Omar transformed and landed just inside the walls of Tronjheim. Kyle flew to him on his dragon, Pyro, with Omar's dragon, Starkiller, following. "Omar!" Kyle yelled. "Where have you been."
"Just practicing some magic. I killed so many when I was. I attacked them in revenge for... for our fallen Rider. I don't know how many I killed but I know it was at the very least 1/5 of there entire force gathered there. Lets just get to our war meeting for today." Kyle nodded, but looked grim. They walked towards the chamber that it would be held in. Omar walked in and most of there forces were already there. "Morning everyone." he said as he sat down.
"Alright." said Max. "Our forces are ready to strike. With our opponent weak it would be easier to do so. Thanks to Omar." he said looking at Omar. "Now when we attack we must be ready. We have to take some precautions when we do so. Omar can make us invisible so we can get past them. Once we get into the camp we must act quickly and attack. After we drive them back to Du Weldenvarden we must sieze there camp and if possible some of it's members. That way we have extra forces, plus extra supplies to use. Our dragons can circle around and scope out the place easier. They will determine how big there force is. We can see how many Riders they have. We should leave in a few hours. Before the sun sets, we should march there. Or at least begin our march. Once we arrive Omar will keep us shielded. Omar has the idead we surround the camp so they have one path out. Towards Du Weldenvarden. Once we drive them out we have some of us take there camp and capture the remaining soldiers there. Once they reach Du Weldenvarden, they'll probably head to Ellesmera. If not we'll drive them there. Lets get the soldiers ready. We'll march soon." Omar nodded.
"That sums up the plan. Dismissed." they walked out and Omar headed towards Starkiller when someone stopped him. It was a women.
"Hi. I'm sorry about your loss." he just grunted.
"Are you in our army?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm one of the officers."
"Good. Whats your name soldier?" "Racheal. My name is Racheal."
"Good. Get back to work and get your soldiers ready. Were going to march out soon. Dismissed." she nodded and walked away towards a cluster of soldiers. He walked to an angry lookin dragon. "Miss me?" Starkiller snorted. "I'll take that as your pissed at me. Come on whats wrong?"
YOU DON'T NEED ME ANYMORE.
"What?"
YOU CAN TRANSFORM INTO A DRAGON. YOU DON'T NEED ME TO FLY YOU AROUND ANY MORE.
"Of course I need you. Your my dragon. My partner. That magic first of all takes a lot of magic. Also we've been partners, Dragon and Rider, since you were born and I was young. We need each other." Omar said placing his hand on Starkillers nose. Starkiller shoved his head towards Omar and Omar barely managed to fit his hands around the front of his head. "Lets go." Omar mounted on Starkiller and drew Brightooth. Kyle mounted Pyro and stalked towards them. In Kyles hand was his sword, Blodbrisingr,
ready to tear through it's enemies. Omar nodded to him and he nodded back. Starkiller began his lumbering towards the front of the group. Andrew rode up to them on his white horse. It began to slowly walk alongside him as they headed towards the head of the army. Brom, Helen, Gaddock, and the others were out there. Glaera stood her head was hanging.
ARE YOU ALRIGHT? he asked with his thoughts.
NO. MY RIDER IS DEAD. I DON'T THINK THAT I CAN GO ON WITHOUT HER.
SHE WOULD WANT YOU TO CONTINUE. FIGHT ALONGSIDE US AND GET REVENGE ON OUR ENEMIES. I MISS HER JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO. BUT WE MUST CONTINUE. AVENGE HER BY DEFEATING THEM WITH RAGE. BE THE STRONGEST YOU CAN BE AND FIGHT ALONGSIDE ME. SHE KNEW WHAT SHE DIED FOR. BUT SHE DID NOT KNOW WHEN. LET US CONTINUE SO HER DEATH WAS NOT IN VAIN. The dragon looked at him, her golden eyes shimmering raised her maw and roared upwards shooting a golden flame mixed with red into the air. LET US GO. I WILL TEAR ERAGONS HEAD FROM HIS BODY. She said in his mind. Omar smiled and steered Starkiller away.
WE MUST HURRY IF WE ARE TO ATTACK WITH THE COVER OF NIGHT.
"I know. We will attack before this night has ended." Starkiller nodded and took flight. Kyle and Glaera flew near him as the others flew in seperate directions to keep the place safe. He cast his mind into his armies.
JUST KEEP MARCHING. THOSE ABOVE US WILL KEEP YOU SAFE UNTIL WE REACH THE CITY. DON'T STOP UNLESS I ORDER YOU TO. OMAR OUT. He cut it off as he and the others flew in a perfect formation above them. He drew his sword with his right hand still holding the saddle with his left. It was hard to see the ground as Starkiller was an enourmous dragon. He had to lean very far before he could see his army, Max at it's head. Omar kept his eyes out for the camp. He knew he was nearing, he could see where those he had made collapse earlier fall to the earth. All however were gone from the ground. He cursed under his breath that he had not killed his enemies. They were nearing as they saw a few bodies lying as well as scorch marks. They were here. He had his army begin to circle around though it would take a while. He dove down towards all of his enemies. Starkiller shot a bolt of fire at his enemies. Omar summoned his lighting abilities and shocked the camp. Several soldiers fell as it struck them. Omar got up and lept off Starkiller using a soldier as a cushion to break his fall. Swinging Brightooth he connected with several soldiers necks cutting off there heads. He then lowered his blade and caught another in the side. Turning it quickly he easily cut through the armor of another soldier. He saw that the only Riders here were Eragon and Murtagh. He smiled and charged at Murtagh. There blades connected.
"I killed Ren, Solembum, and Angela. But an experienced Rider like YOU will be especially fun to kill." he said his sword still connecting the two. What Murtagh did not know was that Omar kept a hidden knife blade within his sleeve. Plus Murtagh was weaker from earlier when Omar had smacked him and Thorn out of the sky. Omar quickly lowered his left hand, and before Murtagh could react jammed it inside the right side of Murtaghs chest. The Rider collapsed and a roar shook the sky from across the camp. Thorn. Thorn must be feeling the pain of his Rider. Omar sheathed the knife and hefted his sword in his right hand standing over him. Omar walked over to were his enemies sword had scattered. He picked it up and sheathed his own sword and drawing Ren's. "My second trophy from a fallen enemy Rider." he laughed. He raised Zar'oc at Murtagh. As he was about to bring it down on Murtagh a flash of red streaked overhead. He looked up and saw Thorn smacked him away. Zar'oc dropped from his hands and flew through the air. Thorn caught it and picked up Murtagh. Omar drew his bow and arrows and desperatly and angrily tried to shoot down his enemies. He put the bow and arrow away and drew his sword and began to head towards Eragon who was trying to fight an exceptionally large soldier of Omar. But as he was a Rider Eragon managed to get past the wards and cut into the side of the big brutish soldier. Eragon stomped on his head, crushing the helmet partially. Omar lept on him cutting away a soldier in the way. There swords collided. Omar dodged a blow from Eragons blue sword just as Omar caught his blade right underneath his armor. Eragon's wards defended him however so they prevented his arm getting chopped off. His dagger could pass through wards as easily as a dauthdaert. His sword was a different matter. It would take three days before he could put enough of the magic onto the sword. Once he started he could not stop it otherwise he would have to restart. For now he would have to just deal with battling with Eragon. Most of Eragon's army was retreating but a few kept on to stop Omar's army from advancing and decimating there numbers before they could regroup, get some elves, get dwarves, urgals, and finally extra soldiers. Omar had not planned on it but if possible he would destroy there entire army. If he did he could take over Alagaesia and finish this war much, much faster. Eragon seemed to have read his mind because seconds later Saphira snatched Eragon and flew away towards were most of the army was still retreating. Omar grunted and he walked to block the escape for the rest of the army. He drew Brightooth and looked from side to side of all of the soldiers. "Stand down. You've seen my powers. I suggest it." They sat down setting all of there spears and weapons in front of them. Omar walked towards them just as they all got up and tried to kill there guards. Several succeeded before his archers shot them in the back. Omar walked amongst the carnage and forced those who were alive to join them. Omar laughed. With near 15000 soldiers he was near to having the largest army in the land. A stray soldier ran up towards him. Omar flashed out his dagger for a split second and slit the throat of the soldier. He kicked it's body away and walked towards Max who sent his sword directly through an enemies chest. Another person came out from behind a rock. It was another women soldier. She carried a bloody knife. She must have just killed another stray when, out of nowhere, more of Eragon's soldiers lept at her. He drew Brightooth and cut down some soldiers. He cut down a soldier and kicked down another. He stabbed the one he kicked through the chest and swung his sword behind him and cut off anothers head. As another raised his axe and Omar punched through the wooden handle of the axe snapping it in two. He slipped his dagger out and stabbed him through it's lower jaw. He turned to the soldier.
"Whats your name?"
"Haley."
"You alright?" he asked.
"Yeah." she said as another soldier came running out towards them. She took her knife and threw it sticking it into the heart of the soldier. He dropped to the floor clutching the weapon of his demise. "Seems you can take care of yourself." Omar looked towards where Thorn and Saphira's large shapes were flying away from the devastations of there failures, and Omar's victories. One of the remaining archers from above on the mountinside, which was Eragons soldier, began shooting as he had killed his attacker and sent him reeling over the cliff. Drawing his bow he aimed as the archer began to aim for his enemies. He released the arrow and sent it flying. It was such a powerful force that it sent the soldier stuck with his feet dangling over the ledge. Omar walked away towards a large pile of stones. He used magic to build a stairway and balcony up. Omar looked over at his army that was picking through the remains retrieving anything of use. "I want this army to get some sleep before picking through here. In the morning you can do that. But I will not have you fighting this war with little energy. Sleep and in the morning you will eat. We march in three days people. Move."