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The Battle of Farthen-Dur
Eragon drew his bow, and let his arrow fly amidst the thousands of Varden arrows. He heard a faint hiss by his ear as Elva let loose her arrow. He watched as only a few of the arrows hit their targets, and fewer still were able to hinder the large Kull. With a hushed whisper, he pulled his sword out, adrenaline pumping his veins as the two enemy lines grew closer and closer. Blood pounded in his ears as he heard the rasps of hundreds of swords being drawn, and the whining of the horses as they were charged into battle.
"And onward they go," Elva muttered, loudly enough for Eragon to hear. "Many will die, today, many will die." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile, a twisted, slightly sadistic smile.
"And you'll enjoy these killings." Eragon responded, keeping any hint of disgust out of his voice. Saphira growled, her nostrils flaring.
"There is little that I truly enjoy, but mass-killings aren't one of them," her twisted smile grew larger. "But I have learned to embrace who I am, no matter what, as you have taught me, Ushnark."
Saphira roared, startling Elva. She twisted her head toward Elva, and then re-focused to the front of the Varden. She pressed her wings to her sides, and let out a large stream of fire, burning many of the Kull. The Varden cheered, but it was short-lived as more Kull poured out of the cave.
'Saphira, there're thousands!' Eragon exclaimed as he eyes many more Urgals pouring out of the holes like ants.
And we will fight them all! She roared, and leapt up into the air. She flew just above the front lines when Eragon jumped, using magic to halt himself before he landed onto the field. His feat left a few of the Varden and Kull around him staring at him in awe. The Kull were first to recover, and Eragon made up for the awed Varden by slaying five of the Kull, jolting the soldiers around him back into action.
He felt hours slip by, or maybe not so much time has passed. All around him was the sounds of metal clashing against each other, the screams of men, Kull, dwarves and horses as they were either wounded or killed. He could feel the heat of Saphira's fires as she burned many of the Kull. He would fight nearby Hrothgar and his guards as times, only to be whisked away and to be fighting next to Ahjihad or Jömundur. Once, he even fought next to Elva, her familiar fighting style using daggers making him slightly distracted, earning him a cut on the arm.
But no matter how hard they tried, it seemed to Eragon that they never made progress. More and more Kull came pouring through. He fought duels with magicians, and mini battles with the largest of Kull, and came out victorious, all the while hearing the sounds of death around him, the moaning of the wounded men and Dwarves. He sensed the magicians of the Urgals, called the Du Vrangr Gata, and worked alongside them to kill the opposing magicians. But their efforts only gave them a few moments of an advantage.
And then, they heard it.
The roar sounded angry and wild, wilder then Terra's snarl. The wings beating against the air produced large, booming sounds, like thunder. Saphira landed, causing the Kull, the Varden and the dwarves to move and make room for her. No one made a noise. The silence was strained and tense. In the far distance, however, echoes of the nearby two battles could be heard, the dragons' roar sounding the loudest. Eragon felt his insides go cold. Saphira's nostrils flared, and her tongue lashed out.
'Abomination,' She snarled, her entire body trembling, 'Abominations of nature, abomination of the dragons! The hatred in her was so strong, Eragon felt alarmed. He felt it creeping in, trying to take hold of his self. The booming sounds seemed to increase in volume, but whatever it was, is didn't appear. Not yet at least. No one seemed to be fighting, all as tense and nervous as the next. The field was quiet, like it was before the battle. Only this was a deadening silence, one that Eragon was sure stabbed fear into the hearts of the Varden, Dwarves, and even the Urgals.
'Saphira, what is it?' he asked, worried. She growled in reply, crouching down. Eragon understood; he climbed onto the saddle, just as he saw Elva appear.
"Twisted mind," she whispered. "Such a strong twisted mind, I feel, and loyalty as well." Her face was pale, and her entire body was trembling. "It has come to destroy us all. It is something far worse than Galbatorix, whose only holdover it is its loyalty." She leaned onto Saphira, who was as tense as she was, but far angrier then Eragon had ever felt her, even when her own hatchlings have died during the Fall. He struggled against the fury, trying to keep it from clouding his mind for as long as possible.
"Elva, go," Eragon ordered, feeling worried for her, for Saphira, and for himself as well. He could feel his barriers against Saphira's anger waning. "Take care of yourself."
She nodded, and her knees gave way to the ground. She scrambled away as fast as she could. Suddenly, she stopped at the end of Saphira's tail, and called out "Once you see it, do not resist against Saphira's anger." The thundering booms were getting closer now. "Let Saphira's anger take over. It's the best way to-AAAAH!" Her screamed pierced through the silence, like an ice dagger tearing through flesh.
Eragon twisted around in the saddle, and froze.
It was a lethrblaka, but unlike any he had seen before. Instead of being covered in tight black skin, it was covered in scales that turned into skin once is reached his wings. It was all black, darker then the night and Nyx's scales. Its wings were tattered in the end, and Eragon thought, for a split second, how it ever flew. Spikes that were black as the base and faded away into white were lined up along its back. Flames flickered out of its beak, black flames with orange at the tips.
Its rider rode on a black saddle at the base of its neck. His armor was all black, with a blood red, twisted flame in front of two crossed swords embedded onto his armor. It was hard to tell how old he was. He wore no helmet, revealing his blood-red hair, and his red eyes. But what shocked Eragon the most, and Saphira as well, was the familiarity of his face. Looking at the savage, angry light that replaced the once happy, and carefree light in his eyes, it was hard to tell that this anger, sneering, and loathing face had once been one that looked up to him. It was hard to tell that this…monster…was once a boy Eragon grew fond of. It was hard to tell that this boy was Janus Theldinsson.
Eragon felt his heart pause for a moment as his eyes settled on his new enemy; a shade riding the twisted offspring of a dragon and lethrblaka.
The shade's eyes settled on Eragon, and he grinned. In a loud voice that was nothing like the boy's Eragon had known, he proclaimed "You and I, Master! Let us fight today!"
Saphira roared in response, and the cross-breed replied back with its own gruesome call. Eragon raised his sword, aware of the blood dripping from it. His heart felt heavy with guilt from whom he had to fight and it pounded heavily as he recalled what Elva asked him to do.
Let Saphira's anger take over.
And that was what he did, with guilt guiding it.
Aiden never expected guarding the dragon riders, the dragons, and the eggs to be so easy.
They were separate from everyone else, but not so far away that they couldn't make out the dim lights of the fires. Adcast, an old man who could still wield a sword, ordered ten young guards to help them. The young guards, who were older then Aiden, glared at him with a look short of mistrust and disbelief. Aiden, Norfavrell and Jarsha, shifted uncomfortably. Only the dragons seemed to be at ease, and the horses that stood by them as well.
A tall, thin, and lanky boy was the only one who walked over to their circle, where he, the riders, and the dragons were all huddled around the fire. Aiden noticed that he had no weapons, and only leather armor with a steel breast plate.
"Can I sit here?" the boy asked.
Aiden nodded, aware that he was around the same age as Roran. He had brown hair, but blue eyes, and a rather thin figure. He squatted down next to Aiden.
"I'm Carn, by the way," the boy introduced himself.
"I know, people talk a lot about you," Carn replied, rubbing his hands together. "And the five of you as well," he nodded toward the others.
"What do they say?" Aiden asked, curiously staring at Carn.
"Nothing much really, just curious as to what you're taught and what you're like," Carn replied easily.
"Oh," Aiden returned his gaze to the fire. Absently, he placed his hand next to him, touching the bag with the dragon eggs. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Carn staring at the sack.
"Are the Dragon eggs in there?" Carn whispered, as if he was afraid to ask. Aiden nodded tense and wary. The two riders also looked nervous, and Jarsha rubbed Nyx's head. "People say that there should only be human riders."
"Why?" Aiden frowned, perplexed.
Carn frowned as well "The elf riders don't know us. They don't know the human culture and our ways."
"But Arya has been with the Varden for seventy years," Jarsha piped in "And she has a pretty good understanding of humans." Aiden and Norfavrell nodded in agreement.
Carn shrugged, but Aiden could tell that he wanted to disagree. They sat in silence for a few minutes, ignoring the awkward silence that spread. "Are you a magician?" Aiden asked.
"Yes, I've been training for a year now," Carn said rather proudly.
But before Aiden could say anything else, all at once the horses whined, and tried to get away. Aiden and the rider apprentices jumped up, and tried grab onto the horses' reigns. A few of the guards ran to help them.
"Stop!" Aiden shouted, after several tries to calm the horses down failed. At once, the horses stopped. Everyone stared at him, and Aiden felt his face grow hot.
"That was one way of settling them," Norfavrell broke the silence, giving his friend a small smile. Aiden returned it.
"But, what made them so scared?" Jarsha wondered. Everyone tensed, including the dragons, which were, up until then, just silently watching the scene.
"I can try to find out," Aiden whispered. Half-closing his eyes, he stretched his mind as far as he could and gently touch the minds of the others. He felt Carn's shield himself, and muttered that he wasn't going to read his mind. To his surprise, however, he felt nothing. Nothing at all, and it concerned him.
"Nothing," Aiden grimaced, "I feel nothing at all."
"Maybe it's just an animal or something," a tall, rather muscular young guard, whose name was Araum, suggested.
"Even then, Aiden would be able to feel something," Carn replied, furrowing his brows. "You can't hide a mind unless you are a really powerful mage."
"Then what is it?" Araum rather demanded. No one answered that question. Suddenly, the leaves rustled. Every guard drew their sword, and paled. Aiden, prepared to use magic, suspecting that Carn was doing the same. Jarsha and Norfavrell grew their swords as well, while the dragons tensed. Everyone's attention was focused in one direction.
The leaves rustled, and out stepped a young girl, looking no older then Aiden. She held a large basket, and wore a simple, brown dress. Her black hair was pinned up in a bun. She raised an eyebrow and held out the basket. "I was told to bring this to you," she stated "But I wasn't told to expect that everyone will be pointing their swords at me." Every guard relaxed, muttering and sheathing their swords. Araum walked over to her, his hand reaching out for the basket.
Aiden furrowed his eyebrows, feeling that something was amiss. Hesitantly, he reached his mind out to her, and felt nothing.
"Wait!" he shouted. Everyone turned to look at him. "Don't-"
An explosion cut him off, and nearly swept everyone off their feet. Aiden felt himself thrown against Carn, and both magicians fell were hit against the trees.
Aiden picked himself, the back of his head throbbing. He helped Carn help, and looked around for the riders, the dragons and the eggs. "Norfavrell, Jarsha!" he ran over to his friends. Both of them looked fine and the dragons as well. He stopped in front of them. "Where are the eggs? Are they alright?"
The three boys stared at each other in horror, before turning towards the dragons. Eveth, the un-bond dragon and Nyx were standing up, looking slightly irritated, but otherwise fine. Khenna, however, was curled, her head tucked in as well.
"She has them!" Norfavrell exclaimed. Khenna un-curled herself and revealed a large, brown bag. He ran up to his dragon, and hugged her neck. "Thank-you," Aiden heard his friend whisper. The leaves rustled behind him.
And nape of his neck tingled. He turned.
Five figures appeared, two of them larger than the rest, presumably two soldiers and a mage. Aiden froze with horror as his gaze was fixed upon the larger two beings. They were tall and bulky, hunched over. They wore black tattered cloaks, with the hoods covering their heads. But it didn't cover their large beak. Aiden had only seen then once in passing, and heard about them from what Eragon and Murtagh told him.
Eragon didn't count the hours that he was fighting. Rage and hurt blinded him, though whether it was his or Saphira's he couldn't tell. Maybe it was both of theirs. His only focus was on his opponent, a thing he realized to be nothing more than a shell of his former student, but it didn't help him when he fought.
His enemy didn't falter in his fighting, with moves that Eragon had taught him.
He was wounded and tired, and he felt Saphira feeling the same way. The battlefield seemed empty, the armies retreating as the fight began. But his enemy never faltered, laughing, gibing and egging him to go on. They danced in a circle, "Is that all you have, Master?" The shade laughed, sending chills up his spines. "The boy seems to be disappointed in you."
Eragon grit his teeth. Saphira lunged for the shade's steed, the hybrid, and bit its left side. The hybrid howled, and Eragon watched as the shade yelled out a spell, its words lost in the cry of the hybrid. Saphira snarled as a large, electric ball hit her head. Eragon felt a sharp sting on the side on his head.
Eragon clenched his jaw, and muttered Brisingr, surrounding the shade and his steed in a ball of fire. He hesitated then, not wanting to kill his former student, someone he had grown to care about so well. But the hybrid burst out, flames engulfing it. "We bathe in fire!" the shade yelled, as the flames licked the two.
Despair began to fill Eragon, Saphira, he cautiously told his dragon. He was my student, I-I can't kill him.
I know, Eragon, Saphira growled as the hybrid lunged at her. She dived toward the side, and breathed a blue fire at them, to no avail. But we must do what we must do.
"Can't land a blow on me?" the shade teased. "Can't kill me? Of course not! I'm not an elf rider," The shade laughed.
"It doesn't matter to me whether you are an elf rider or a human rider," Eragon shouted, "You are nothing more than monster serving Galbatorix on his blood-earned throne."
The shade's smile widened. "Is that how it is then? Forgetting that I'm your own student? And what things are sweet when they're not earned by blood? King Galbatorix is wise; he knows the enemy and will not hesitate to wipe them out."
They stopped fighting now, circling around each other, studying each other. "By using what hurts his enemy the most," Eragon said more quietly, but knew that the Shade could hear him.
"What hurts his enemy the most," the Shade repeated thoughtfully. "That is a valuable tactic in war." He suddenly tilted his head, as if he heard something interesting.
Eragon heard it as well. It was the sound of low thunder. He almost sighed with relief as he recognized the sound; the wings of the dragons beating against the air.
The shade smiled, which concerned Eragon. "Time for us to leave, Volthor," Eragon tensed, and he felt Saphira apprehensive as well. From the saddlebag, the shade drew out a small, tiny gem-like object. Squinting, Eragon suddenly widened his eyes in horror.
It was the Eldunari of a dragon hatchling, not more than a month old.
"If you can, tell them that Durza, rider of Volthor, and loyal servant of the King Galbatorix, shall meet you again, in five years. After all, you must prepare your riders if the King is to have his satisfaction." Durza then chanted. As soon as Eragon began to comprehend what he was saying, he and Saphira reached out their minds to the other Riders and Dragons.
Stay back! Do not come any closer!
He felt the puzzlement, and confusion of the other riders. Durza finished his spell, and threw the Eldunari toward them. Saphira turned, and tried to escape, but couldn't.
Eragon felt the heat of the fire against his back as he was propelled toward the wall of rock above the gate of Tronjheim. For a split second, he felt the rock against his skin, and the pain erupting from Saphira.
Then all went black.
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