A/N: Wow, I already got eleven reviews and I put this up less than 24 hours ago, wow. So thank you reviewers for doing your job. This story just flows through my hands and out onto the word document; it's really cool actually. And don't talk to me about how I put Du Gata Vrangr, read the chapter. And yes, I will most definitely put in Roran, and maybe Oromis and Glaedr. On the matter of Saphira... well we'll get to that later shall we?
Disclaimer: It's John's... I said it wasn't mine
A-R-Y-A
A man prodded her in the back with a dull spear, creating yet another bruise upon her skin. She was being led to the center of the Varden to be executed, and it disgusted her to see people cheering. Nasuada had told them of how Eragon was a half-breed, and they all started cursing his entire family to the void. When she told the Varden that Arya had defended him, they became even more enraged.
As weak as Du Gata Vrangr was (she refused to call it Du Vrangr Gata, as it was grammatically incorrect), they managed to strip her of all of her wards, so she was defenseless.
She saw the platform getting closer, and the noose was hanging there, waiting to hang its next victim. A large crowd had gathered around the platform, and they were all cheering for death.
The soldier hit her again with the dull spear, simply for amusement.
She tried to kill him with one of the twelve death words, but she forgot the word, and it was on the tip of her tongue. And no matter how hard she tried to remember one it always escaped her. I must've been drugged. She thought.
Keeping her dignity, she walked towards the platform with her held high, and her eyes kept straightforward. Arya wondered why people hated half-breeds. They weren't abominations, they were living beings. Her father had seen that too, and she wished he was alive and that she had to chance to get to know him better.
All too soon, the platform was in front of her, and she walked up the stairs, ignoring all of the cheers of the Varden, elves, and dwarves. Nasuada was standing at the front of the platform, facing the rope to have a front row seat.
Just when her head was about to go through the rope, Nasuada raised her hand and called for silence. "Good people of the Varden!" She shouted. "This elf, Arya the elves ambassador protected a half-breed when we tried to attack him. And now I give you one last option to live Arya. Do. You. Repent?"
"Never!" Arya spitted out. She would not shame her father like that.
Nasuada nodded, "So be it." And with a wave of her hand, the wood beneath her opened up and she fell.
E-R-A-G-O-N
Eragon went over the plan in his head again and again. Even though it was simple and efficient, Eragon was worried it wouldn't work.
Eragon was supposed to enter the Varden camp invisible and then follow the crowd the center of the Varden where Arya was being executed. From there Eragon had to improvise… heavily.
He watched as a man hit her in the back with a dull spear, just for the fun of it. He growled and followed the group parallel through the crowd, and when she was placed in front of the noose, Nasuada held up her hand for silence.
. "Good people of the Varden!" She shouted. "This elf, Arya the elves ambassador protected a half-breed when we tried to attack him. And now I give you one last option to live Arya. Do. You. Repent?"
"Never!" Arya shouted to the leader.
"So be it." Nasuada said in a cold tone. With a wave of her hand, the man pulled the lever and the wood beneath Arya fell open. But by then it was too late; Eragon had already drawn his elvin bow and released an arrow towards the rope above her head. True to his aim, the arrow pierced the rope and Arya fell through the hole without her neck being broken.
Before anyone could realize what was going on, Eragon was already dashing over to the platform. When he reached within five feet, he dived under it and grabbed Arya who was still confused.
He grabbed her forearm and pulled her out from underneath the platform. When they crawled out, many of the Varden were aiming arrows at them, but Eragon had expected this.
His sister Angela appeared out of nowhere and began swinging her huthvir in a circle like pattern. Men and horses fell down, and Eragon hauled Arya to her feet and they ran north through the camp. Arrows whizzed by him, and he placed wards on Arya as he assumed she was wardless.
Turning around to check for his sister's safety, he saw that she was following him not ten feet behind him. Solembum was by her side in cat form with his ears pressed against his head, hissing at everybody they passed.
"Quick, on the horses!" Eragon shouted. Arrows and spears came towards them, but they all bounced off their wards. They had only brought Snowfire with them, as a man leading two horses through the camp would be entirely too suspicious. Arya ran towards Snowfire, and leaped onto the horse from behind. Angela did the same, and Solembum just leaped up there.
"Blockhead come on!" Angela shouted at him, waving for him to come.
Eragon shook his head, realizing their mistake. "Snowfire can't hold four, I'll cover you. Ganga!" And Snowfire reared upwards, and galloped northward while Angela and Arya screamed protests.
Drawing Brisingr, Eragon faced the Varden. They quickly encircled him and aimed spears in his direction. The leader of the Varden walked through the mass on her horse, which he recalled was named Battle-Storm. She smiled strangely towards him.
"So it would seem the half-breed came back for the little elf?" Nasuada asked mockingly.
"Is there something wrong with that?" Eragon asked honestly with a smile on his face. It shouldn't be too hard to get out of here.
"Well it depends on –", Nasuada started. But was interrupted with a cry of "Brisingr!"
Flames burst in a circle around Eragon, and Eragon only smiled. The men who were holding spears towards him backed away, but still remained strong.
"You see," Eragon said conversationally. "When fire is brought into the air or more so the particles in fire are brought into the air, it changes the air which can easily result many things. If you compress the air near the fire, and depending on the size of the fire, an explosion will occur. You may have heard of the massive explosion near Aberon a few years ago?" Some of them nodded. "Sorry about that; I had just created it and I decided to give it a try." Most of the people surrounding Eragon had feared looks on their faces, and they started retreating slowly.
"Now let's see that explosion first hand, shall we?" Eragon asked politely. "Audr!" And Eragon flew upwards into the air. "Letta." He said and he stopped in the middle of the air.
"Aiming his right palm downwards, he cried, "Thrysta du vindr!" Compress the air! The air formed together, and then the fire and air merged, and then it went…well, kaboom. Fire and air came together, and grey-black clouds exploded in all directions. The fire in between the clouds made it seem like it was a volcano, which were common on Vroengard.
Men ran for their lives, and Eragon wondered if he was a bit too cruel. But then he remembered that they wouldn't have spared him had they had the chance.
Before the smoke and fire could reach him he made sure his back was to the north and he shouted, "Aptr!" Immediately he was pushed backward through the open air northward.
A-R-Y-A
She was alive and well. She was alive. And Arya still couldn't get over that; the fact that she was saved by the person who she had saved. But she wished he was there so she could thank him. Arya and Eragon's sister Angela had ridden on Snowfire for about an hour and a half before stopping in a small clearing that showed signs of habitation. Angela and Eragon's mother, Selena was there pacing back and forth, obviously worried for her children.
So when Angela, Arya, and Solembum walked into the clearing, a large smile came upon Selena's face. But it faded quickly when she realized that Eragon was not with them.
Crestfallen, Selena asked, "Where is Eragon?"
"Oh, the Blockhead decided to stay and cover us, since Snowfire couldn't hold four." Angela replied with a smile.
Selena smiled back; apparently they were both confident in Eragon's skills. She wondered how good Eragon was to escape the entire Varden. And even though Du Gata Vrangr was utterly pathetic, all of them combined with the might of the Varden might be too difficult for Eragon.
Seeing the look on Arya's face, Angela reassured her. "Oh relax Arya. He's been in much more difficult situations, and you can't really compete against breaking out of Uru'baen can you," Angela said with a laugh.
"Uru'baen?! What did he do to get captured and put into Uru'baen?" Arya asked frantically.
"Nothing really; Eragon was captured by a Shade named Durza. Durza wasn't too much of a match for Eragon, but he snuck up on him… like a hamster!"
Durza! So Eragon was captured by Durza too? Memories of Gil'ead assailed her, but she forced them away.
"And so anyway, they brought him before Galbatorix." And suddenly, Angela's tone turned malicious and full of hate. "And since Durza figured out that Eragon was a half-breed, Galbatorix figured Eragon might know something useful." And Arya knew what was coming next. She had been captured and taken to Gil'ead and tortured. And all the while she had thought of her two elf-friends Glenwing and Evan. She had grown romantic feelings for Evan, but he had died before she could voice them, and that was one of her biggest regrets.
"And what was even worse was the fact that Durza went to Gil'ead, as he had another prisoner to torture. And so Eragon was left to the king's mercy. I cannot tell you of the horrors Eragon faced there, as he has told us none of them, but the scars on his body are a testament to that."
Arya didn't recall seeing scars on any part of his body that she had seen. "I did not notice that Eragon had scars on his body."
Selena laughed mirthlessly, "It's called magic dear. One cannot go traipsing around the Varden camp with scars all over their body can they?"
"No, I suppose not. So how did he escape?" Arya asked intrigued.
"By himself, as we had no idea that he had been captured. Eragon said – actually, he shared a memory of it." Angela said. And suddenly, a mind was touching hers, asking for entrance. Since it was Angela, she let the half-elf in.
Finally! I thought. Torture was done for the day, and every day I cheered in my mind at the thought. Two lone guards were dragging me with their hands wrapped around my elbows to my cell. But why was I cheering when torture would then begin the very next day? At first the loss of Glenwing was a lot to take in, but I came over it. But no, I would not, not this day. I will not endure it anymore.
So I lived up to the name Blockhead, and elbowed one of the men holding me in his heart, and his armor caved and he fell to the ground. Before the other guard had time to react, I curled up my fingers and aligned them with my knuckles. Bringing my hand back, I bashed in the guards nose with the butt of my palm.
Ignoring the pain going through my body, I ran down one corridor and the hallway contained a lone sentry whose back was facing me. Every so silently, I ran up to him and wrapped him in a chokehold.
"Where is the elf?" I asked menacingly, and every man would quail beneath it, but this man was not in the best position to quail. I repeated my question and loosened my grip on him.
"She's… in Gil'ead." The guard sputtered out. Gil'ead; dammit how am I supposed to get there?
I dropped the guard to the ground and stomped on the man's face. All of the other men I met were killed silently and dragged out of sight. I imagined Uru'baen would be a lot more heavily guarded, I thought to my self.
And that was when I noticed it. A large mosaic window was on the opposite side of the corridor. And so by checking left, right, and left again I dashed to the other side as fast as possible. Smashing a hole large enough to fit myself, I reached my head through the window. It was a fifty drop to the ground, and that was too high for my standards. But then I noticed a large cart of hay roughly ten feet in front of the wall.
Oh, I am such a Blockhead.
And with that said, I jumped out of the window.
"See? You really can't beat it." Angela said. It didn't make any sense to Arya. Eragon was captured by Durza, as was she. Durza left for Gil'ead as he had a prisoner to torture. Eragon thought of Glenwing's death as if was there. And then Eragon asked where the 'elf' was, and the guard said that she was in Gil'ead. It didn't make any sense, Evan couldn't be Eragon, could he?
A/N: Now if you guys aren't stupid and you've read Eragon then you would know that Eragon went by the alias 'Evan'. -_- and if you still haven't pieced 16 and 42 together then wait until the next chapter.