Chapter 19
Still pretty sad. Fanfiction is telling me I haven't had any views, but a review cleared it up for me. I received it 11 hours ago, and the problem first started the day before yesterday. This story will continue, even if I don't know how many people are reading it.
The sun had set and he could no longer see the dragon, only the occasional glint of the moonlight reflecting off its scales. Eragon stood up. He was already grieved by Arya's behaviour and rejection of him. He hoped that whoever this new Rider was, he wouldn't bring any harm. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. She had told him not to fear her for shattering his heart, but here she was, less than a week later and she had done it. He couldn't live with the idea that the elf who had been his first mate would leave him so soon. He had tried so hard to get her, and he had. But now, she didn't look at him twice. He had felt like he would go crazy when he had left Alagaësia from the lack of her company. She had just started to open up to him when his duty had called him to leave the luxuries of life.
The blue dragon was fast approaching and Eragon still wasn't sure whether friend or foe. Deciding that it would take a while for it to arrive, he turned to Saphira and they conversed for a few minutes. The Riders were leaving. Some for Edoc'sil deloi and some for Du Weldenvarden for a few days before heading back to the home island of the Riders. Suddenly, he heard a loud thud behind him. He jerked his head backwards towards where the noise had come from. There, stood a man as tall as him with cerulean eyes and dark dishevelled hair. He had a long scar traveling from his left cheek directly under his eye, down his neck and into the armour he wore. His sword was drawn and it occasionally flashed with electricity, making a sharp crackling noise every time. Behind him a dragon nearly double the size of Saphira stood regally and proudly. Her scales were the same colour as the sword, as was expected. Other than the colour of her scales, she looked like an enlarged Saphira.
Eragon drew his sword in preparation for a fight. The other man laughed.
'Greetings Eragon Shadeslayer, leader of the Riders of Alagaësia. I have waited for a long time to meet you. I am the leader of the Riders responsible of the attack on your cities. I have a peaceful preposition for you, but first let me explain who I am and what I want. I am Eragon. People from the lands not among mine gave me the nickname Oathbreaker. I want you to join me and conquer every little fragment of land on this earth. The world is round, as I am sure you'll be aware of if you have flown oversea. You can of course fight if you want to, but remember this. I will kill you if you try to stop me from taking Alagaësia. You think you have killed every one of the Riders I have under my command. You are wrong. I have hundreds of thousands of Riders for me to send into battle. Alagaësia will fall to my hands faster than your dragon can kill a hatchling, if I so wanted. However, I am giving you an opportunity to live.'
Eragon was horrified. This was the person organising the attacks on Alagaësia. He had the audacity to send Riders to massacre the elves and now he was asking him to join him in doing the same thing to his own people and others. This man wanted him to become a new incarnation of Galbatorix.
Eragon spat on the Riders face. He drew his sword and jumped backwards, getting his fighting stance ready. The man looked up at him slowly.
'Wrong answer,' he whispered.
After those two words, he was gone. Eragon was befuddled.
Where has he gone? He asked Saphira. Saphira didn't hear him, but instead leaped at the other dragon. They began fighting ferociously in the air. Saphira was ducking and dodging the swipes from the other dragon. He suddenly received a kick in the back. He fell forwards on his chest. He stood up and looked at the man. Oathbreaker looked at him. He disappeared again. He reappeared less than a second later a few feet in front of him. Eragon tried to scramble to his feet, but Oathbreaker put a foot to his shoulder and kicked him back to the ground. Clouds began swirling in the sky above. A storm was brewing. Suddenly a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, mingling with the sounds of Oathbreaker's maniacal cackle. The lightning bolt struck him on his left shoulder. He screamed in pain. The bolt blew the flesh off his face and from the left part of his chest.
A scream pierced through the sound of the storm. 'ERAGON!' it was a female voice but he didn't care about anything more. Oathbreaker was standing over his profusely bleeding body. He squatted next to him and whispered to his ear.
'You have three choices. Join me, die, or become stronger before trying to fight me. I am giving you two years before I return to take your life or take you onto my side. And, by the way, your dragon is injured just as bad as you.' and with that, he mounted his dragon and they flew off. Eragon panted heavily. He could her the blood making frothy noises for every breath he took. His face and chest burned from pain and his body still had a current running through it. He heard footsteps approach him from his right where one of his ears was still intact. Only one of his eyes were functioning properly, and then into his vision entered a beautiful elf with dark hair and dark green eyes. Tears were falling down her cheeks and she was sobbing loudly. Some of his organs had come out of his body. He could see his liver lying on his right, still attached to his oesophagus and his stomach.
'Eragon…' she whispered. 'Eragon I'm so sorry.'
And that is the end. The next chapter is going to be the final one and is not suitable for Eragon fans. Just joking. Or maybe not. Find out in the next chapter. Leave a review and I might see if I can add anything to whatever I may already have planned. Tomorrow's chapter will be long like all the others I did at the beginning of this story since I will be going back home for my last year of school before college. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I'll be back in the next one.