Disclamer: Don't own Eragon.
Aelaias flung himself at Eragon with amazing speed; leaving Eragon with barely enough time to block the sword. The force of the blow sent Eragon flying backwards. As he hit the wall behind him he heard his skull crack. Immediately a steady flow of hot liquid ran down his neck, staining his tunic. As his vision flickered black he saw the elf walking towards him.
A force started pushing down on Eragon brain. As hard as he tried he was not able to keep it out, it brushed passed his barriers like they were dirt. The presence wasn't hostile though; it was welcoming and old.
'Eragon Shadeslayer, we will help you in your quest.' It said. Immediately after energy surged through Eragons veins, jolting him to awareness. After a quick survey of the room he saw Arya and Genvor fighting in the left corner. Aelaias was standing over him; speaking words the rider could not hear. As his hearing returned he only caught bits and pieces of the elfs speech.
"I never...until...Galbatorix...So I joined...better this way...not mad or evil...he is right...have to kill you...never like you...annoying..."
That was all Eragon heard. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, as he jumped to his feet with speed he did not know he had. As he flung his sword at Aelaias it seemed as though he was not controlling his actions. They were smooth and precise, something Eragon had never mastered, and barely missed their marks. Aelaias' eyes widened as Eragon struck at him with such furry.
The energy still burned through his veins. His vision began to splotch with red, and he began to taste copper. Eragon grunted as he felt his sword sink deep into flesh. Aelaias let out a cry of pain as he fell to the floor, grasping his useless sword arm.
"Deyja" Eragon whispered. At his words Aelaias slumped to the ground, dead. Out of the corner of his eye Eragon said Gevor turn and run, leaving Eragon and Arya alone. The energy suddenly left him; witch left Eragon exhausted. He fell to his knees, not having the energy to stand. He could feel Arya shaking him, but he could no longer hear. His eyes were shut tight, surrounding him with darkness. Cold hands cupped his cheeks, sending shivers through his body.
Alarm rushed through him as he relized he could not open his eyes. He fought sleep as long as he could, but eventually it took over. The last thing Eragon felt before he fell asleep was a tingling in his skull.
(Later)
"Eragon!"
His eyes shot open, revealing the small stone room. He could see Arya hovering over him, holding his face in her hands. She let out a sigh and muttered,
"Oh thank goodness." She slowly let go of his face and fell to a sitting position.
"Wh" Eragon was cut off as he fell into a coughing fit. Eventually he was able to speak, but his voice sounded rough and gruff, "What happened?"
"You lost to much blood due to a head wound." Arya said, raising her head to look Eragon in the eye. He thought he saw a flicker of fear, before her emerald eyes returned to their emotionless state.
"Oh.." Was all he managed to say.
'Eragon and Arya Sadeslayers.'
"Who's there?" Arya asked, jumping to her feet.
Do not fear, it is I; Kuthain.
A gasp slipped passed Eragons parched lips at the mention of the name.
Sit down Arya Sivit-Kona, for I have a tale to tell.
The elf obeyed and, after checking on Eragon once more, held still to listen.
The rock you opened, I believe you humans and elves call it the rock of Kuthain, is called such because I used the last of my energy to enchant it and place it where it stood until you opened it. You see, I placed spells on the rock so that it would hide my and others Eldanari until the right person came along. The right person, the one who would rid our land of Galbatorix, would open it with their true name. That person is you Eragon Shadeslayer. You are the one who will save us all.
"But-"
Do not interrupt, I have more to tell. Me and my companions watched as the riders were created. We didn't want to have riders; we longed to be free. So we came here, and lived our lives away from others. After years we relized Alagaesia had been taken over by a young man by the name of Galbatorix. We knew if we lived here for long we would be captured and used for his evil doings. So we shut ourselves in this cave, transferred out beings to our Eldanari, and waited for the time to strike down the king.
"How do you know I am that person?" Eragon asked
You opened the door, did you not?
"I just don't know if I can do it..." Muttered Eragon, "Especially without...Saphira.." Eragon could feel the tears spring to his eyes again, he held them back best he could but one escaped the slits of his closed eyes. He felt Arya grip his hand and squeeze it. He felt better after that but, the pain was still there.
Ah yes, your dragon. Said Kuthain. The room became silent for a moment, before the ancient dragon continued. We cannot terry. There is work to be done.
(POV Change: Murtagh)
"I cannot free you of your chains yet Saphira, but I do need your help." Murtagh said, hoping his offer sounded appealing.
I have a question. Saphira said, Why do these chains hold me? I try and try and yet I can not break them.
"Galbatorix enchanted them, and after several years or redoing the spell, nothing can break free. Now as I was saying, I found a scroll in Galbatorix's personal library. We have to hurry before he notices it is gone. It contains a spell, a special one. It turns out Galbatorix erased the spell of changing a persons true name from everyone's memory. This," Murtagh said, pausing to pull a scroll out of his pocket, "Is the last record of it. I need you to supply some of your energy to help me and Thorn escape. We do not have enough to complete it without you...even then it may not be enough. We will travel to the Varden and let them know you are alive."
Why not free me at the same time? Saphira hissed, her rage burning strong
"I would not have time. Not only does Galbatorix have a spell that alerts him when this spell is used, he has several spells to alert everyone in the castle if me and Thorn change our true names names. We would have to leave immediately, and even then we may not have enough time." Murtagh said, his voice almost pleading. "Please, will you help us?" The room remained deadly silent; rider and dragon staring at the other. The only sound was Saphiras deep breathing.
Begin the spell, you shall have my help.
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