Hey everybody! Alright, this is my first attempt at actually writing fanfiction instead of just reading it. I noticed there weren't any fanfics about Eragon getting captured by Galbatorix so I decided to fix that. :) Rated M because I have no idea what is going to happen in this story so I'm rating for safety.

This story takes place just after Eragon realizes that the red dragon rider he has been fighting on the burning planes is Murtagh. Instead of how the actual book goes however, Murtagh doesn't have a loophole to work with, captures Eragon and Saphira, and takes them to Galbatorix.

Disclaimers: Don't own Eragon!

Chapter 1: Captured (very original title I know)

A pained expression twisted Eragon's face as he stared at Murtagh. He hated it- hated the entire situation, but he knew what had to be done. Murtagh was a rider bound to Galbatorix by oaths forced out of him through the use of his true name. He was too much of a threat to leave alive. He gritted his teeth as snapshots of memories murtagh and he had shared together flashed through his mind. No, thought Eragon, Don't think about it. Focus. Focus on what has to be done. The burning smell of war and the burning plains themselves filled his lungs. Eragon leaped forward, simultaneously renewing his attack on Murtagh's mind, intending to plunge Zar'roc through his heart.

"Letta!" barked Murtagh.

The spell caught Eragon midair, forcing him to drop back to the ground as invisible bands clamped around his arms and legs, immobilizing him. To his right, Eragon heard a furious roar as Saphira loosed a jet of fire at Murtagh, pouncing at him like a cat. Murtagh didn't even flinch as he extended a claw-like hand toward Saphira.

"Risa!" he commanded, halting Saphira's progress towards him.

Saphira yelped in surprise as she found herself frozen, floating several feet above the ground. She immediately began flailing about in her invisible bonds. No matter what she did, she couldn't brake free or force herself higher or lower with her wings. She let out a furious shriek in frustration. Eragon stared at Murtagh in surprise tinged with fear. How was he doing this? If he had tried the same feat, even with his new abilities, it would leave him gasping for breath and unable to move from where he would surely lay collapsed on the ground. Murtagh didn't seem to be affected by it at all! What he was accomplishing was inhuman.

Eragon wasn't about to lay down and die. He quickly ran through the counter spells Oromis had taught him. "Brakka du vanyali sem huildar Saphira un eka!" Eragon said, bracing himself as he felt the magic begin to sap his already depleted strength. Murtagh didn't try to stop him. He just gave Eragon a flat stare, as if he found Eragon's struggling to be a pointless inconvenience.

Eragon's hands went numb and his whole body started to shake with exertion of the magic. Saphira quickly added her body's vast resources to his efforts. The minutes ticked by as their silent battle waged. Eragon's body began to shake, new aches adding to his already battered body. Despite all his efforts, the only sign that Murtagh was exerting any effort to keep Eragon and Saphira where they were was a thick vein that was pulsing on his neck. Finally, after two minutes Eragon was forced to let go of the magic or fall into unconsciousness, a prospect he didn't find too comforting given the circumstances.

Eragon slumped, and would have fallen to his knees if he wasn't being held up by his invisible bonds. Murtagh smirked and walked up to him. Saphira growled, but her warning was an empty threat.

"You cannot hope to compete with me," Murtagh said, "no one can, except Galbatorix." He let the tip of his sword trace across Eragon's neck lightly.

"What now," Eragon spat, "If you're going to kill us just do it already." Murtagh stared at him for a moment, then let out a maniacal laugh.

"Kill you," Murtagh said, "I can assure you the king wants you very much alive. In fact, he ordered me to capture you and Saphira."

Eragon frowned in confusion "Why?" Murtagh looked at him incredulously.

"You don't know," he asked in a disbelieving voice. At Eragon's deepened frown Murtagh burst into another bark of his psychotic laughter. "Isn't it obvious? The last egg Galbatorix possess is male. Saphira is the only female left of her kind. Galbatorix wants her to mate in order to restore her race." Eragon looked at Murtagh in shock. Murtagh leaned closer to him and sneered in his ear, "It's going to be so easy to take you back to Uru'baen." To drive his point across, Murtagh increased the pressure on the sword at Eragon's throat slightly, pricking the skin. A small trickle of warm blood slid down Eragon's throat.

The cold weight of fear buried itself deep in his stomach. Murtagh was going to drag him to King Galbatorix. Saphira and he would be imprisoned and eventually forced to swear oaths to Galbatorix. He would end up like Murtagh, chained, angry, and bitter. A shiver swept through him and for the first time in a long while, he felt the pure raw emotion of terror corse through his body. Murtagh seemed to notice the fear in Eragon's eyes and relish in it because a large smirk spread across his face. He withdrew his sword from Eragon's throat and sheathed it. After rummaging around briefly in a leather pouch that was hanging from his belt, he withdrew a small vile.

He looked at Eragon with mischievous gleam in his eye and said, "Of course, before we leave, you need to drink some of this." he swung the vile back and forth. "Can't have you using magic to escape." Murtagh uncorked the bottle carefully. Eragon's eyes widened as his sensitive nose picked up the sweet perfumed smell that the drugged water in Gil'ead had contained. If he drank that it would be all over. He struggled and thrashed against his bonds as Murtagh approached him. Saphira did the same, snapping and biting the air in vain. Eragon turned his head away from Murtagh. Murtagh sighed and grabbed his jaw forcing his head back around to face him.

"You never give up do you," Murtagh asked in something close to fondness that surprised Eragon. He shook off his surprise and clamped his teeth together so hard it hurt.

"Uh, uh, uh,"

Murtagh tisked. He dug his leather clad fingers into the corners of Eragon's jaw and slowly, painfully, forced his mouth open. Eragon fought to close his mouth again, but before he could Murtagh poured the vile's contents into his mouth and massaged his throat until Eragon was forced to swallow. The cold liquid forced its way down, almost drowning Eragon in the process. When Murtagh was satisfied that Eragon had swallowed every drop, he released his hold on Eragon's jaw. Eragon coughed a few times and spat at Murtagh. He raised his head to glared at the other rider. The world around him spun in a dizzying swirl and he groaned. He could faintly make out Murtagh's smile, as he was informed that the drug had been mixed with a sedative that would help him "relax and recover from his battle and make the journey more comfortable." Eragon closed his eyes as he fought off nausea. He thought he dimly heard Saphira bellowing, but then he was gone as he fell into darkness, reveling in the last tender touches of Saphira's mind.

Ok, that's it for now. Sorry for the cliff hanger. Don't know how long it'll take to update seeing as I've never tried this fanfiction thing before. No promises on how long it'll take, but I'll try to update as soon as I can. R&R Till next time~ see ya!