AN-I'm surprised a few people have already followed the story, so in return I decide to upload early, but please don't expect another upload till next week . anyway onwards my readers =)
Chapter 2- The Treasure room (CP OWNS IC)
3 years Later (Winter Solstice)
Eragon's POV (he's now age 11)
Today was the day of the last soul merge from that the King told him, throughout the years he noticed his strength increasing each time more of the soul essence was combined with his own, now in the city of Uru Baen, only Galbatorix was capable of defeating him easily. The soldiers were no match for his speed and strength even if he was wearing weights to slow him down; over time the weights only serve to build his endurance. He has mastered the ancient language for he learned it while learning the human tongue; Galbatorix didn't want to risk him making any grammar mistakes and taught him, himself. The other soul will be more greatly integrated into his soul, the other soul that Galbatorix merged with his own increased his magic energy unlike the first soul that increased his strength and a.. weird desire that he brushed aside for the time being but it seems as time pasted on it was harder to suppress. He wondered the halls of the King's castle as it wasn't time to enter the dungeon yet…when he was younger he would avoid it..try to escape… but as time passed he accepted the truth, the King will find him no matter what, and if he didn't find him, harm could befall his mother and he would not let that happen…the only one who loved him no, he would protect her the best he could so he'll never lose her. As he walked down the halls he thought about what he traded, whenever his soul was merged with a demon's soul… he feel like he lost a part of himself to become something else…something stronger ..maybe one day he'll be strong enough like Galbatorix…. But he hated the King. No matter how much more powerful Eragon got the King would belittle him and make him suffer but as the years past he learned how defend his own mind and study harder to master random spells and spoke in the ancient language in his head, along with to animals for they were the only ones who didn't judge him..like the humans did, it still hurt to acknowledge that fact.
He kept walking until he passed a large door and then after walking aimlessly he accidentally walked into a large room; larger than the King's throne and swords of all kinds were there, magnificent blue ones, red ones, brown ones violet ones, all seem to have a particular style…as if made for a special individual. There were various treasures in the room, but he was most attracted to the beautiful swords, especially the blue one..then he saw 3 stones, but their color was vibrant compared to the stones that his castle was made of …one was blue, one was green and the other was red. Walking closer he knelt down until he was closest to the blue one and although he had no idea what drove him he reached out to touch it..it felt smooth he wondered if it was a type of jewel like a jade…but a different color…
"BOY, what are you doing here!"-The King asked as he stepped into the room and saw Eragon kneeling before his precious dragon egg, he should have known better instead of placing a ward that would alert him of any thieves, he should have just place a ward to alert him of anyone stepping here..
"I'm sorry sir!"-Eragon was now sweating and still gripping the stone
"Never mind… come with me, and bring the stone that your holding onto with you"-The King has regained his calm posture and voice
"Yes sir!"-Eragon brought the stone with him and as he followed the King to the throne room he made sure the remember the way he came…He wasn't sure why but he did
Galbatorix's POV
The boy found his way to the dragon egg… perhaps this was meant to be and if the egg hatched for hi, theres no other that I would choose, for I did train him myself after all and even at the meager age of 11 he understood more and learned quicker than most children….indeed, if the egg did hatch, I would choose no one else. Today is the last time we'll be merging his soul with the demons, he has certainly grown stronger throughout the years but it seems like it'll be a few more years before the other soul have it's effect. An unforeseen effect of the soul merge was the boy's growth although he was 11 he looked much older, around 15. He had little worries, the boy might hate him but he belongs nowhere else, the world might be large in comparison to his existence but nowhere would that demon child fit other than under his rule. However precautions could be taken, he would not allow that boy to fall into the same trap that men like Morzan and Brom did. Morzan his old friend.. might have at one time truly loved Selena which explained his trust. Then there was Brom, the two's relationship is evident with Eragon's existence, meeting Selena has changed Brom from the powerful vengeful man who one-handedly built the Varden to the man who only seeks to protect. Indeed, love seems to be a powerful weapon but the boy will never be weaken through love…tonight he'll be sure of that. After experimenting with many seals I finally decided on one… Asmodeus's seal is the best for my current situation not only will it push the boy away from emotions but it'll push him towards desires. He'll be my emotionless soldier and if that egg shall hatch…he will be my perfect creation and Brom's worst nightmare. Never, could a man like Brom be able to kill his own son, and if he does, his conscious will be tortured till the day he leaves this world. Yes, this situation is not one I where can lose. Midnight has come… it's time for the final merge
Eragon's POV
I can feel it within my body, every month during the full moon on midnight I feel the rage at its greatest and the desire ate at me and tortured me with need til morning came. Tonight will be the last night, although fear has already wrapped itself in me I refuse to show it in front of the King. The magician beganned chanting and I can feel the my soul being ripped right out of me, all my bones felt broken, crushed, and my muscles felt as if it was being tear over and over again and I screamed out, this time it was worse than the other times I saw the magician place his hand over the middle of my chest and begin chanting and the king aided him. The pain grew worse it felt as if a knife was carving through my chest and it pained me to no end, it felt deeper , instead of physical pain it was as if the pain from my chest radiated throughout my body like the waves that crashed to the shore. I was immobilized like always, not even able to try and curl up … the night slowly gave away.. and along with it, my consciousness
Selena's POV
Eragon came back once again and this time the red aura along with the purple increases in strength, his body was still wrecked with fever as I took care of him but the fever, instead of lasting for weeks only lasted a few days. However his body, which is still recovering from the soul merge, was tired and he often slept the day away and Galbatorix, as always didn't ask him to return to his trainings usually he gave Eragon a month or more to recover. As always I looked for any hints or clues to confirm what might've been happening however unlike the other times where I found nothing, this time I did find something..it was a tattoo of redness on his chest, the image looked familiar…I would have to look up upon it later. I had my guesses about Eragon's second soul type, and was very displeased yet not surprised that Galbatorix chose lust. It was his way of getting revenge on Brom, but Eragon didn't display too much difference at first but as the years past and his body grew unnaturally quicker I knew I had to at least keep progress on how that soul affect him… and so I hired fair looking maidens to work at the castle as maids, most were beggars I found on the street. Not surprisingly, there was times when Eragon's eyes lingered a bit longer than they were supposed to but then again he was a growing boy, no longer that innocent child even though he was only 11. What disturbed me the most was during the days of the full moon, his eyes had flashes of purple and looks of hunger, yet those lasted no longer than a min before he regained his thoughts and had a questioning look in his eyes. Although Eragon might not be aware of it I kept an eye on him and had those maidens serve me especially just in case, although I would like to trust him, I knew better than to risk the body of the maidens. *sighing* I began to wonder back into the days when he was a mere child, he grew up quickly, smiling as I remember the times when he would always come running to me for comfort but those days soon past by the time he was 4. He still listened whenever I talked but he commented less…questioned less..and became more detached with the rest of the world and seem to surround himself with animals sometimes mostly birds. At the age of 11 he has grown up to be a handsome boy with black hair that was almost blue and he still had his brown eyes yet they changed colors often. I left out a soft laugh at times when I noticed that the maidens were giggling about him and realized that soon, perhaps in another 5 years he'll no longer need his mother, he would be a grown man instead of the sweet boy she taught and loved.
After seeing Eragon was sound asleep again I looked at the tattoo it was red and rather hard to describe with round lines and straight ones but no doubt had I seen it somewhere. I soon returned to the library to look upon books written about demons … and found what I was looking for the Seal of Asmodeus…
My brows furrowed as I realized that Galbatorix was trying to do, the exact thing she wanted him NOT to become and it said it's only a hypothesis and it's never been tried but seeing as how old the text was the possibility of it being merely a hypothesis is too little. There was a crossed out passage at the end that I couldn't make it. Sighing to myself I begin to head back to my own room which was not far from Eragon's, but I decide that he'll be fine, when I left he seem to be sleeping peacefully; I did also order the servant to change his towels so he shouldn't be too overheated. I started walking down the hallway with my candle when I heard the sound of porcelain hitting the stone floor and I ran towards the sound….which was coming from Eragon's room…unsheathing my dagger I ran toward his room, all my years from being Morzan's Black Hand came back.
Eragon's POV
I woke up to the feeling of someone switching the cool towel upon my forehead I grabbed their wrist and pull them down onto the bed in the space next to me, on the way knocking over the porcelain cup they were holding. This indescribable desire overwhelmed me , the desire to take my mother's young servant… to devour her. Not fully aware of it I felt my hands rip the dress from her shoulders and my tongue down her neck. Faintly aware of her hands becoming intertwined with my hair….
"ERAGON?!"- I heard my mothers voice shout out
"….mother…." – I gave her a confuse look as to why she looked so..upset..so disappointed..then I followed her eyes to the women underneath me her torso bare….my eyes widen in surprise when did I do this I don't understand…but in the back of my mind I knew perfectly what I've done …I looked up at my mother….
"Mother …I"- wanting to explain but couldn't find the words… and my world slowly slipped into darkness..
Looks like Galbatorix merged a lot more of that soul this time eh?…and because summer started I believe I'm capable of uploading a chapter every 1 or 2 weeks…..
Possibilities of what might come up in the next few chapters-
Selena will be cast out of the castle by Galbatorix
Durza will soon show….
In perhaps another 2 chapters… Arya will be joining in