Dracul was busy in the morning he groaned as he heard several tunnels he had excavated collapse, he quickly prepared and then went down into the city through a hidden side tunnel the twins had made long ago from their private quarters.
With a passing step he was quickly inside the main tunnel he had been carving. For the past two weeks that twisted down into the large tunnels. He heard the low rumble of an approaching army, and the twins were nowhere to be found.
He sighed and proceeded above into the ranks of the varden. He reached the outside of the gathering defending force at about noon as there was a sudden roar from deep below.
He saw many a man grip their blade tighter and some firmly held their shields in front of themselves.
He joined with another small group that he wagered would be easy enough to slip away from. He saw a man there, shaking quite horribly. He turned around to the what then he realized was a mere boy.
He felt sick and quelled his emotions as he knew when his father viewed his memories from this battle that they would have to be satisfactory.
He waited as the whole of the varden was now holding its breath as the army of demons and monsters rose from the deck with a roar unmatched elsewhere. As they came through he saw not only the company of urgals but also the company of several hundred soldiers of the Empire and each was armed to the teeth ready to fight to the last man.
Things seemed to explode into chaos the moment they were within range, arrows went flying over their heads and knocked down a row of incoming urgals before the next row marched over them. They engaged with the support of the many rows of archers.
Dracul froze as an arrow headed straight for him. He back flipped out of the way with the agility of a cat. He cut down the monsters as they moved towards the group. And then something filled his mind. The sense of fear and sadness exploding from everywhere around him.
A thousand voices cried out and voices screamed in pain. I am sorry mother…
Father, to see your eyes one last time.
Son, I wish your future betters this world.
The torrent filled his mind. He was shaking as the voices washed over him like a tidal wave. Last words to people that would never hear them and the years they had put forth to preserve free will were crushed instantly.
It hurts does it not son? Said a voice, over the cries of pain, You shall endure every last one to the letter. Until you can undo the pain you have caused.
He noticed a woman in the crowd, her eyes fixated on him, holding a Huthvir in her hands. And as quickly as she had been seen she vanished, with tremendous effort he found the will to stand. His hands were shaking badly and flashes of magic began to escape him.
With his mind still ripe with pain of the voices he called out to his father with as much power as he could muster, Father! Save me!
But no answer came, either Galbatorix had ignored him or would leave him to face his doom on his own. With great strain he cast a spell to shield his mind. But no matter how strong the ward or spell he was unable to block the noises pouring into his mind.
So he curled up and waited for the voices to leave him alone. That was until he realized he was lying in his bed in the castile. His father's face was one of absolute rage, "You lost the rider." His voice was like ice flooding Dracul's veins.
"But perhaps," he said stroking his chin, "You have given me something more."
He looked through his window, and far below the city, as he reached out and felt the presence of another dragon, and a rider.
Sorry for a short chapter, but I am tired and I felt like this was a good place to leave off. I have some ideas for how this whole thing is going to play out, but we will just have to see.
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