the room.
He looked down again at the sword in his hands. The last he had heard the sword had been taken by the man that had killed his father, he had intended to track down the man responsible and take back what was rightfully his.
He walked towards the man that he thought he knew. Pointing Zar'roc at his throat.
"Who are you?" Eragon asked with a dangerous edge to his voice.
"Tornac." The man replied simply.
" No more of your lies old man, or I swear I will cut your head clean off!" Eragon yelled at him. Pushing him up against the wall while pushed the sword harder against the man's throat drawing blood.
" Eragon I'm sorry, my real name is Brom."
So a bit of a clifhanger ayy haha.
I know alot of questions will come with this chapter and if you review i promise ill answer them all :D
Also the title of the story is Switched so Murtagh will come into it soon. I just wanted to set Eragon's story up first.
Ohhhh and another thing. I know maybe some of you won't agree with the kings character but this is just how i see him. Acting all nice but soon we shall see his true colours.
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