Joy unexplainable overtook Eragons soul as he grunted, pushing on the doors. They flew open easily, not even a threat to his superior strength. Eragon swept his eyes over the length of the room, his eyes falling on a lump of blue in the corner.
Sapphire blue, the same color as his beloved Saphira. But it wasn't the lump that caught his attention, it was the figure standing next to it. Dressed in black a man stood, sword hovering over the dragons neck.
"Eragon, so good of you to join us." Galbatorix hissed, his deep voice echoing against the walls, "And Murtagh, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you." Eragon could hear heavy breathing next to him, Murtaghs breathing, but his focus was else where.
It was staring at the sword inches away from his dragons neck.
"Won't you boys join me? Then I won't have to kill this poor dragon here." Galbatorix poked Saphiras scales gently, causing her to hiss.
"Don't touch her!" Eragon roared, raising his sword. The kings expression turned from annoyed to amused, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Eragons heart began to ache, his mind yelling at him to reach out to Saphira, but he could not. If he did his mind would be open, and the king would take control of his actions. Instead he did the opposite, focusing on thickening his mental barriers.
"Now now, there's no need for that Eragon. Your choice is simple. Join me, or your dragon dies."
"Oh, but you wont, you've proven that already." Eragon hissed, his voice shaking with anger. If he was sure of one thing, he was sure his dragon would not die. He would not allow it, he had only just gotten her back.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" The king raised an eyebrow, letting his sword drop to her scales. Saphira roared as a single drop of crimson blood ran down her neck.
"No!" Eragon took a step forward, readying his sword.
"Don't move or she will die!" Eragon froze, glancing back at Murtagh. He had his sword in one hand and the scroll in the other, little by little he was unrolling it.
Murtagh looked his half brother in the eye, nodding slightly. Eragon knew what he had to do, they had made the decision in case something like this happened, but there was a slight gnawing at the back of his mind telling him the chances of success was slim to none.
"Malthinae!" Eragon barked, holding up his right palm. As the magic started to take effect, his gedway insignia started to glow, even as his strength started to fade.
Galbatorix started to fight it, each second Eragon got weaker and weaker. The rider fell to his knees as his vision started to blur, causing him to draw energy from Kuthain.
'Do not waist much on this Shadeslayer, there is much fighting to come.' The ancient dragon warned. Ignoring the warning Eragon drew even more energy, forcing the old king to stay in place. Each second that passed was like agony, Eragon grew weaker and weaker.
Doubt started to crawl Eragons brain, forcing him to think of a way out. If he released the magic he would only have a few second to attack before Saphira was killed, if even that. He was supposed to hold Galbatorix in place until, at least, Saphira was free of her magical chains.
Eragon knew that wasn't going to happen, so he forced himself on his feet, swaying slightly. He lifted his sword and, as he released the magic, let out a yell. Galbatorix reacted immediately, meting Eragons blow with such force Eragon stumbled backwards.
"Fool!" Galbatorix yelled, swinging his sword at Eragons head. The rider jumped to the side, just barely missing the sword as it went swooshing past his ear, "Did you really think you could defeat me?"
Eragon grunted as his sword hit Galbatorix's, spraying sparks in the air. He jumped back, spinning around so he was aiming for the kinds left calf. He blocked the blow easily, catching Eragons sword and spinning his own in a circle.
With a gasp Eragon released his sword as pain exploded in his elbow. The king took advantage of the situation, swinging his sword at Eragons bare chest. The rider jumped back, hitting his swords hilt with his heal.
Eragon fell back, his head hitting the stone floor with a thud. As his vision blurred he gasped for air that no longer filled his lungs.
"Fool of a boy." The king spat, lifting his sword to Eragons neck, "Join me now and I'll spare your life."
"Never." Eragon hissed.
"So be it." And then a crashing force came down on Eragons mental barriers, making him cry out in pain. Tears blurred his vision as he focused on keeping the evil king out of his thoughts. Seconds felt like hours and minutes felt like years as the king forced himself, little by little into Eragons brain.
And then the force was gone, leaving Eragon gasping for breath and fighting back tears. The rider forced himself to his knees, looking around the room. Murtagh was battling with the king, and having some trouble by the looks at it.
Eragon reached for his sword, hopping to his feet, "No Eragon!" Murtagh gasped, "She is almost free of her chains! Finish reading the scroll!" Nodding, Eragon ran to Saphiras side, dropping to his knees.
"Saphira." He cooed, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned her massive head to face him, her eyes glistening in the torch light. Eragon grabbed the scroll, starting where Murtagh had made a cut with his sword.
He chanted for a few minutes, being careful not to stumble over words. If he messed up it could have the opposite effect. Finally the chains dropped from her wrists, falling to the ground. The second they hit the stone they started smoking, before bursting into flames.
"Go!" Eragon shouted, pointing to the window. With a roar Saphira jumped from the window, flapping her wings. "Murtagh, now!" Eragon shouted as he reached for his sword. Both riders ran, jumping from the window.
Weightlessness over took Eragon as he fell, making him fell lightheaded. Finally he fell onto Thorns back, grunting as he made contact.
"Letta du Bullts!" Murtagh barked, stopping the arrows from hitting either dragon. The flapping of large wings encircled them, filling Eragon with dread. Glancing over his shoulder he could just barely make out the outline of a dragon. And a large one at that.
"Close your eyes, tell Thorn to do the same." Eragon yelled at Murtagh. 'Saphira, close your eyes.' He added mentally, not quite sure if she heard him. She seemed distant, almost like she was half dead.
"Garjzla!" At his word the sky erupted into light, followed by the pained roar of a dragon and the cry of a man.
A/N: Sorry if this really sucks, but I had surgery yesterday so please be nice to me! The room is spinning right now so I'm not going to go back and edit it.
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