Disclamer: I own nothing, why would you even think I did? You know the books with the dragons? Yeah, that one! Pick it up. Now, on the verry bottom of the book, under the dragon, it says 'Eragon,' 'Eldest,' 'Brisingr,' or 'Inheritance.' Now look under those titles. What does it say there? Christopher Paolini. What's my name? NOT Christopher Paolini.
Eragon groaned as he slid off of Thorns back, his legs almost giving out under him as he landed on the rough ground. They had been flying all day, traveling several hours, but were still leagues away from Uru'bean. The rider grumbled to himself as he unstrapped his pack from the dragons back, angrily throwing it to the ground.
"Is something wrong?" Murtagh asked, sitting down next to Eragon, his own pack in hand. Eragon ran his hand through his brown hair; a nervous habit he had recently become accustomed to.
"No, I'm just anxious. I wish we could of covered more ground."
"Thorn is still tried from our flight here..." Murtagh trailed off, staring off into the distant landscape. There were no trees for at least a mile, maybe more. The hard, dry ground was covered in whiled, yellow grass. Eragon shifted his weight so his legs were tucked neatly underneath each other before digging in his pack for some food. Although he wasn't hungry, he needed something to keep him busy. "Besides." Murtagh continued, "Our plains will be more effective if we wait until the cover of night to get any closer."
Eragon grunted in response, filling his mouth with stale bread. He knew Murtagh was right, but that didn't stop the eternal itching, yelling at him to go and save Saphira. Silence engulfed the air as the two riders sat, staring at the decreasing sun, waiting until their time had come.
Just a few more hours. Eragon told himself, already drifting into his elven sleep.
Eragon opened his eyes, to see a girl hovering above his head. It was her. Saphir.
"I thought you wouldn't come back." She croaked, tears welling in her eyes, "I thought you abandoned me." Eragon sat up, trying to figure out where he was. He was in a large, circular room, that had windows that streaked from the ceiling to the floor. On the floor was a light silver star, the farthest points hitting the edge of the room.
"Why would you think that?" He asked, his eyes looking to her hands and feet. They were wrapped in chains, they held her in place so she could hardly move.
"He was hurting me, and you just disappeared. Do you not like Servelia? Is that why you keep leaving?" The tears escaped her eyes now, creating a white streak on his dirt smeared face. For some reason, Eragon felt the strong need to comfort her. He felt guilty for her tears, like they were his fault which, in some way, they were.
"This is the land of dreams, is it not?" She nodded, "Then I cannot control when I leave or not, if I wake up, I wake up." Saphir's blue eyes shone even brighter, because of her tears. She smiled a sad smile and said,
"But I stay here, it is simple. Just dig down deep inside yourself, and you don't have to wake. You have control of when you are conscious, or in Servelia."
"But I can't." Eragon said, forcing each word. For some reason, her offer sounded tempting, "I have to rescue my dragon."
"But Eragon, don't you know? I am your dragon."
Eragon sat straight up, an agonizing pain filled his back. Immediately, his hand wrapped around his body, removing the pine cone that was stuck to his skin. He tossed it aside, thinking about his dream. Saphir was his dragon? Saphira? Was that possible...
"Good your up." Murtagh said, throwing Eragon his pack, "It is time."
Heavy breathing. That's all Eragon could hear as he parted the bushes that hid him, earning him his first gimps at Uru'bean. The walls around the city hardly compared to the ones around the castle. They stood at least five feet taller than their brother walls, and looked much more intimidating. Sharp spiks protruded from the top, coming to such a sharp point, Eragon could hardly make out the end.
"Are you ready?" Murtagh whispered from his place next to Eragon. He nodded, he was ready. He was going to get his dragon back. Stealing one last glance at the Uru'bean, Eragon spun around. Murtagh stood in the center of the clearing, his eyes closed. Not a second later, he started chanting in the ancient language. Word after word fell from his lips, creating a steady rhythm. Eragon watched and waited, ready to spring into action at any time. Once the spell was complete, they only had a few minutes.
"It is done." Murtagh said, whipping a hand over his brow, "The first spell of many." Eragon nodded and muttered under his breath, starting his own spell. He resisted the urge to moan as his body changed, altering his appearance so he no longer looked the same. When Eragon opened his eyes, Murtagh had changed as well. He had shrunk a few inches, now standing a little shorter than Eragon. His hair was blond with read streaks, making it look like it was on fire. His now piercing blue eyes looked at Eragon, waiting for him to move.
Without further hesitation, he sprang into action. Eragon ran down the small hill, careful to stay in the shadows. In a matter of seconds he reached the wall, ready for the rest of their mission. His heart pumped in anticipation as he waited for Murtagh to catch up. When they were together, both riders pressed themselves up against the black stone, inching their way towards their destination. Eragon looked down, searching for the place they would enter. It was supposedly hidden, like the entrance to Helgrind, but Murtagh knew where it was.
"Stop." Murtagh whispered, a little to late. Eragon fell through the ground, rolling into a ball and falling head over heals. When he finally stopped rolling, he came to a stop on his back. He stared up at the stone ceiling for a while, waiting for everything to stop spinning. Once he was able to stand, he hopped to his feet. They were in a small cave, completely formed of rock. The walls were about twenty feet tall on each side, and completely smooth.
Murtagh made his way down, using magic, and landed with a soft thud. After that, they walked down the long twisting stone hall ways, which lead deep under the city of Uru'bean. They went on in the darkness for so long, Eragon wondered if they had passed the city completely. Another thing bothered him. How had they been able to come in so easily? How had no one known of this passage before?
"Why does no one know of this tunnel?" Eragon whispered, walking a little faster to catch up to Murtagh.
"The king built it with magic not that long ago, I'm the only one, other than himself, that knows of it."
"But surely he placed some sort of magic to let him know if someone discovered it?"
"He did, that's what I took care of earlier. The king taught me the spells needed to disable his system in case I ever needed to use it."
"Wouldn't he of changed the spells once you escaped?"
"One would think, but if that were so we would be swarmed with guards right now." Eragon remained silent after that, somewhat angry he was being led into this blind. What other traps was Murtagh just hoping he could disable? All other fears fled his body as he thought of Saphira. Ten minutes later, they reached the end of the long hall way.
"Brisingr." Murtagh whispered, creating a small flame on the tip of his finger. It was a dead end.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Eragon exclaimed, forgetting to be quiet.
"Up." Murtagh said, lifting a hand above his head, "Risa." Eragon watched as Murtagh floated upwards, disappearing completely from sight. Sighing, Eragon followed. He floated upwards for a while. No longer could he see the ground underneath him, nor could he see where he was going. The energy left his body at great levels. He started to panic when he became light headed, and still he could not see where he was going.
'Eragon.' Kuthain said through their link, 'Use our energy, do not kill yourself.' Eragon shivered as the dragons energy rushed through his veins, a burning sensation filling his body. He looked up, hoping to see Murtagh. A small light came from above, not to far away. With one last shove of magical energy, Eragon crawled through a door space. Murtagh crouched ten feet away, pulling his sword from a dead mans chest.
"We have to hurry." He said, jumping to his feet and running out the door. Eragon didn't hesitate, he followed right after him. Murtagh ran fast for a human, but to Eragon they were barely sped walking. Eragon sighed as they turned to run up the steps, longing to sprint to his dragons side. They made it half way up the stairs when they heard startled shouts from being them; they had found the dead guards.
"Go ahead of me." Murtagh said, drawing sword and coming to a stop. Eragon redoubled his speed, sprinting up the remainder of the stairs. As he broke into the corridor, he stumbled to a stop. A ground of about fifty guards awaited him. A surge of rage pulsed through Eragons veins as he pulled his sword from it's sheath. The men stood, unblinking, staring at Eragon.
"Who goes there? What is your purpose here?" One man shouted, taking a step forward. Eragon cocked his head, confused. Did they not recognize him? And then he remembered, he changed his appearance. Eragon took a step forward, raising Brisingr. "I said what is your purpose?" The mans voice cracked as he took a step back, fear shining in his eyes.
"I'm Eragon Bromsson, Shadeslayer, and Dragon rider." Eragon said, raising his voice so all could hear. "And I believe, you are blocking the path to my dragon." And with that, he sprang forward, chopping of the mans head, the one who had spoken. A guard jumped at him, stabbing at his chest. Eragon jumped back and stabbed him in the abdomen.
The battle became a blur for Eragon, a blur of silver and red. Each man he killed flashed before his eyes, gnawing at his heart. But he had to do it, they were blocking him from Saphira. In a matter of minutes each man was dead, laying in a pool of their own blood. Eragon turned to the large doors before him, staring in wonder. On the other side, lay his dragon. This was it. He was getting his dragon back.
A/N: Hey guys! So, I don't know if you can tell, but I have major writers block right now...maybe it's because I'm writing it while my boyfriend is here...?
Anyway, I hope you liked it!
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