World of Empires
Ok, this gives a massive clue into who Eltor might be.
Chapter 3; The inspiration of love
"Eragon, there is nothing you can do, persuade Rhunon to make you another sword."
"Sapphira, I can't just leave her lying there, being tortured all over again by that monster."
"Eragon, listen to me, you don't even have weapons of any kind, Roran and Katrina are here and you can't just dump them randomly. If you want to rescue her then you must drop them off first."
"You right Sapphira, as always." A tear came out of his eye and both Roran and Katrina noticed. However it was Roran who spoke.
"Eragon, you loved her and you still do don't you?" he asked. Katrina meanwhile was silent only looking at Eragon curiously.
"Eragon, how on earth have you changed? According to Roran you are one of the last dragon riders on earth," she stated. Eragon smiled; clearly somebody knew how to cheer him up when he was upset. So he told her the entire story from how he found the egg, his journeys with Brom and up to the battle of the burning plains.
"Eragon, why don't you ask her out when you have rescued her, from all the things you have done for her surely she would accept you." Eragon looked sad and then slowly replied.
"Roran, I asked her before, she said no and rejected me." At these words he now began crying and now Roran knew how much he loved the elf.
"WHAT! How could she have, I could tell as could everyone that she loved you, see how she flirts with you?" said Roran, confused that his cousin had been rejected by somebody who clearly loved him.
"Roran she has a point, how old do you think she is?" asked Eragon still looking very sad and his mood had not changed.
"How should I know? Around you age?" he replied. He was not expecting what Eragon was going to say next.
"You're not very far," said Eragon sarcastically. "She is one hundred."
Roran was speechless; he whistled and then said, "Yea, but put into human terms she is like twenty."
"For once Roran, you are actually right," said Eragon with some new inspired hope that she would go out with him once he rescued him- that's if he rescued her.
"Eragon, where are we going?" asked Roran curiously.
"Ellesmera, I need to tell the Queen that her daughter has been captured by Durza, again, I will also need to persuade Rhunon to make me another sword so I can actually fight Durza."
Roran nodded and Eragon told Sapphira to fly as fast as they could so that they would not waste any time in rescuing his loved one.
Whilst flying over the great Elven capital many of the elves, old and young pointed at Eragon and Sapphira, calling him great names but completely ignoring Katrina and Roran but whom didn't mind. They landed outside the royal palace and were greeted by none other than Vanir.
"Greetings Eragon, I see you have returned, I take it this is your cousin and his fiancé no doubt. Obviously you want to see the Queen, follow me," he said. Eragon followed trying to hide his depression but failing miserably. Vanir noticed and asked him what was wrong.
"I cannot tell you, it is too embarrassing," was the reply.
Vanir showed them to the Queen's main room and then departed. Eragon did the formal Elven greeting and then spoke.
"Your majesty, in the most desperate of times I have come to bring you ill tidings. You daughter, Arya is not with us anymore."
The queen stood up looking shocked. Eragon knew immediately that he had used the wrong words and that the Queen thought she was dead.
"Your majesty, I mean that Arya has been taken prisoner by the evil shade Durza and that she is currently in Gil'ead, imprisoned. I bear full responsibility to her capture and I promise I will bring her back." At these words Queen Islanzadi cooled a little but was still quite shocked. She slowly nodded then said, "Sorry, I wish to be alone, go shadeslayer, rescue her, you will be rewarded."
She then left and Eragon decided to see his former fast Oromis, and after that to see Rhunon to see if she could make him a new weapon. He called upon Sapphira and rode her to his master's hut. He was there, as usual and before Eragon told him he already knew everything; as per usual.
"Master, Durza has come back from the dead, how has he done that?" Eragon asked, earnest for answers. At these words hope gleamed in Oromis's eyes like he had never seen before.
"That must mean, we have hope, go to Rhunon Eragon, go get a new sword, kill Durza, rescue your love, when you come back I will tell you everything." Eragon nodded, just after he done that the door knocked and Vanir came in; yet again.
"Sorry Master Eragon, Master Oromis, there is a desperate message from Queen Islanzadi; apparently there is a hooded man reluctant to speak to anyone but you."
"Master Oromis, I will go right away, if this person is an assassin then I will deal with him reasonably."
Oromis then nodded and Eragon began to leave but before doing so Oromis spoke again. "Eragon, go to Arya straight away, there is no need to come back once you've talked to the mysterious visitor." This time Eragon nodded in agreement and so Eragon left, back to the halls of Queen Islanzadi. When he got there, there was great commotion. Guards were standing around looking at the strange visitor, whom was hooded up.
"Sapphira, where are you? There maybe an assassin in the hall, stand outside the Elven palace to keep watch."
"Eragon, I am hunting and I'll be there as soon as I can."
Queen Islanzadi saw Eragon and then came to him. She did not bother with the Elven greeting and neither did Eragon. "Eragon shadeslayer, this visitor has just arrived and the only words he said are he wants to see you, when we've tried to speak with him he only said that he will talk to you." Eragon understood and nodded. He approached the visitor whom say Eragon and bowed.
"Good sir, I heard that you will talk to me and only me, what is your name and what do you want," said Eragon with the most commanding voice he could put up in his hours of depression.
"Eragon, My name is Eltor and I am here to present to you three gifts."
"Eltor, what gifts are these and why do you bring them."
"Lord Eragon, I bring them of my own will and for the goodness of Alegaesia. As of these gifts, two of these gifts are solid objects whilst the other is knowledge."
"Please Eltor; present these gifts so that I may thank you." Eragon knew this voice, a voice so familiar, yet who was it? He just couldn't pick it out. It was definitely not Murtagh.
"The first gift is knowledge, the knowledge of the fact that Galbatorix's army facing the elves are all new recruits, if you show them the correct force, maybe they can be "persuaded" to join you."
"Thank you for your information Eltor, so then it is confirmed my Queen, at the end of this month we shall commence the attack." The Queen nodded her confirmation and then Eltor spoke again.
"My second gift will benefit you all, I bring you this." Out of the sachet bag he was carrying he produced a large green sphere. It was extremely shiny, and looked like it was extremely polished; daily.
"Eltor, where the hell did you get this from?" Eragon asked, clearly shocked that an old man whom was wearing an unrevealing hood.
"Lord Eragon, I obtained this whilst I sought presence in Galbatorix. I asked him if I could see him, I lied to him saying I knew secrets of the Varden, I do indeed but I had no intention of sharing them, once I got within the fortress I killed the guards and stole the egg."
Eragon was speechless, nobody even within the powers of a rider could steal an egg as such, yet he could do it. Eragon was startled, he simply asked, "What of the third gift."
This time Eltor slowly brought up a heavy scabbard from his robes. The scabbard was decorated with many diamonds and the metal shone from the candlelight within the halls. Eltor then slowly grasped the handle out. "This, Lord Eragon is Valsthur, meaning victorious, this was the sword that the first rider Eragon used, it was his, as his right of his position as leader of the rider and now it rightfully belongs to you."
Eragon was amazed. The rider Eragon the first, his sword, now his? This was unbelievable. First an old man brings priceless information, secondly gives them a dragon egg and now, gives Eragon a brilliant sword. Eragon looked at it; it had a large sapphire in the middle and two smaller ones at each side. The metal was sharp and shining, the hilt was golden coloured, so obviously it was made of gold.
"The sword breaks once all their true owners have passed away or there won't be any left, all true owners of the sword will have everlasting energy whilst holding it," Eltor continued. He then handed Eragon the amazing sword.
"Thank you Eltor, I am in your debt forever, but please, remove your hood and show us your face." Eltor sighed and then laughed.
"Sorry, I must now leave." He bowed and then slowly walked away. Eragon suddenly lunged forward and attempted to remove the cloak but as soon as he made contact Eltor disappeared.
"Queen Islanzadi, I recognise that voice," said Eragon, worried that the sword and the gifts were all fake.
"Could it possibly be the traitor Murtagh?" she replied. She had never seen Murtagh before, only heard rumours of him, and that he was the new evil rider.
"No, it was definitely not that voice, I would have recognised it. I think it might have been a member of the Varden, a councillor maybe?"
"I do not know, but the main priority right now is to rescue my daughter, if you rescue her shadeslayer, I promise I will reward you with anything you want, anything, but first go check on Rhunon to see if there are any curses of spells of an evil kind on this sword, if there are none, do not come back to see me, go straight to Gil'ead.
"Yes my liege." Eragon slowly backed out of the door.
As he reached outside he found that again many of the Elves were starring blankly at Eragon and Sapphira like they were some form of God. The two of them moved as fast as they could through the streets not talking, hoping not to attract any attention.
When they reached an empty desolate piece of forest clearing they finally began to talk.
"Sapphira, did you hear what happened just then in the main Elven hall?"
"Yes, I heard everything, I went into your mind, I definitely recognised that voice, I tried to use my magic to find out who it was but all sources were blocked, there was nothing I could do."
"No problem Sapphira, we need to fly to Rhunon, then we go rescue Arya, yet again, what's between me and Durza is getting personal."
"Ah, young one, I sense the sadness you feel when Arya is in pain, you have a great connection with her, and let's fly to Rhunon, hellspeed."
Rhunon, the old female Elven blacksmith checked the sword over and over again. "Eragon, I made nearly all of the rider's swords, only Eragon the 1st and Galbatorix's I did not make."
She looked again and muttered something in the ancient language. A large blue circle surrounded the sword and stayed blue. "Well, all my spells indicate there is absolutely nothing wrong with this sword whatsoever. And the magic is so wielded together that I cannot penetrate it. It is true what the hooded man said; you will not lose a drop of energy whilst using this sword."
"Rhunon, do you recognise the voice of that old man in the hall?"
"Yes I recognised it, I wasn't there but like everyone else I used magic, and it caused so much commotion. I can't work out who it is, like some old magic forbids me, this is the most advanced magic, I cannot see how this was done. Enough talk Eragon, go, rescue Arya, I promise you Eragon you will not regret it." She then left.
Eragon was caught fumbling over the last few words, "I promise you Eragon you will not regret it." What on earth did that mean? Eragon did not time to try to solve riddles he needed to go and rescue the one he loved and cherished so dear. He mounted Sapphira and was about to leave when somebody grabbed him by the hand. It was Roran.
"Eragon, maybe I should come with you, after all the things you did to help me rescue Katrina, I only feel responsible to come with you," he stated. Eragon shook his head looking slightly annoyed.
"NO, this is getting to be a personal matter. Tell Queen Islanzadi who you are and she will give you and Katrina some sleeping quarters." With those words and without a goodbye he rode Sapphira and left.
They flew for tens of hour's non stop. They flew during the day, they flew during the night. Eragon poured all his energy to Sapphira but since he had the sword he himself never ran out of energy. His new weapon was priceless, a weapon which given to the wrong hands could cause chaos.
Soon they reached Gil'ead and planned their way of attack, yet again…for the third time…