I do not own Eragon or other characters. I only own my OCs. Ancient language translations at the bottom!
My head was spinning, and everything was gray. I opened my eyes, and I picked up my head. Everything was spinning...turning... all around. I tried to focus on one thing, but it all blended together. The only thing I could put together was I was in a stone room. The floor was really cold. I leaned against the wall, and a jingling sound made me come alert. I looked down, and I saw black, snake-like thing, and I assumed it must be chains. I reached down, and the things hissed. I screamed, and backed up, but my vision cleared, and I could see they were chains. I knew my mind was being messed with. I realized I had cuffs on my ankles and wrists. I shook my head, and started to organize my thoughts. My first thought was escape. The room was about twenty feet, and the walls were twice that. The only opening was a two foot square at the top of the pit, and iron bars crossed over it, and the hole was centered in the ceiling.
I started to study the walls, and I realized that some stones stuck out, and if I climbed them walls right, I could work my way up to the entry! It would take awhile, and I would hang from the ceiling for a few feet, but I could do it. I looked at the chains, and they were extremely long. I started scale the walls, which were actually quite is when things went wrong...
I reached the top, and started to go upside down. As I reached for the bars, light suddenly streamed in from the bars, but I just closed my eyes and reached bars started rattled, and pulled my arm back as they clattered to the ground. I suddenly swayed and the stones I was holding to were suddenly flat. I grabbed the ledge to pull myself up, but that had nothing to grip, and I fell down forty feet. I crashed into the ground, and a pile of chain. But the worst wasn't even over. A man in a solid black cape and robes dropped . I saw he had black gloves on his hands, too. He walked forward, and I tried pulling myself away. Something about the man chilled my blood. I saw his face, pitch black hair, flattened by a golden crown, and eyes just as black his hair, that seemed to peer into my soul.
He said, "Young one, you could have waited for me to arrive." His voice. It entranced me strangely, and made me feel safe. He walked over to me, and grabbed my wrist. He tapped the cuffs and whispered,"Ma'mor." The manacles and chains fell away immediately. He pulled me to my feet, but before I could struggle in any way, he muttered, "Mathinae." I suddenly went limp and I could feel or move, and the man gathered me in his arms, and walked until we were under the hole. He said, "Risa." We rose upward, and once over the edge, we stopped moving. I saw that the pit had been in a tower, but the man dropped me softly on my still numb legs. He said, "Losna." I felt in control again! He started dragging me by my wrists again, and this time, I did pull backwards, though the man was much stronger.
He dragged me through the doorway behind us, and I saw an enormous city. The word city doesn't even explain the wonders before me. There was a sprawling town below and next to me. Towers and building were built upside down on a giant plateau, supported on one side, while the other loomed over the lower city. We were on the section of plateau that overlooked the entire city! I was amazed, and the man beside me said, "It's beautiful, isn't it? Amazing what you can do if your determined." I said, "Yes, but why am I here?" He smiled, a cruel look that made me want to hide, but his voice was kind, welcoming, and most of all inspiring. He said, "Because. Your father is Vrael, the Rider, and this city, all of the Broddring Kingdom, would be rubble if I hadn't stopped him. You are here because I need your help to reverse the things he put out of balance."
That didn't feel right to me, but I had no idea of anything. The man reached out, as quick as a viper, and touched my temple. I suddenly was in a large mansion, still in my silver dress. A beautiful woman, an elf, was next to me, and ahead, huge oaken doors were open, and a man with silver hair stumbled in, clutching his side. I ran to him, just watching as I said, "Father! What happened?" I saw blood seeping from between his fingers, and screamed, "Mother!" The woman rushed forward, but the man who had been with me in the city was suddenly standing between my mother and father, across from me. The silver-haired man I assumed was my father rushed forward, a white sword in his hand, and charged towards the black-haired man.
I backed up, and tripped on a rock, falling on my back. When I looked up again, the woman was dead, her eyes gazing listlessly towards the ceiling, my father standing next to her, his sword stained red. The other man was walking calmly towards me, but my father was quicker. He rushed forward, and yelled, "Waise stenr! Neo hugin!" And all went black.
I was suddenly back in the city, and the man was glaring at the town below. He said, "Vrael was mad. He killed his own wife, and turned you to stone. What kind of father does that? I was trying to end his madness, but he arrived first. I am still fixing the damage he caused the world." I asked, "But what do I have to do with this? And why should I trust you? I saw you kill my mother." The man turned to me and said, "You can help me rebuild what was destroyed. We can bring peace and prosperity to this world, and you should trust me, because the proof of your father's treachery to the world is forcing an elf maiden to his halls and destroying the Riders, a civilization he once led fairly until he became insane." I was satisfied by this, so I asked again, "But how can I do all that?" He said, "You are an elf. You are born with magic. It would be easy for you to help me."
He smiled that special way again and said, "You could be the daughter I never had." He reached with his mind and showed me a world where magicians all are united, people have bountiful harvests, elves and dwarves are only as powerful as humans, and the country Surda is under the Empire once more, sharing the Empire's joy. I thought, 'Hey, it might need some work, but this plan might make Alegasia a better world.'
I smiled and said, "I accept. But, I don't remember much. I don't even know my name, or yours." He smiled, closed his eyes and murmured a few words I couldn't hear. Things suddenly flooded back to me, things that seemed strange, fun, and a few I didn't want. He opened his black eyes as I said, "Vraela. I'm Vraela." He scoffed. "He was also vain. Vain enough to name his daughter after himself. And I, I am Galbatorix."
Ma'mor= unlock
Losna= release
Risa= rise
Mathinae= confine