Who am I? Chapter 4, an inheritance cycle fanfic

Disclaimer- I do not own any part of the inheritance cycle, though Dahuk and Effiga are my characters, and I created them after I finished reading the first book, this is my take on the story slightly changed, if Dahuk was to be immersed in the cycle.

Note if you do not like torture then I suggest you do not read the vision. just one reason why this is rated M

A/N I am adding now a song reference to every chapter I write.

Also I am thinking of taking it to a third person view instead of first person. If there is any who do not want me to do this PM me.

I walked into the house disorganised and left with the inertia of its owner.

Dahuk followed closely at first but was soon lost to the room, as he looked at the scroll's he read them softly to himself. Reading something I was never taught.

I walked over to a desk that surprisingly had a clear spot, no scrolls, no mess. A tidy clean clear spot on the desk, with a book on a wooden slant attached to the desk the picture of the dragon that the open page held me to my own musing.

Around this time, be it an hour or only seconds after the picture had caught my eye, Brom decided to walk in through the front door.

"What the Bloody hell, are you doing in my house?" came the yell of Broms that quickly caught my attention.

Broms attention was averted to Dahuk.

"You're an elf?" came Broms quick assumption.

Dahuk answered calmly "Yes"

"And to what? Do I owe an elf being in my house with one the towns youngsters?"

"He wants to know of dragon riders, as I can not tell him. He thought you, may be able to."

"Is this true Eragon?" Brom said looking at me then tuning his head to Dahuk asked "what would you're name be elf?"

I spoke first "Yes" confirming that Dahuk had spoken true fully.

"Dahuk the Dark, Rider of Effiga the last Cragon." Dahuk said

Brom looked down, moved over to a box with herbs inside crushed them into, a, kettle. Added water and put it over a fire I had no even realised was there.

"Saphira? Guessing really isn't that much fun Eragon. Hmm." Brom said.

I just stood there for what felt like days with a comical "o" upon my face. In reality it was about 5 seconds. In which time Brom turned around looked laughed and said "Of course."

"How do you know so much?" I asked him, half confused – half furious. Confused how he knew so much and furious at Dahuk for revealing so much, in only one sentence.

Brom replied, " I am a storyteller, and as such, many stories reach me. Even if it is that the Varden were the last to have a blue dragon egg."

"There was Effiga he's egg was green where did that come from then? Hmm" I challenged

"I do not know where Effiga came from all I know of him is even in the peak of the Cragons they were still a very rare type of dragon." Brom said, "You should feel honoured Dahuk, few people who are riders were honoured beyond recognition. There have only been 3 Cragon riders before you."

"Honoured?" Dahuk replied laughing mockingly, looking at Brom, with knowing?

"Why should I feel honoured I am one of two free riders, me and Eragon here, I have had little training on what a rider is. Also Eragon has little to no training in anything but being a farm boy, he has no use of magic yet, cannot read, yes he can use a bow, but what of a sword?"

This all came out of Dahuks mouth very fast and laced with sarcasm. I looked up and said, " I can fight! Sword and bow."

Both looked at me on this. A wooden stake, shaped in the form of a sword was only warning I got. Before I was hit on the arm with a wooden stake identical to the one that was thrown at me.

"Ugh what the hell was that for?" I yelled at them, Broms house was a little way of from town so there was no need worrying about being heard. Now looking Brom was the one with the other stake.

"Well you did say you could fight!!!" was all the reply I got before a flick of Broms hand. the stake hitting me hard on the bicep, surprisingly fast and hard for Broms age.

Brom made quick steps forward flicking his wrist so the stake would meet my wrists if I did not move quickly enough. Hopping forward he gave a bit of a swing and the stake met the inside of my right forearm. At this I collapsed and felt a whip meet my back.

I was in a dungeon with tool's or weapons. I decided a torture chamber, in the middle sat the elf from previous dreams, suspended by two chains with hooks penetrating the palms of the elf. Two more chains were attached to the feet although these had clamps on them.

Stretched to limits and clothed in only a tunic and some short torn leggings the elf had a resolve of hardened steel. Clearly not ready to talk.

The tools of torture were present and as such why there were swords and axes. Torture a fine line between unhealable damage and healable damage. If the torturer revels to unhealable damage, the victim will only hardened their resolve and hasten their death. Therefore the torturer must inflict pain and damage that can heal.

As such only half of the pain is physical and the mental stability to calculate when the damage is beyond repair.

A tall red haired pale skinned man stood near the wall behind the elf. He's maroon hair fell to his shoulders and his skin paler than anything I had ever seen. His eyes blood red and his thin lips curled in a smile of amusement actually enjoying the torture of the elf. His body was surprisingly thin and

"Where is the egg?" a calm voice laced with malice entered the rooms quite and with it the whip. "Well, whips never have been any fun." The voice I recognised after a moment was the red haired mans who at a closer look revealed to be a shade. These creatures were of the evilest things to walk this world. Revelling in pain and death.

Curling the whip into a ring and placing it on a hook the shade continued to the other side of the room. Pondering the tools on the wall, ranging from hooks to daggers, drugs and knifes. Some of these tools were so bizarre that they had no fit category of weapons. He picked a curled knife. The handle was attached to the blade that once left the handle curled around and came to a point where a normal blade would end.

The shade asked once more "Where is the egg?" the elf spat in his face, the shade simple wiped his face smiled and slowly moved the blade over the elf's stomach drawing a fine line of fresh red blood.

Inserting the blade on an angle on the side of the stomach. Slowly turned the angle and moved the blade deeper in the elf's stomach till it penetrated the back and went back in on the other side of the spine then appeared again on the other side the stomach.

He then slowly removed the blade from the elf. The elf still had a face of hardened resolve. After removing the blade I realised the full extent of damage. "Wiese heilli"

The damage the elf had just been healed completely. Though I knew the pain of what had just happened still hung in her mind, so to was the pain.

While he started to work he sang softly but humourlessly "Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose all evil chose to claim her for their very own."

The shade then moved to a basin with liquid and soaked a cloth in the liquid. Then moving to the elf removed her leggings with a small knife, stuffed the cloth inside of the elf's vagina.

Taking a torch he light the cloth, which lit explosively now realising the cloth, was coated in oil. This managed to make the elf scream. Tears quickly came to the elf's eyes and continued to fall.

The shade just looked amused. Unable to look away or return to conciseness in my own body I watched in horror I had heard of torture but this was sending someone to their death slowly raising them from the dead and sending them slowly back down. This was beyond torture.

The flames died slowly, "Where is the egg?" the shade asked voice laced with malice still. The elf still had a hardened resolve. Death would not come and neither would words so the torture continued.

"Wiese heilli, healing the elf once more so that she would not die.

The shade did much the same this time soaking a cloth in oil but he held a pair of pliers and removed every one of the elf's fingernails. He picked up a small object with a tube and some sort of thin pole. He put this into the oil pulled the attached lever that took some of the oil the shade then inserted this into the elf's fingers and pushed on the lever, which put some of the oil within the elf.

Soaking the fingernails he put them forcefully onto the elf then lightly coated the elfs hands in oil he then took the cloth inserted the new cloth once again into the elf's vagina then cut some of the cloth and stuffed it into the elf's mouth.

There was very little of the cloth in the elf's mouth just enough to burn the mouth and not reach the brain. The shade once again took the torch and lit each of the elf's hands, followed by the mouth, then cloth hanging out of the elf's vagina.

As the fire continued to burn flames appeared a little down the elf's arms. Then realising that the oil was burning on the inside of the arms.

Once the fire died the elf was once more healed. The shade asked once more "Where is the egg?" still his voice laced with malice.

The elf still had not broken. The shade sighed and said "syltha" the elf instantly fell asleep. The shade then called in guards, " do as you wish with her then put her back in her cell." The guards looked hungrily over the elf and wasted no time. The shade simply strode out in to the hallway and left thew guards to their own liking.

I sat up violently but half way up strong hands met my shoulders and realised Brom. Who looked seriously frightened but seemed to lighten up once I realised where I was.

Dahuk sat in the middle of the house, reading a scroll. He looked up said "Expect to be bombarded with questions."

Just as he finished speaking a familiar voice filled my head "Where did you go little one?" Saphira asked, with as much a frightened voice as her voice was laced with worry.

I quickly showed her the vision. At the end of watching it she said "Ask Dahuk he may know something" with this she resided a little but still stayed in my mind.

"Dahuk… can you tell me if you know whom this is?" with Saphiras help I showed him a mental picture of the elf. I refrained from showing him the torture and showed him a picture where she was unharmed.

He answered calmly betraying no emotion that he may have had. "Her name is Arya"

"OK well we are going to need to get out of here fast. I will meet you two on the edge of the spine near the road out town." Brom spluttered out fast. "The creatures that killed you uncle are called Ra'zac. They are loyal servants to Galabortorix. Do not worry Roran is safe he left for Therinsford the day before you found your uncle."

With that Brom was off, Dahuk stood up and looked over the house then said "Well now you have time for all the questions you can think of."

Dahuks POV (before vision)

The old man, still as energetic as his youth had been sparring with the boy. The boy had gotten a bit charged by the fact he could not fight with a sword.

They had been sparring and Brom who had managed to retain his skills with the sword. He just struck on the inside of his sword arm the boy collapsed.

The old man quickly put the boy on the bed. Turned to me and said "So you have finally come out of hiding?"

"Do you mean the elf's or me?"

"Both, and why were you in hiding at all?"

"I am not the most powerful of my kind… there are more of us though most are in far off lands that black king has swayed one of my enemies to him." I said getting annoyed with him.

"Where is the youngling, friend?" Effigas voice entered my head. "Saphira is very worried"

"He is in a dream,,, if Saphira can not sense him then there connection may have been broken" he replied and reached forward with his mind to Eragon. There was no sign of conciseness life. "It seems he has left his body… I will ask the old man to try and bring him back."

"Brom it would seem Eragon here" pointing at the young boy. "Has left his body… you are more close to him you should probably bring him back into his body… he would probably be more comfortable with you."

With this Brom had quickly went closer to him and started muttering in the ancient language, " Hmm, a language for those not able minded to control it." Dahuk thought as he watched Brom quickly bring him back.

The boy sat up quickly Brom barely stopping him before they crashed into each other.

The boy looked over his surroundings.

I quickly picked up a scroll, faster I knew than most humans could comprehend. Feigned reading it then looked up and said to the boy " Expect to be bombarded with questions."

He was quickly occupied and Dahuk guessed Saphira had quickly found him. He heard footsteps approach and knew the boy was approaching him to ask a question.

"Dahuk… can you tell me if you know whom this is?" the boy asked he showed me a picture of Arya one of the elf's that had been carrying Saphira's egg, and he also guessed had found Effigas egg. To which he was very glad they were able to find it.

Then also tired that he had managed to once again find himself in a fight that was not his.

"You had best tell him quickly" Effigas mind quickly ran over all the thought I had just had while I said to the boy "Her name is Arya" and fell silent again knowing Broms reaction.

"Exactly the same Brom,,, always taking the lead" thought Dahuk. Once Brom left he got up, looked around the room, moved towards the door and said "Well now you have time for all the questions you can think of." And walked off with Eragon trotting quickly behind.

I hope the torture was pulled off the way I wanted it to. Please reviews. Any ideas???

The only thing that is set right now are the characters I have already introduced…

And Murtagh I think I will keep him as well maybe…