I only own my own OCs. You know what I'm gonna say: Mental speech = ' ' Ancient language translations at the bottom of the page. Please review and hope you like it! :)
Why me? I was sick of being a prize, but this was an entirely new level of foul play. Being possessed to draw Eragon and Arya here to their dooms? New low. I have officially hit rock bottom. I watched, powerless to stop, as the Shade forced through my mind, looking around as if flipping through pages in a book. I felt him as he looked through memories, and some were even destroyed. I felt him destroy... Well, I don't remember what, but I was done with watching by now. I launched my most vicious attack at the Shade, and caught him off guard. He screeched a few times, but then regained a slightly weaker control over me again. He sneered, 'So, you think you can stop me? You think you can play the hero? Well think again, child. You cannot even unbalance me for more than a moment. But that doesn't mean I'll let you misbehave.'
He dug his spear of a mind into my consciousness, a barbed weapon that I couldn't fight. If I had control, I would have let out an unearthly shriek, but I had to suffer in silence. When the seemingly endless agony ended, the Shade said mockingly, 'Oh, dear, did I break my new toy? So sad, but it will all be over soon.' I had to do something. I couldn't sit and wait here! I had to do something about this man, even if it killed me. My death would be a small toll for the safety of Alagaësia and its recipients. I quickly pounded against the Shade, knowing I was only annoying him. But this time, he just pushed me into a corner, and returned to reading my thoughts.
~Time Skip~
Every minute of that day, I never stopped fighting. I'd have a break for a few seconds, then return to blasting the hardest I could. The next morning, on my eternal attack's breaking point, the Shade screamed in mind and out loud, "Child, I now realize it will be easier to make you suffer worse than this. I release you." I suddenly was in control again! The Shade returned to the idiot who had tried to control him in the first place, but my problem wasn't over. All my pounding had annoyed Galbatorix, but had gone through him and to my body, so I was tired from attacking, and my body from the attack. The Shade drew himself up from the ground, tipped my face up with a finger, and said, "Oh, child. So much to learn. I find this fate I've made for you much more enjoyable." I tried to punch him, but he simply grabbed my wrist and flipped my to the ground. "You should be honored; few men, or women, have ever attracted my attention for this long. Or resisted me, for that matter." He dragged me up, and pushed me against the wall again, making another shatter in the stone. I felt a more pointed stone rip my dress slightly, but did minimum damage, though I couldn't take much more of this. The highest I could accomplish now was to weaken him for Arya and Eragon.
How did Eragon withstand this? I couldn't keep up my weak, pathetic status much longer before the Shade became bored and finished me. I ripped the second knife from my other boot and took a well aimed shot for his chest, but he deflected and yelled, "Ha! Is this the best you can do?" I felt my scar tingling again, and I let my anger out for a moment. "You! You are a dark menace to the world I seek to protect! Do you expect me to let you destroy all I've worked for? All my friends? Never! Not as long as I can breathe!" I saw the world through green lens' again, and I watched as a dark gray storm cloud gathered over us, crackling with green light. I usually didn't have to use the ancient language for lightning, but to give it an extra boost, I yelled, "Kveykva!" From the sky and from my hand, green light snapped and cracked with power, and I focused it all on the Shade. He survived last time, and even with everything going into it, this would be no different. I was going to die either way, so why not make my end heroic? The lightning spiraled towards Galbatorix's black form, and for a moment, I even saw uncertainty in his black eyes, but it was replaced with its usual malice and cunning.
I quickly shielded my eyes, because the flash that followed my attack was enough to give you spots in your eyes for days, and this magnitude of explosion would cause blindness. When I felt the last of the energy needed drained away from me, I looked up; the Shade was laying on the ground, a wisp of steam rising from his fried skin. I recovered Laufsbläd quickly and stepped cautiously towards the Shade, knowing he could fully be alive. I quickly jabbed Laufsbläd at his heart, but his still smoking hands suddenly recovered and grabbed either side of the blade's flat. But one hand had been destroyed. I'd cut it off. Why me, I thought not for the last time. I slashed again at the hands, one cutting at the forearm, one just below the thumb. I adjusted my grip, closed my eyes for two seconds, and I tried again, but the Shade was gone. I almost dropped Laufsbläd, but I managed to keep a firm grip, and knowing the Shade had gone behind me, I turned around to face the Shade.
He stood, a pale bane of all good, and I knew I would at least be honored for standing up to the Shade. I stood firm, drew Laufsbläd higher, and told the Shade, "You now face death." I knew it was me who would die, but I had to remain calm, or I wouldn't accomplish anything. I quickly summoned my extra lightning and set it on the blade, light now crackling around the sword. The Shade smiled again, and reached a hand towards me. "Malthinae lam." I knew what he was saying, but it didn't make sense. I looked at my hand, but nothing was wrong, but I knew something was wrong.
just as I looked up, the Shade was two feet in front of me and I dodged quickly, but not before he slashed a medium sized cut from my thigh to the back of my knee. I attacked back, slashing at his back, regardless of how it would effect him, and a cut not unlike mine came to be. He screamed so unearthly, I almost dropped Laufsbläd to caress my aching ears, but I just added my yell to the sound. Using my uncertainty, the Shade knocked my sword to the wall, and tried to send me there, too. I snapped myself out of it and quickly ran to the wall, but Galbatorix shot it past the doorway. I raced after it, but I couldn't past the barrier! I touched my right hand to the stone, but it still failed. I looked at my hand, but no gedwey ignasia was to be seen.
I screamed, What have you done? What! Have! You! Done!?" "Oh, I've only temporary blocked your magic flow. You could still use lightning, yes, but you can see that doesn't effect me. This just makes everything easier for me." I would have stepped back, but the barrier kept me in place. The Shade got closer and closer, until my fear let loose my lightning, which harmlessly hit his hand. I desperately swung out at him, punching for all I was worth, and though one or two hits landed, he merely swerved away from most. When he was dodging one, I ducked away under one arm, but he grabbed my neck, and held me out. I saw the world spin, and again, I crashed against the barrier, but this time, the Shade kept throwing me against it, sending shockwave after shockwave through my body.
I remember screaming, but when I heard the Shade asked triumphantly, "Do you surrender to me, child?" I screamed again and again, "NO! Never! No will never mean yes!" He scowled and this time, thrust me against the barrier so hard, I couldn't maintain my consciousness anymore.
kveykva- lightning
malthinae lam- bind hand