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Chapter
Four
The Death of an Enemy
Eragon stared up at the man. His voice was familiar. The cell echoed with the sound of the man's heavy boots slam on the floor as he walked closer to the Blue Rider. The man leaned closer to Eragon, who suddenly gave out a gasp. It was Edoc'sil! The elf put a finger to his lips, and gave Eragon a potion. He knew immediately what to do. Roran stirred next to him. The man looked groggily at the two. "What?" he said, weakly. Eragon quickly drank half of the potion, and then made Roran finish of the rest. Suddenly, Eragon felt his powers coming back to him. Saphira, he called to his Dragon. He was reassured by her voice.
Worry not, little one, she said. It is time. I will be there soon.
It is time, he agreed.
The elf was taking off the armor he was wearing to disguise himself as a guard. "Where did you find that?" Eragon asked. Edoc'sil grinned.
"Let us say a guard had the misfortune of running into me," the elf said, tossing the bottle of Sethr oil to Eragon, who caught it carefully.
Eragon chuckled. "I forced the guard to tell us where your weapons where," Edoc'sil continued, handing the hammer and sword to Roran and Eragon respectively. Then, Edoc'sil handed Eragon his bow and quiver. Eragon strapped them on immediately, and followed Edoc'sil out of the cell. "Your plan worked perfectly," Eragon commented. "Where are the other elves?"
It was all Edoc'sil's idea. The two would purposefully get themselves captured. As the two Ra'zac dragged them into Helgrind, the elves cast an invisibility spell on themselves, where they sneaked into Helgrind before the gates shut. It was a profitable plan.
"We are here," a voice said behind them. Eragon turned around to see Luzu's cheerful face. Behind him were Osthato and Data.
They were in a long hallway. Eragon was not sure he could see the ends of it. It looked dreary. Along the walls of the hallway were doors to cells. There were hundreds of them. "How on earth are we to find where Katrina is?" exclaimed Eragon.
"Stay calm," said Data. "We have learned which cell your cousin's betrothed is, along with your cell. Follow me." He walked on ahead, and they followed him. Eragon realized that the cells had numbers. The Rider peered into the cells as they passed. They were empty.
"Do not worry, all of these cells are empty," said Luzu, noticing him. "The Ra'zac have not had any prisoners for a while now." The elf shivered slightly. The temperature was cold, and the party's breaths were coming out as white fog. The hallway was quiet. Almost too quiet. They continued to walk.
They walked on for about ten minutes. That was when it happened.
"What do you think you are doing out of your cell?" said a hiss behind them. They turned around quickly, to find two uncloaked Ra'zac sitting on two Lethrblaka. The Lethrblaka looked close to the Ra'zac. They were covered by black hair, completely covered. Their face much resembled the Ra'zac. However, they had four legs, all which ended in claws. They were half the size of Saphira. Red wings sprouted out of their backs.
Saphira... Eragon said. Now would be a good time.
He was acknowledged by a roar. The roof suddenly crashed down. Blue flames made a distraction. Eragon turned to the group. "RUN!" he yelled. Roran and all the elves except Edoc'sil followed his orders and ran. One of the Ra'zac followed them on the Lethrblaka. Saphira! Eragon told her. Follow it.
As you wish, Saphira said, stopping the flames and following the Ra'zac. It was a good thing the hallway was huge. Eragon took a step back after she left. He heard the sound of metal. He looked to the floor and found a scythe. Not the scythe he used to use while farming. This was for battle. He smiled slightly. This weapon suited him. He picked it up with his left hand, and drew Argetdail from its sheath with his right. Edoc'sil had his weapon at hand: an elven sword who's blade was blue. "That is a rider's blade!" Eragon said, his eyes wide. Edoc'sil simply grinned at him. They faced the Ra'zac. It was still on the Lethrblaka. But they were now in the air. The Lethrblaka soared right at the two. They quickly jumped away, with the reflexes of elves.
The Lethrblaka soared at them again. This time, Eragon was ready. He jumped at a wall, placing his feet on it. He kicked off from it, sending himself hurling at the Ra'zac. As soon as he was close enough, he sent the blade of his scythe at the Ra'zac's head. This move was blocked by the Ra'zac's sword, as Eragon had anticipated. He proceeded to kick the Ra'zac in the chest, knocking him off his mount. Edoc'sil raised his bow and aimed an arrow at the Lethrblaka. The arrow met its mark, directly between its eyes. Its wing suddenly fell limply to its side. Sensing danger, Eragon jumped off the beast, not a moment too soon. It crashed into a wall, and later fell to the floor.
In Saphira's eyes, he could see her battling with the other Lethrblaka. It proved as an outrageous match for Saphira. He could see at some points the three elves fighting the Ra'zac with Roran, who was not doing too bad.
Meanwhile, Eragon's Ra'zac was roaring at the loss of its mount. Nevertheless, it charged at Eragon, bringing its sword at his head. He blocked this blow with his sword, and aimed a blow at the Ra'zac's head with his scythe, at which point the Ra'zac ducked to evade the blow. Edoc'sil proceeded to fight alongside Eragon, and they found that they were slowly tiring out the Ra'zac. The fight continued for an hour. However, near the end, the Ra'zac managed to rip a gash at Eragon's stomach. However, while it was doing this, Edoc'sil brought his blade at the Ra'zac's neck, chopping off its head. Then the other Ra'zac suddenly appeared hurtling at them, apparently hit with one of the elves magic.
The Ra'zac quickly got up, and then aimed its blade at Edoc'sil's head.
There was not enough time to block the blow!
Eragon let go of his blade and his scythe, dropping to the floor. However, he was far from finished. His fingers tightened around his bow. He fixed an arrow on it and sent it at the Ra'zac, shouting "BRISINGR". The arrow was engulfed in blue flames, hitting the Ra'zac between the eyes only a second before the blade could hit Edoc'sil's head. It fell, dead. Meanwhile, he saw through Saphira's eyes that she had engulfed the Lethrblaka with an inferno of blue flames, leaving nothing but a burned lump on the floor when she had finished.
Eragon sighed slightly. He rested his head on the floor.
Eragon, NO! roared Saphira. Edoc'sil bent over Eragon, muttering words in the ancient language.
Eragon fell unconscious.
Author's Note:
Tee-hee, done with this chapter. YAY! Its my longest chapter so far, hope you like it.
My review responses:
Death's Mercenary: It was no problem, your story deserved it. Thank YOU for reviewing my chapter. )
Epistler: Defiantly not. That would be unreasonable. After all, the elves would have easily killed the Ra'zac before if that was all it took.
Please review, pretty please.