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Some of you are wondering about how Eragon can go back to Vroengard, but I promise that will be answered in the upcomeing chapters!
Also some of you were wondering why I have posted three, (now four) parts of a story in two days. Well, I am going on vacation for winter break, and I will not be able to write or post during that week, so I am trying to make up for it! It would be amazing to comeback to have fifteen to twenty reviews on my book! (Or books :D)
Now time to get onto this story. It is NOT the fourth chapter, if that is what your wondering.
This may be lengthy, but please let me explain. Since I have just started writeing this book, I don't have a major plot line yet. So I figured I should come up with one (I have to right?)
Well anyways I have come up with a plot. I want you to tell me what you think. It is only be three pages, and would be at the beggening of the book, like a mini thingy (I can't remember what it is called) to introduce you to the plot. Like Durza's little thing at the beggening of Eragon.
If you like it, I will incoperate it into the book.
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So thats it, just remember that this is a plot idea, and NOT a chapter. :)
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I do not own any of the chacters included in this book. The Inheritance Cycle and all of its charcters belong to Christopher Paolini.
REPLACEMENT
The palace was deteriorating down. Literally. The magician cursed. He was running throughout the halls trying to escape before he was crushed under the rubble like the other magicians that had not moved in time. Fools, he thought. He knew this day was going to come, Galbatorix had predicted it. He remembered his former Kings last words.
"When I do fall," Galbatorix started. "But you won't my King! You are so powerful, no one could match you." The King glowered at him. "No one, but more than one could. I will be toppled from my throne, I don't know when, but I will. Which is why I have prepared." Galbatorix spoke in the ancient language and a ring appeared on his finger. He inspected it a bit and then took it off, and gave it to the magician. "This ring means everything. If I ever fall, twist the ring three times." The magician stared at the ring. It was black as night, and it has bizarre carvings on its sides. The magician couldn't even tell what it was made from.
"Sir, what does it do?" The magician asked. Galbatorix stared off into the distance before into the distance for a while. The magician wondered if he said something wrong, but abruptly then Galbatorix spoke. "You will know soon enough. Now only turn it three times when the time comes. Not before, not after. Within the day that I die is all the time you have. If it is turned before that, you will die instantly, and the ring will be returned to me. If after, than the ring will be destroyed, and all hope is lost." Galbatorix then turned back to him. "I don't say this to a lot of people, but I believe I can trust you."
The magician tilted his head and looked at the king, suspecting a trick. "If I may ask, why? I am one of the lower magicians. Wouldn't you trust Murtag, or another magician, higher than me?" Glabatorix laughed a dark, knowing laugh. He then said "I suspect that Murtag doesn't like me, and that he would tell someone the first moment he can. Even if I put a spell on him not to speak about it, he would find a way to use it against me. As for my magicians, all they care about is power, and they would just love for the chance to take my throne. But you, you're different. You want power, but not as much as knowledge. You are like me. Knowledge is the key. Knowledge is power."
The magician viewed Galbatorix in a new light. "Then thank you my King, for granting me with this honor. I will behold it to my best ability." Galbatorix smiled. "I would hope so. But just in case, if you do disobey, I will not hurt you. I will destroy you. Whether it means physically, mentally, or through your family, I will. But let's not let it come to that, right?" The magician nodded quickly. He could take the physical and metal damage Galbatorix might do, but not to his family. Not to his sister Lauren. She was always so nice, so loving. Anything, just not her. "I will never betray you my King. I swear by my family's blood." He then repeated the phrase in the ancient language. The king smiled. "Good, I'm glad that's settled."
Galbatorix turned to look out over the city. They were in his throne room, a large, grand room, decorated by the most luxurious treasures anyone could ever imagine. But of course it was nothing compared to the treasure room. He had personally seen it himself. "Now let's talk about what you will get in return for doing this." The King resumed. "When I am dethroned and killed, and when you do turn the ring three times, I promise you will get the most desired reward you ever would want. Knowledge. Is that right?" The magician nodded. "Good," Galbatorix said. "Now be off. Never speak of this conversation. It never happened. Oh, but before you go, put the ring on. Now say invisible in the ancient language." after saying that, the ring vanished.
"Good, good." Galbatorix praised. Then he continued. "Now say 'Manin du ma'mor'" The magician repeated the phrase and felt a rush of energy go out of him. "When I die, twist the ring three times and repeat the phrase you just said. You will then understand everything. Now be off. If word of this ever reaches my ears… well, you know what will happen. Now be off!" The magician took off and ran out of the room.
Even though that was years ago, he still remembered that memory like it was crystal. He muttered the spell for invisibility under his breath. The ring appeared on his left ring finger. He twisted the ring three times and repeated the saying. Nothing happened. The magician cursed again. Maybe he did it wrong. He was about to try again when the world started spinning. He grabbed onto a white pillar and closed his eyes. When he felt the spinning stop, he opened his eyes to find he was not hanging on to a white pillar. He was hanging onto a throne. Not Galbatorix's, but someone else's, and it was occupied.
The man staring down at him was a big strong man, an imposing man. Not like Galbatorix by imposing fear, but by imposing strength. It looked like he worked at an Urgal camp for a week, he was so muscular. And not all that old. He looked to be in his mid-thirty's. Not many years away from himself. Then the man spoke. "You better have a good reason for you being here magician, or else I will kill you on the spot myself." The deep voice scarred him. And the threat made him want to hide in a corner. He would probably strangle him, the guy was so strong.
"I don't know anything sir, about how I got here or—" Then it hit him like a hammer blow to his chest. All the memory's came flooding in. The conversation with Galbatorix, the instructions, and then the information. Understanding over took him, just like Galbatorix promised. He smiled. Then he looked at the King again, less fearful and more confident. "King Tarok, I have information from Galbatorix. He wanted me to tell you something. 'Sundavar slytha ebrithil.'" The magician waited for the information to sink into the kings eyes. He had just noticed that the king was not alone. The whole room where they were in was full of people. The crow was made up of every race and gender, except for the Elf's. Everyone watched with strained anxiety.
The King suddenly dropped to his knees and knelt before the magician. The king took his eyes off the ground to look at him. "What is your name sir?" He asked. The magician thought for a moment. Then he said it. "My name? My name is Sundavar Hljödhr." The King looked at him in shock but then turned his head back to the ground. "All hail King Sundavar Hljödhr." he said. The crowd then went to their knees and repeated the phrase. "All hail King Sundavar Hljödhr."
After three times of doing that, the former King looked up at him. "What are your first orders, my King?" The magician knew he didn't even have to answer.
"Kill Eragon Shadeslayer."