Powerful Gifts
By:Novicewriter
Okay, lets see how this goes. I got absolutely no help with writing this chapter, so I read some of the big fighting scenes from the book, and some from fanfics. I am disappointed, I didn't get any reviews. cries dramatically in a corner.
Murtagh and Violet: Night Before The Battle
"Murtagh, we need to talk." came Violet's voice from behind him
"What about, Violet?" replied the older man
"It is just that you are going fighting tomorrow, and I think that you need to know."
"Know what?" said Murtagh laughing at his fiance's studdering.
"That...I'm pregnant."
Murtagh's face lit up, and his smile seemed to fill the dark tent with extra light. "Thats wonderful!"
Violet smiled to, as Murtagh ran up to her, and picked her off her feet, "Thats so wonderful!" came The exstatic man's voice
"I am glad that you are happy." said Violet smiling, once he put her down.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you are leaving tomorrow, and I am just so worried about you."
"Don't be worried, everything will be fine." soothed Murtagh
"Thank you, Murtagh. You are going to be a great husband, and father." the two hugged again, and then went to bed with smiles on their faces.
Eragon's tent
"Saphira, are you still awake?" asked Eragon
"Yes, Little One." replied Saphira
"Do you think that this battle will be our final battle?"
"Depends on what you mean by our "final" battle."
"Our last battle to fight in this war."
"I don't know, I can't fortell the future. If the Varden are defeated, then I am sure they will wait, regroup, and try again. If Galbatorix himself is defeated, then it is over, and if Galbatorix's army is defeated then they will come back. It all depends of what happens."
"Ya, I guess so."
"try to get some sleep, little one."
"I will."
The next day: two leagues outside of Furnost
The tension was extremely high within the ranks of soldiers. Everyone was on high alert, everyone had eyes open, searching the horizon for a trace of the enemy. A scout came back, holding a body.
"M...milady." came the studdering voice of a scout, "They are w...waiting for us, G...Galbabat.t.torix is...w...with them, in...in p...person."
Nausada turned toward him for the first time to see why he was so shaken, "What happened to him?" Nausada asked hardly able to make a whisper, pointing toward the boy in the man's arms.
"They shot at us, and hit him through the heart."
In the scouts arms laid Danial, the young messenger. Maybe 13 years old, the studdering scouts son.
"I am so sorry." said Nausada's calming, but quaking voice.
"I am to." said the scout, and he went in the opposite direction, toward Surda.
"Arya?" asked Nausada, "Is this wise?"
"What do you mean." answered Arya
"Is it wise to march an extremely out numbered army, to almost certain demise?"
War is never wise, but sadly necessary." replied the elf
"Thank you."
A league outside of Furnost
"There they are, my brother." said Eragon
"Yes, our enemy."replied Murtagh
Both riders looked out upon the vast army of Uru'bean. The Varden army was set out on a hill, where they would have the upper ground.
The beginning of the battle
The first volley of arrows shot past Galbatorix's ranks, and the battle began.
Both sides charged forward, meeting in the middle, swords clashing, and arrows springing to life, whizzing past the faces of the Varden troops. Both riders took off, to fight the mad king in the air.
"Hello, boys." came Galbatorix's snake like voice.
"Galbatorix, you are going to pay for the pain that you have caused the people of Alagaesia!" yelled Murtagh
"You will pay for the torture and deaths of many good people of the Varden!" followed Eragon
"Ah, boys, nice speech, but I don't believe that words will destroy me, or my army!"
Eragon could hear the swords clanking together creating sparks far below, but had to keep his mind in the fight at hand.
Galbatorix saw the stand still as a weakness, and charged into the side of Thorn. Thorn let out an anguished roar, and started clawing at the black dragon in front of him. Eragon dove into the quarrel, trying to get a clear jump from Saphira to the evil creature called a dragon in front of him.
"Saphira, fly below Shruikin, I want a clear shot." commanded Eragon
"Got it!" yelled Saphira
Saphira ducked underneath the black beast, and Eragon tried desperately to find a weak spot in the armor. The youngest of the three riders found a small spot, where Thorn had chipped off a piece of the strong metal. Eragon thrust his sword into the spot, right in the shoulder. Shruikin let out a loud roar, as blood spilled from the wound.
Murtagh saw the weak spot in Galbatorix as he talked to his dragon, and leaped onto Shruikin's back, right behind the evil king. Murtagh was just about to send the killing blow when Galbatorix turned around and magically knocked the sword out of the younger man's hands. Then pushed Murtagh off the black dragon's back, tumbling toward the ground, Thorn immediately went after him, and caught him quickly after the fall.
Eragon, came back up to fight, right as he heard the fierce dying cry of Arya. He had to put it to the back of his mind. "I have to finish this." thought Eragon, "Now."
Saphira lunged at the mad king, and Eragon jumped at him, but instead of mirroring Murtagh's actions, Eragon lunged right at the king, and sent his sword right through Galbatorix's chest. The king gasped for breath, and his dragon lowered to the ground. Where Galbatorix died a slow agonizing death. Eragon fell with the king, but was quickly caught by Saphira.
The men of Uru'bean lost heart, and surrendered to the Varden. Eragon landed in front of Murtagh, and embraced his brother. Eragon then remembered the scream of Arya. He walked through the rows of dead and dying men, elves, and dwarves until he saw her. The once beautiful face, splattered with blood. She was dead. A gash ran along her stomach, still bleeding profoundly.
Eragon tried to hold back tears, but they were stubborn, and eventually spilled out over the lids of his blood shot eyes. "And so passes Arya snit-kova." whispered Eragon through his tears.
The young rider picked up the surprisingly light body, and started to carry her towards the Varden leader.
"Nausada?" asked Eragon
The queen turned around, bloodstained and muddy, to see Eragon carrying the princess of Ellesmera, dead.
Nausada had a guard take Arya away toward the hospital tent,
"You did a wonderful thing, Eragon. The Varden would have lost if not for you."said Nausada near tears
"Thank you, Milady, but I must go now."
Eragon left Nausada there to grieve, as he went to see Saphira.
"Saphira, where are you?" asked Eragon
Saphira sent him a mental picture, and Eragon followed. He found her laying next to Thorn, who had Murtagh next to him.
"Saphira, I can't believe that it is over. Nausada is now the queen of all Alagaesia, and we are now even more of heroes then we were before." said Eragon
"Eragon, do you want to go flying, like we never got to do?" asked Saphira
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, lets go flying, without fear of being seen, and lets not worry about a mad king."
Eragon smiled, "I would really like that."
And so, Eragon and Saphira went flying, and didn't come back until nightfall. As they flew, Eragon felt a burning sensation in his back where the tattoo was located. Eragon felt his back for the familiar ink, but it had disappeard.
I am happy to say, that this is the end of my story. I have reached the end. I will write a "What happened after" chapter, so I don't leave you in the dark, but truth be told. The End.
Peace B4U