Hello, I'm posting my third chapter. I would really appreciate it if you left a review at the bottom of the page. I might stop posting all together if people don't like my work. Well, without further ado... here's chapter three. Enjoy.
A flood of relief tore through Eragon like a hurricane from the Surda shore. He tried to reach out with his mind to talk to Saphira, but couldn't even feel her mind. All he could do was sense her life source through the dragon-rider bond, and even that was dulled. It had to be some kind spell cast on the mountains.
"Can this ship go any faster?" he cried at the helmsman. "No, even with magic, its only a river and coastal ship. Even this little trek is risking the ship. If we go much faster our mast could fall, then we'd be stranded." he called back. "Fine," Eragon snapped, "I'll take care of this myself." He then jumped off the starboard bow and swam to shore. Almost every elf ran to the railing and watched him go. Then a young Elf walked up to Blodhgarm and said, "This is foolish. Even I wouldn't go running off into the unknown like that." Blodhgarm looked down it the Elf, who's name was Aenorabeor or broad bear.
He said, "One thing I have learned about Humans and riders is that they are stubborn, especially Human riders." When Eragon made it to shore, he looked back at the ship and at Blodhgarm. Blodhgarm just nodded his head and Eragon turned and ran off into the hills. He ran a fair ways up the mountain, then began to go around it, drawn to the spot he had heard the roar erupt. "Saphira, Saphira can you hear me?" He got no response. He kept running in the general direction.
It was now just before sundown and Eragon was still running. He felt hardly fatigue, and jogged at a pace that far outran any human runner in Alagaesia. He looked up and noticed a movement in the shadows. He halted. Instinctively his hand reached for his sword. Two eyes opened and his Elven eyesight enabled him to see the shape of the pupil.
He panicked as he stared into the eyes of an enemy he thought he had slain months ago. "Ra' zac!" he screamed, "Come down here and face me." Suddenly, almost every shadow around him stood in a preparation to attack. Eragon know there was no way he would survive if they all pounced on him. He glanced at the sapphire in the hilt of his sword.
The Ra' zac caught that eye movement and realized they were about to fight a spell caster, and if he were anything close to Tyrus, they would be doomed. Even they did kill him, he could do some serious damage. They all began a loud, long screech that the Elves, almost a whole league away, heard. They too began to panic, all but Blodhgarm who was consulting Eragon's actions with the Eldunari. Eragon cast a simple spell, "Brakka." and the screeching lessened to a dull hum. It was quickly over and he cut his connection to the spell, causing his hearing to return to normal.
He drew his sword and some nearby began to hiss. He glared at them for a few short minutes before one of them pounced with speed far superior to the ones in Alagaesia. With a flick of his wrist and turn of his hand, he sliced the creature in two. Any others nearby shied away at this. A screech was heard from overhead. Everyone looked up and watch as a Leathrblaka perched itself on a ledge, "Ssssso, your the famoussss Eragon. Your pathetic excusssse of a dragon is just on the other ssside of thisss mountain." Eragon was shocked at the communique . "Y-you talk?" "Yesssss I do." "Alright, I deeply apologize for-" He gestured to the bloody heap at his feet.
The beast above him just grunted, turned, and flew away Eragon looked back at the Ra' zac, but they were gone. Nothing but shadows, caves and a lonely oak hardly the up to his shoulders in the glare of the setting sun.
Saphira knew she was close to the edge of the mountains, because. The Leathrblaka had told her so. Though she didn't trust them, they were ordered by their superior to take her to the edge of the mountains. She was in a cave. Staring out at the ever-changing mountains. She growled as she thought of the possibility that she'd never get out. She wanted to see Eragon. Usually its him that gets into trouble, but this time its her in need of a rescue.
A ra' zac eventually appeared outside her cave. All it did was throw in a deer that was thrust over it's back, and walk away. She growled at it the whole time it was there and and extra minute after it was gone. They may not be friendly, but they are , by no means, the killers they fought in Alagaesia. About an hour later, after dark and she was asleep, a figure appeared in the doorway. Eragon tried to wake her up with his mind, but even this close, he couldn't feel her.
He looked at her and smiled at how peacefully she lay on the ground. Even though she'd been missing for nearly two days, she was still able to sleep soundly. He admired her endurance. "Vakna." He said
Alright, glad that's over. Now, I feel like I have to say that none of the spells or ancient language used in this story are mine made up. Neither are any of the characters, other than Tyrus. There will be more OCs but I may need some input. Leave a review suggesting where you want this story to go. If you don't then if I decide to keep writing it may not be what you like. If you don't want to put in a suggestion, then just comment on the quality of my story. Please, the review button is just at the bottom of the page.