As promised, it is here. But I got no reviews! Please review guys, it inspires me to write, and it'll make the chapters earlier I promise! Glossary at the bottom.

The Light Fate

Eragon swung round, hurling fireballs around him at the closest fanghur. He ran towards the man, who smiled, but did not move or say anything. Eragon continued to use his magic to kill all the beasts surrounding him, trapping him like a horde of men circling a wild boar. He struck them down with sudden wind shifts, hurled rocks at them and even stabbed the closest ones with his sword. But this was using up precious energy of his, and he knew from experience that he was going to need a lot of energy. What he really needed was Saphira, though, whom he knew could rip through the whole pack of fanghur solely with the aid of Eragon and Brisingr, no magic necessary.

Naavic's dragon was also attempting to cause some chaos, and so far had caught two fanghur, but more and more were surrounding her, and he could see she was being overwhelmed. A well placed flash sent the monsters scattering, fleeing into the azure dome above. Eragon made a decision, and continued towards the man from his vision. And from what he had heard in that vision, things were not all well. In fact things were terrible. The whole of Alagäesia was being threatened, and Eragon had to be there to stop it being invaded. Suddenly Eragon felt a tearing force in his mind, something which caused him to almost stumble, puncturing into the fabric of his mind. The acute pain filled his body and for a moment Eragon couldn't think at all. He regained control and immediately blocked this attempt to enter his mind, and the two entered a duel. Eragon continued slowly towards the man, but was often distracted by the fanghur around him. They wrestled with each other's minds, like two lion cubs fighting, one on top and then immediately switching, the other assaulting this time. Eragon felt his match for the first time in a while, and more energy of his was being wasted.

Eragon realised that he had no time for a duel right now, and pouring a little bit more energy out of the pommel of his sword, he wrestled the man off, and put up the strongest defences he could. Then he focused on the fanghur who were now all around him, land and air. He struck out with his mind, and soaked up the life energy in each and every fanghur within the proximity, allowing up it to strengthen him. An invisible dome around himself, he ran back through the falling fanghur, lifeless and limp, towards the man again. This time the man called out to him.

"Not too bad eh?" He laughed to himself. Suddenly Eragon felt the energy being sucked out of him. But this wasn't like what he and done to the fanghur, instead he felt dizzy and deluded, stumbling over the ground.

In his last seconds of sanity he remembered Glaedr's words and drawing all the strength out of his pommel, immediately yelled them, preparing to collapse.

"Lgós endis myrkr, læ liøa**!" He hollered, hoping that this would be his saving grace. Only with all the energy from the fanghur and the pommel did Eragon manage not to black out. Feeling dizzy still, he drew on the energy of a nearby fanghur and noticed the chaos his spell had created. All around him the fanghur were burning in a dazzling light. It was exquisite to the eye, watching the miniature suns fall, ablaze, towards the earth, like shooting stars. The man himself was in a kneeling position and seemed to not be able to look at the bright lights surrounding him. And he himself kept feeling stronger and stronger. He released a vast amount of energy into his pommel sapphire, as more and more energy was fed to him. Eragon started to walk over to the man, who had drawn up to his fall height, but looked a deathly white, face ashen and pale. His face began to fill with rage as he wobbled whilst standing. The ashen face began to fill up with a crimson hue, bruising his cheeks and nose before his forehead and chin.

Eragon checked his surroundings, making sure no one was sneaking up on him. Then he took every caution in making Naavic's dragon safe and making wards. The silence was broken by Eragon's crisp tone, "May I ask you who you are and what you your business here is?"

"I," the man growled under his breath, "am the bringer of the Lag Ljóssr*, an ancient race who's powers I have commanded for centuries now. " He ended the sentence triumphantly, dramatically flinging his arms into the air. "But my business is simple: to destroy the feeble kingdom, Alagæsia!"

Eragon had to give it to the man, he had a dramatical air about him, but Eragon sensed a cocky attitude underneath the proud surface. "Well, bringer of the ancient race, stop wobbling and we can duel. Then we will see who's feeble, eh?" Eragon smirked with a twitch of his lips.

Eragon did not like the way a knowing smile crept on to the man's face slowly but surely. "Don't worry, we can fight if you so like. But you are armed with a sword," he gestured towards Brisingr, "be a man and let me arm myself!"

Eragon merely nodded, and the man drew out a long curved sword, virtually transparent, but sparkling in the brightness of Brisingr. It resembled a carefully crafted piece of twisted diamond, curved into a magnificent point. It's hilt was made of the same material too, and there were no engravings or marking on it at all. Light flashed past Eragon and he was quick to duck under the wild swipe; a test of his abilities. Brisingr ahead of him, Eragon flicked his sword to and fro, controlling the show. There was no real fight yet, more an attempt to scare the other person into submission. The first real attack was made by Eragon, lunging right into the man, who stepped aside and commenced with a series of powerful strokes and parries. The man was at ease, using the pointed edge to slide off of Brisingr easily, and deflecting it powerfully. Suddenly they locked in a match of brute force, each attempting to push the other's swords away. Eragon watched on as the curved killing machine grew, becoming longer. At the end of the new sword was a dark point, and it was cruising into Eragon's stomach. The excruciating pain grew bit by bit. Blood oozed out of his body and he weakened. Every spell or ward he had made was broken. He couldn't speak and the man was now trying to make him give up from the inside out through his mind. The daring of someone to make someone else be valiant, when that person then goes and backstabbing him...

Eragon started to fade; not just his mind either, his body was literally fading into thin air, as if going to another dimension. In his last seconds he tried the spell Glaedr told him, but it was absorbed by the darkness in the man's swords, which was growing throughout the crystal material. The ebony marbles glowed through the transparent edges of the sword. Eragon had no idea what was going on, but by now thoughts were getting lost in his mind.

Sensing that Eragon was nearly gone, the man looked him in the eyes. Eragon saw evil in the eyes; but more importantly, he saw jet black and the reflection of his body, nearly completely gone. In a soft, but harsh tone, the man spoke. "You never asked my name boy. Typical - no manners these days." He laughed softly. He leant in, "I am Muril Surgül."

Eragon's eyes widened and in the man's triumphant eyes, though his own body, he saw a green glint, and then nothing.

Glossary

*Lag Ljóssr = The Clear Fate

**Lgós endis myrkr, læ liøa = Let the light end darkness, stop the destruction!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I tried to make it as suspenseful as possible. Now, I'm going to have a quest with Eragon and Saphira later in, but they need a companion. You can choose any elf/dwarf/human/urgal and/or any dragon that has been met so far in the fic! Choose in the review section below! It's up to you. Read, enjoy and review :)