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Inheritance Cycle

Murtagh

Murtagh ran down the long corridors of the palace. When he was first brought to Uru'baen, he'd been amazed by the ornate columns, beautiful mosaics and intricately detailed tapestries lined the broad passages. Now he raced passed looking only straight ahead. He sped up, the sparring field was out on the other side of the palace and he was already late. Usually he woke up at dawn so he would have enough time to walk there slowly. If only I could ride Thorn, he could fly me to the field in two minutes, Murtagh thought. But Galbatorix had ordered him to walk everywhere while he was training. At the thought of Galbatorix, the anger and frustration that Murtagh had felt since the corrupt rider discovered his and Thorn's true names returned. He was angry that he was enslaved and being forced to Eragon and the varden. Eragon was his brother and he didn't want to fight him, especially since there was no way that Eragon could beat him. The varden was Alagaesia's only hope of freedom from Galbatorix's tyrannical reign. He was frustrated because there was nothing he could do about any of it unless his true name changed. Thorn said that his true name must have changed but he didn't dare to hope. What if it hadn't? Anyway if he was free, how could Galbatorix take over his mind and body like he did in Gilead?

A draft of cool air got Murtagh's attention, he shook his head in amazement. He was already outside and it was only a little way to the sparring field. His feet had brought him here as he was thinking about his problems. Stopping to take a deep breath, he straightened his back, held his head high and altered his expression into the familiar mask of cold, sneering arrogance. He strode confidently on to the field hoping he wasn't very late.

Eragon

~Wake up little one.~Eragon groaned, rolled on to his side and curled up. ~Get up now or I'll get you up~ Saphira warned. Eragon ignored her and huddled closer to the warmth. ~one, two, three...~ Eragon continued to ignore Saphira. He shivered as a draft of cold air enveloped him. ~I did warn you~ Saphira smirked, she'd flapped her wings over him causing the cool wind.

"Saphira!" Eragon yelled.

~Well, if you just got up when I told you to, I wouldn't have had to do that.~ Saphira reprimanded lightly. Eragon shrugged wearily and got dressed. He was wearing a sapphire blue tunic with silver embroidery on the hem and soft cream leggings. Before he left the tent he stapped Brisingr to his belt.

The first thing Eragon saw as he and Saphira exited the tent was a boy running towards him through the ruined city of Feinstar. He seemed a few years younger than Eragon, he had a long straight dagger in a simple sheathe on his belt and a bow and quiver on his back.

"Shadeslayer," the boy bowed panting from his run "Lady Nasuada sent me to tell you that there's a meeting at her tent in half an hour."

Eragon nodded and jumped on to Saphira's back. ~What shall we do until the meeting?~ he asked Saphira. ~We could fly,~ Saphira suggested, ~we haven't flown together for a while now except to travel or fight and we both need a rest.~

Eragon smiled, he liked the idea. When he was flying with Saphira it felt like all the problems with the war and Galbatorix couldn't reach him. They were far away and he was free in the sky, just him and Saphira.

~Yes, lets fly~ he agreed.

Saphira launched into the air, her strong wing beats took them higher and higher until they were flying above the clouds and the only thing Eragon could see was a soft white carpet below. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes as Saphira flew in slow circles. Then Eragon broke the silence, ~I miss Oromis,~ he stated. Eragon had thought about Oromis the night after the battle when he couldn't sleep. He realised that Oromis would be happy knowing that he died fighting Galbatorix and that he wouldn't want Eragon to give up because he was dead but Eragon was still sad. ~I miss him too,~ Saphira admitted, ~but we can't be miserable forever, the only thing we can do is kill Galbatorix for what he has done,~ she said firmly. Eragon didn't answer instead he sent feelings of gratitude and agreement to Saphira through their link. He knew that it wasn't Murtagh who killed Oromis, it was Galbatorix. Somehow he had taken control of Murtagh, he had spoken through Murtagh and used Murtagh's body to fight Oromis. Eragon wished that there was a way to save Murtagh but he could only do that if Murtagh's true name changed and that was a very hard thing to do. ~Its almost time for our meeting with Nasuada,~ Saphira informed Eragon. ~Lets go then,~ Eragon sighd Saphira folded her wings and spiralled down to the ground. Just before she collided, she opened her wings so she landed softly. Eragon dismounted and he and Saphira walked to Nasuada's tent.

Glaedr

Drowning in grief, the only sound was the forlorn howls that echoed in the lonely silence. Glaedr didn't know how long this had gone on for, how long he'd howled into the empty void, how much time had passed since his rider, Oromis had been killed and he found himself trapped and alone in his eldunari. It felt like centuries but it could have been seconds, Glaedr didn't know, he was lost in his anguished thoughts. Memories flashed through his mind, when his egg hatched and he was bonded with Oromis. When he learned to speak with his thoughts and he chose his name. Flying over Vroengard with Oromis on his back, he and Oromis completing their training. Fighting the forsworn on the burning planes, the roars of dragons and the clash of swords as the riders fought each other. Fighting the red hatchling and his rider, being trapped by Galbatorix when he took control of the rider, Oromis dying. Glaedr knew that Murtagh did not kill Oromis, it was Galbatorix. Galbatorix killed Oromis, Galbatorix destroyed the riders, Galbatorix was the reason why dragons were nearly extinct. Glaedr roared in fury, Oromis wouldn't want him to mourn him forever, it was time for him to stop hiding away in his eldunari and help Eragon and Saphira. They would need his help.

Saphira

Saphira stretched her neck through the tent entrance and rested her head on the silk cushion that had been placed there for her. She looked around, there was a small round table at the left of the tent, a curtain made of black material obscuring the back of the tent from view. Nasuada sat on a chair in the centre of the tent, Eragon stood in front of her and Arya was next to him. Nasuada decided to continue living in a tent because she still wasn't sure if Lady Lorrana could be trusted. Even if she could be, there could still be people loyal to Galbatorix living in the keep and Nasuada didn't want to take any chances. If she was killed now the varden would be thrown into chaos.

"My lady, why have you called me here?" Eragon asked bowing to Nasuada.

"I have called you, Saphira and Arya here so we can plan what we should do next," she answered.

~Why did she need us to decide what to do next?~ Eragon asked, ~surely the most logical thing to do would be to attack Belatona.~ ~Maybe she plans to lead the varden to Belatona while we travel elsewhere to complete some other task,~ Saphira suggested ~Nasuada will explain.~

"The varden will travel to Belatona and lay siege to it, Blodgharm and his spellcasters will come with us incase Galbatorix sends Murtagh to attack us," Nasuada turned to Eragon, "you and Saphira will go with Arya to Uru'baen to steal the last dragon egg."

Saphira was suprised, she knew that the egg needed to be taken from Galbatorix, she also knew that she, Eragon and Arya would be sent to steal it, but she hadn't expected it to happen so soon. She could feel Eragon's surprise through their bond.

"Is this wise? Blodgharm and the spellcasters will be able to hold Murtagh off for a while but they can't stop him if he's using energy from the eldunari."

"We have to risk it, nothing is more important than getting that egg away from Galbatorix," Nasuada replied grimmly, "if he gets another rider all hope will be lost."

Ask her how we will get into the palace and find the egg,~ Saphira instructed Eragon. Eragon relayed her question to Nasuada.

Arya answered him, speaking for the first time, "We will take some of Jeod's scrolls with us, he has studied Uru'baen and the palace for many years."

"How will we get there?" Eragon queried.

"We can fly on Saphira for the first part of the journey unless there is a chance of us being noticed, when we are near Uru'baen we will travel on foot," Arya gave Saphira an appolagetic look, "you will need to catch up with us at night, Galbatorix can't know that we're going to steal the egg."

Saphira felt irritated about this, hiding in caves and only coming out to fly at night, she was a dragon not a weak rabbit but she sighed and and told Arya that she agreed with the plan.

"Then you leave at dawn tomorrow," Nasuada said satisfied, "now that is settled, there is another matter that I need your assistance in. Lady Lorrana insists that she does not support the empire and she will not harm the varden. Even if this is true, we cannot be sure of the other nobles and soldiers. I want you, Eragon to both check their minds to discover their intentions and make them sware in the ancient language not to take any action against the varden or do anything to help the empire."

"Of course, my lady, at what time and place shall I be ready?"

"Come back here after lunch, I will be here to see that everything goes well."

It was a clear dismissal, Saphira withdrew from the tent, allowing Eragon and Arya to walk out. She was happy and excited, she was going to save the last dragon egg, she wouldn't be the only free dragon for long. Well, if the egg hatched anyway, but Saphira was sure that it would. It had to, if it didn't the empire would win and Galbatorix would rule forever.

Eragon

Eragon stood beside Saphira at the gate of Feinstar. They were waiting for Arya, so they could leave for Uru'baen. Eragon was excited, he was going on an adventure. It would be dangerous and there was a big chance that the plan would fail but he was finally doing something that would weaken Galbatorix and give the varden a better chance of winning, he would also be travelling with Arya. He knew that Saphira was just as, if not more excited than he was, she was vibrating with tention and he could feel her annoyance at Arya's lateness. ~Arya will be here in a few minutes and then we can leave,~ he told Saphira. ~I wish she would hurry,~ Saphira grumbled ~do you have everything?~ ~I packed everything yesterday, and I checked 5 times this morning.~ It was true, after lunch yesterday Eragon had gone to Nasuada's tent to find out which nobles were loyal to Galbatorix and make all of them swear loyalty to to the varden. Three of the nobles had been executed because they already swore oaths to Galbatorix, the other seven were irritating but they wouldn't cause any trouble. The rest of the afternoon was spent packing everything necessary for the journey and archery training. ~They're here!~ Eragon winced at the enthusiastic mental shout, he glared at Saphira, then he turned to face the city.

Arya and Nasuada approached, "Are you ready to leave?" Nasuada enquired.

"Yes, my lady."

"Then good luck, Eragon shadeslayer, Saphira brightscales, Arya Drottningu, I'm counting on you," Nasuada said seriously.

~We will do our best,~ Saphira projected. Eragon and Arya nodded and jumped gracefully on to Saphira's back. As she took off, Eragon watched Nasuada standing at the gate until the city of Feinstar was a dot in the open landscape. He hoped that she would live to see the defeat of the empire.

A/N: This chapter doesn't seem as good as the first chapter, please review to tell me what I did wrong and how I can make this story better. There is a poll on my profile about what kind of person Dumbledore should be, so vote.