Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle or "Awake and Alive" by Skillet. I'm really surprised that this story is getting so many reviews and views. I will be working on "Understanding Each Other's Pain", I just wanted to finish this one up.
Chapter 4: Resist!
I'm at war with the world and they
Try to pull me into the dark
"Why should I go on? They're not going to find me, much less try to recuse me. No one would take the risk." The soft words echoed through the dark cell. He sighed, "So why I am not dead? Why do I hold on to life, despite that fact that life is meaningless."
I struggle to find my faith
As I'm slippin' from your arms
"No one is coming to get me. No one cares enough about me to take the risk. So why bother?" He looked into the gloom of the darkened room, searching for an answer, but he found nothing.
It's getting harder to stay awake
And my strength is fading fast
You breathe into me at last
He hissed out in frustration. There was an answer to his question, but he didn't want to accept it. To accept it was to accept hope, and hope was nothing more but a fantasy in his cruel reality. Yet that little spark endured, telling him that he had people who did care for him. No matter how hard he tried to break his ties, he couldn't find the heart to fully sever them.
I'm awake I'm alive
Now I know what I believe inside
Now it's my time
He finally snarled. Was this what he had been reduced to? A broken wreak full of self-pity. Did he really think this way now? A surge of rebellion flooded his body. He had walked in here willing, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life
here (right here), right now (right now)
For over a year, Eragon had questioned why he was chosen as a Rider, and he found the answer in here, in this cell, when his mind was almost gone. Or maybe he was already mad? It didn't matter.
I'll stand my ground and never back down
I know what I believe inside
I'm awake and I'm alive
No matter what, he had never given up. When he decided on a course of action, he wouldn't stop unless it endangered the people he cared for. If anyone else was faced with deciding the fate of Sloan, he knew they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. He didn't have to save him. Furthermore, he had seen no one of his status actually interact with the people themselves. Sure they made speeches and attended banquets, but he had spent his free time talking to the soldiers. He didn't have to spend time with the women and children, listening to their problems and trying to help them in anyway he could.
I'm at war with the world cause I
Ain't never gonna sell my soul
He knew that any other person who could have been chosen wouldn't spend time playing children games or helping wives with trivial errands. This wasn't a boast, it was a fact. All the leaders he knew, except for Roran, made no attempt to interact with the people they fought for.
I've already made up my mind
No matter what I can't be bought or sold
He didn't want power; he never asked for it. He only sought to end this war to ensure that a tyrant couldn't impose his will on the world. Eragon knew that he didn't want the throne. All he wanted, like Roran, a peaceful life with the people he cared for.
When my faith is getting weak
And I feel like giving in
You breathe into me again
Maybe he wouldn't get that; maybe he couldn't change the violence that swept the land like a wildfire, but he could, no would try his best. That was a promise that he would honor no matter what.
I'm awake I'm alive
The young Rider leant against the wall, breathing heavily. It had been a massive effort to sit up but now he could prop himself against the stonewalls to relieve some of his weight
Now I know what I believe inside
Now it's my time
With a grimy hand, he wiped the semi-dried blood from his eyes. Eragon stared at the door, waiting.
I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life
here (right here), right now (right now)
Time passed. He did not know how long, but he finally managed to stand after a fashion. Propping himself against the wall, he made his way towards the door. He stopped as he reached the frame. From this position, he could ambush anyone coming in.
I'll stand my ground and never back down
I know what I believe inside
I'm awake and I'm alive
Two soldiers marched down the corridor. Their heavy footsteps echoed down the dimly lit corridor.
Waking up waking up
Waking up waking up
"Why the sudden hurry? There's no way he can escape, you know."
"Don't know, but my guess is that someone tried to break in. They probably want to move him out of the city before he is recused." The two soldiers stopped at the large metal slab. Their torches cast three shadows on the stone floor.
Waking up waking up
Waking up waking up
"Let's get a move on," one of the soldiers hissed.
"Yeah, yeah," the second soldier muttered as he disengaged the locks that held the door shut. "You think he's going to attack us when we step in? He wasn't chained to the wall; only his wrists were bound."
"No, I heard that the king himself has cast a powerful spell in the cell. Anyone in there grows so depressed that they can barely move. That boy will be lying on the ground like a corpse. Surprised he isn't a wreck by now; no one can break into his mind yet."
"Yeah? Well he better be able to walk. I'm not carrying him" The door swung open. A torch was tossed in, and the flame reflected a steely resolve in the eyes of the hidden Rider.
In the dark
I can feel you in my sleep
"Where is he?" One of the soldiers asked nervously.
"Probably in the corner, now lets move!" With those words, one of the soldiers stepped into the cell while the other looked around. The soldier who had entered the cell picked up the torch, and looked to his left. Nothing. Suddenly, he was being jerked backed as an iron chain was thrown over his head. The chain tightened, and within a minute, the windpipe had been completely crushed.
In your arms I feel you breathe into me
Forever hold this heart that I will give to you
Forever I will live for you
"What's the holdup…" The soldier outside turned around just in time to see the prisoner leaping forward. Before he could react, a stolen sword had buried itself into his chest. He tried to speak, but his lungs were full of blood. The last thing he saw was the sword being yanked out of his chest and cold brown eyes looking down at him. They looked like the eyes of a hunter.
I'm awake I'm alive
Now I know what I believe inside
Now it's my time
Eragon gritted his teeth, and knelt by the dying man. Energy flowed into him as the life of the soldier was sucked out. With a quick spell, Eragon healed himself. He hoped he had enough energy to escape.
I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life
here (right here), right now (right now)
Suddenly, he heard quiet footsteps coming around the corridor. He didn't have enough time to drag the bodies into the open cell and he didn't have enough energy to cast a spell to conceal them. Forsaking stealth, Eragon ran forward. As the figure slowly rounded the corner, he slammed it against the wall.
I'll stand my ground and never back down
I know what I believe inside
I'm awake and I'm alive
He quickly pushed himself off and ran.
"Eragon?!" The question echoed across the hall.
He stopped for a second, and the figure was beside him. It was a young woman with midnight black hair and emerald eyes. Was this an illusion? Didn't matter. On the off chance it wasn't, he turned around. "Arya?"
"Yes." The reply was breathless.
Waking up waking up
Waking up waking up
"We don't have any time to waste…"
"Tell me the first words I spoke to you. Then I'll know if you're real and I am really escaping."
Waking up waking up
Waking up waking up
"Eka aí fricai un Shur'tugal."
"So this is real and you really did care."
"Of course I did idiot, now let's move!"
Arya may seem OOC but they are trying to escape, so they really don't have a lot of time to talk.
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