I would like to put a special thanks out there to rejooc for beta-reading and co-writing for and with me. without him this wouldnt be half as good.
Darkness. Silence. Chill.
Eragon felt only these as he awoke from his restless slumber . His thoughts felt muffled and muddy, and he tried to expand his mind but only felt darkness, silence, and chill. They were all he knew. He discovered he couldn't think. He couldn't remember the ancient language. He couldn't thing of escaping All he could do was sit. He started feeling his surroundings.
The floor was made of slick cold slabs of stone and he could feel the cracks in them. As he looked around the nearly visible room, he felt a aura of menace and ire. Near the outskirts of this rotting corpse he saw chains, and a skeleton. This was a prison. This Is a prison. The realization was haunting. The similarities to his stay at Gil'ead wear disturbing. Where was he? Eragon got up and began to wander around, feeling for a door. Or something. Anything. At first all he found was fragmenting walls . But then he felt hardened iron. Eragon pushed with all his might but even with his elven body, his strength was fleeting. He was alone.
Seconds passed.
Minutes.
Hours.
Days passed until he saw something bigger than rats.
Eragon was flirting with death. He didn't know how much time had passed but he knew he was thirsty, starving, and freezing. Looking at the jailer, Eragon noticed how shrouded his face was even next to the light. the man looked like Eragon slowly came the realization that he is the man who attacked him.
"Who are you!" Eragon shouts hoarsely and to no avail. "Why am I here? Answer me!"
The man seemed to laugh. It was a cold and sharp laughter, sounding like a animal in pain. Slowly he unsheathed a dagger as white as the moon with the distinct stain of blood across the razor thin edge. Then siezed Eragon by his hair and set the icy cold blade against his neck. As the man spit out his words, they were unnaturally slow, deep, and painful.
"You need to know the situation you are in, Rider. You do not have the luxury to ask questions. You do not have the freedom to think. You dont have the right to fight , your life, and your mind are under MY control," He waited a second then released his hair and the dagger from Eragons throat, being very careful to leave a small line of blood where it was, following that he threw month stale bread and spilled a half empty pitcher onto the cold stone. As Eragon dashed for the draining life, the captor closed his cell door.
He stormed out leaving Eragon alone with his questions and the echo of the door's lock sliding into place.
"spoilers"