Eragon, and Anoria Mixed?
Eragon stuck down the advisor-Brisingr burned down his throat to his gut, and blood exploded from his chest. He lifted his boot and pushed the advisor’s fresh corpse away.
“You are a criminal,” Arrious’s voice came from behind.
Eragon turned, focusing his eyes at the human and then growled, “I did what was necessary.”
“You are no better than Galbatorix,” Arrious whispered.
“He must be overthrown,” Eragon retorted. The human drew his sword, and pointed it at Eragon’s nose.
“You insufferable cold monster,” he whispered again. “What man are you to do this? Do you know what he did?”
“He stood against us!” Eragon was astonished. “What is wrong with you?”
“What the hell!” Arrious exclaimed as dark eyebrows meeting as his lips rose to reveal his teeth. “I am not doing this anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Eragon asked, eyebrows rising. “I did what was necessary, Arrious!”
Arrious paced to the wall, talking in an increasingly high voice, “As if the Varden disturbing the peace the Empire preserved throughout seventy years was not enough, the massacre of Ceunon, the slaughter you committed in the Battle of the Burning Plains-“ he turned, and then shouted, “You are no hero, Eragon! You are a criminal with unearned gifts!”
“How dare you?” Eragon shrieked. “I am the chosen one! Eragon Shadeslayer is my name, and Saphira is my dragon-my presence is the hope-”
“Saphira is a fool!” Arrious shouted through clenched teeth. “She chose a fool, and you are all unspeakable slaughterhouses and death machines! My mother’s people taught you magic, and you use it to slaughter my father’s kin! You destroy houses with a whim, and you hesitate to extinguish an ant’s life in bowing to the Elves’ destructive philosophy!”
“Don’t you insult me?” Eragon shouted, lifting his hand-
“You cannot touch me by your magic, sorcerer!” Arrious exclaimed, face red, as he pulled himself to a fighting stance. His great sword’s tip touched the ground, and he crouched down. “I will end this madness!”
“What will you do human?” Eragon laughed. “Your magic equals mine, but I trained as a rider, and you have not.”
Arrious’s eyes thinned, as Eragon advanced slowly, adding, “And I will not forget you are almost wholly human. You cannot stand against my strength.”
Eragon dashed towards him, Brisingr high above his head-
“Rathari,” Arrious whispered, before Brisingr smashed into a large, silver stone-
“Bright steel,” Eragon gasped, and Arrious appeared behind him-the air rippled, as he brought his great sword in a sweeping arc- “Die, shade slayer.”
Eragon let go of Brisingr, and leapt above the sword’s reach, before landing on the bright steel meteor, drawing Brisingr, and leaping out at Arrious.
Arrious lifted his greatsword above his head, and with a twitch of his wrist, Brisingr’s edge grazed it, sliding upwards. Eragon lost his balance, and Arrious stuck out his gauntlet-
Eragon’s face crashed against Arrious’s fist. Arrious lifted his knee, and smashed it against Eragon’s stomach-before Eragon’s hand grabbed his knee, and pushed himself above Arrious, landing behind the human.
Eragon’s fist crashed into Arrious’s ribcage, and as he withdrew it, Brisingr shot forward into Arrious’s chest.
“Almost got me there,” Arrious whispered, as Brisingr tore through Arrious’s stomach inch-deep. The human brought his greatsword downwards, and Eragon barely avoided it-the greatsword bit deep into his shoulder.
Eragon’s boot crashed into Arrious’s injured stomach, throwing him back unto the wall. With a pained gasp, Arrious stood up, as the portraits on the wall shook from impact.
Eragon came against Arrious, bringing Brisingr to the ground with both hands. Arrious held his greatsword against his back, and twirled to the right as he brought his sword horizontally, widening his stance-Before Eragon held his sword with his right hand.
“What the,” Exclaimed Arrious. Eragon smiled, as a small flame ran down Arrious’s blade, removing its sharpness. Arrious frowned, and then whispered, “You want to play with magic, don’t you?”
Eragon’s smile disappeared as Brisingr melted.
“What the hell!” Eragon shouted, jumping back, holding on to the bare handle of his blade. “Brisingr!” He shouted, and no magic coursed through him. He shouted it again, increasingly loud, but nothing came out.
Still wide-eyed, Eragon turned to Arrious, whose eyes were glinting. His mouth curled into a dark grin, and said, “Cut the hand that steals, and steal it shall not.”
“How-“was all Eragon could say. Arrious lifted his greatsword over his head, resting the blade against his back.
“Your connection to your instruments of death is the only thing that keeps them. Like an old human saying, ‘A dream is not a dream to the dreamer’. Brisingr was an extension of you, and when I severed that, Brisingr returned to its rightful place.”
Eragon’s wide eyes turned to the bright steel meteor, and saw a vein of blue color it. He turned back to Arrious, who said, pulling back his sheath and belting the blade, “The Varden are lawless terrorists who have no qualms about destroying human life. The elves are honorless beings that should be set to fire and cast to the winds. Helgrind should be destroyed. Eragon shadeslayer must die.”
His eyes narrowed, voice rising into a yell, “I will start a new age, Eragon. An age where no lawless cowards stalk forests with eggs, an age where dragons -despicable, judgmental abominations as they are- are eradicated, an age where only men rule over men, and age where elves face the true world away from their magic…an age where there shall be no magic.”
“You are insane,” Eragon whispered. Eragon! Stall him! I’m coming to save you!
“And what are you?” Arrious whispered back. “Like the Varden?” His mouth curled into a smirk. “Lawful men-are you a man at all?” He taunted, pointing at Eragon’s ears. “No, Shadeslayer. You are no man, you are no righteous being at all, and you are only a coward, a coward who has too much power.”
“You cannot kill me,” Eragon smirked, standing up and throwing Brisingr’s hilt away.
“You are a fool,” Arrious laughed.
“What?” Eragon questioned. He turned to Brisingr’s hilt, where the whole blade was present-it was not melted at all. “You liar!” Eragon shouted, diving for the blade.
Arrious didn’t move, but smiled darkly, “Just to show you how innocent you are-how foolish. You believed the Varden’s claims and Brom’s bedtime stories, without looking out to see the Empire yourself. Yurzak harbored the Varden, who attacked neighboring villages in disguise. The Urgals were under Durza’s command, and not the emperor.”
“What do you mean?” Eragon whispered. Don’t listen to him, Eragon! Just wait for me!
Shut up, Saphira! Eragon shouted mentally. I’m stalling him!
“Do you know why the Varden fight the Empire?” Arrious asked. “Do you know why they hate him so? Do you know why Carvahall hates him?”
“Educate me,” Eragon replied mockingly. His sword was in his hand, and Saphira was coming. Arrious wasn’t as strong as Eragon previously thought. He wasn’t as strong as him.
“Carvahall’s citizens, especially the older ones still have the vision of King Palancar. They want to rule the Dragon Riders, and thus extent a new empire to rule not only men, but Elves and dwarves as well,” Arrious’s dark eyes widened and gleamed. “The Varden, on the other hand, are nobles from Surda who left King Orrin’s rule in favor of gaining power by sabotaging the Empire. Both plan a military coup to affect all of Alagaësia. Your village, Eragon, has been using you the moment Brom knew you had a Dragon Egg.”
“Brom told everyone?!” Eragon shouted.
“Why do you think your flight was so easy? The Raz’ac has been the hated bane of King Palancar, and the presence of the Raz’ac is why Galbatorix hasn’t chosen an ambassador to handle Carvahall. He thought by terrifying them with old memories, he’ll silent a potential rebellion,” Arrious took a step forward. Where is Saphira? Eragon wondered.
“Prove it,” Eragon challenged.
“Sloan,” Arrious responded softly. “How did he come to contact and report the Raz’ac?”
“He had his methods.”
“It was planned, Eragon. Garrow was the only person to oppose the village. One must have been the one to promote you to leave the village, who was Sloan. Everyone else catered for your every need,” Arrious responded. “The smith, the legends of the Spine, which only gave you self-confidence - have you, really not noticed anything?!
“Saphira’s miraculous growth-Thorn’s growth was quicker, because Galbatorix had more than one Heart to support the magic…Saphira’s growth depended on only two.”
Eragon’s heart sank; he never thought of the small, inconsistent images he got. They always sounded like as if they were for granted.
“Saphira’s remarkable growth, the change in her character from innocent to vicious-has nothing really passed you?” Arrious asked his eyes wide.
“Yuzac was the first village for me to meet-and it was destroyed. Term was perfectly intact,” Eragon said.
“Urgals are said to rampage the countryside, yet you only saw some in Yuzac-the soldiers at Carvahall listened to Brom’s story and did not slaughter him at the spot. Have their faces not seemed familiar?!”
“How do you know this?” Eragon demanded. Saphira was close.
“Because, Eragon,” Arrious stood up in regal pride. Saphira was outside-she was flying at the window- “I have been part of this. I have been part of the original Carvahall rebellion…I switched to the Varden, and found them not so different. I escaped to the Empire for years, and then returned to Ellesméra. I know all these stories…I was one of the planners.”
Don’t come in, Saphira. I got this.
No, Saphira’s voice echoed through his mind. I’ll silence him.
Don’t!
“Carvahall wants to use you to rule the elves and the empire. The Varden planned to merge Carvahall into their order, but the tribes did not agree, and there is an internal power struggle you are unaware of. Sloan, who is supposedly serving punishment in Ellesméra-”
Saphira’s body smashed against the window, raining an motionless Arrious with glass shards. Her jaw opened, as her head lurched forward. Her teeth glistened-
Arrious turned slowly, before he leapt back-
Saphira’s jaws hit the ground, before her body lurched out, and then pushed herself through the window, advancing on the human.
Saphira, I order you to stop!
He’s ruining everything! Saphira roared, before letting out a torrent of blue flames, which caught on to the rugs, the paintings, and the very air-
Arrious disappeared-It’s an illusion, Saphira!
Arrious appeared again, and whispered from Saphira’s back, “Time to end this madness.”
His greatsword gleamed in the moonlight.
“NO! ARRIOUS!”
SAPHIRA! LOOK OUT!
Blood sprouted from the dragon’s neck-
Saphira roared in pained fury, as Arrious’s greatsword dug through her scales, severing nerve and muscle, and as its tip pierced a gentle mass within, a bright light-bright as the sun-died in Eragon’s eyes.
“SAPHIRA!!” Eragon shouted in pain, as Arrious drew his blade, soaked with blood, and stabbed Saphira’s neck again-
And again-
Eragon couldn’t watch.
His body rippled in agony, as his ears shrunk, and his face stung, as his figures returned to what they used to be-
“The unholy magic is undone,” Arrious whispered from Saphira’s bloody neck. The dragon gave a jerk, and fell still. “You are only human now.”
Eragon fell against the wall, before mind shut.
“The time has come, to destroy the Varden, Carvahall, and the Elves,” Arrious whispered, standing at the broken windowsill, and then he jumped-
“The lawless criminals will be brought to justice.”
“You are a criminal,” Arrious’s voice came from behind.
Eragon turned, focusing his eyes at the human and then growled, “I did what was necessary.”
“You are no better than Galbatorix,” Arrious whispered.
“He must be overthrown,” Eragon retorted. The human drew his sword, and pointed it at Eragon’s nose.
“You insufferable cold monster,” he whispered again. “What man are you to do this? Do you know what he did?”
“He stood against us!” Eragon was astonished. “What is wrong with you?”
“What the hell!” Arrious exclaimed as dark eyebrows meeting as his lips rose to reveal his teeth. “I am not doing this anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Eragon asked, eyebrows rising. “I did what was necessary, Arrious!”
Arrious paced to the wall, talking in an increasingly high voice, “As if the Varden disturbing the peace the Empire preserved throughout seventy years was not enough, the massacre of Ceunon, the slaughter you committed in the Battle of the Burning Plains-“ he turned, and then shouted, “You are no hero, Eragon! You are a criminal with unearned gifts!”
“How dare you?” Eragon shrieked. “I am the chosen one! Eragon Shadeslayer is my name, and Saphira is my dragon-my presence is the hope-”
“Saphira is a fool!” Arrious shouted through clenched teeth. “She chose a fool, and you are all unspeakable slaughterhouses and death machines! My mother’s people taught you magic, and you use it to slaughter my father’s kin! You destroy houses with a whim, and you hesitate to extinguish an ant’s life in bowing to the Elves’ destructive philosophy!”
“Don’t you insult me?” Eragon shouted, lifting his hand-
“You cannot touch me by your magic, sorcerer!” Arrious exclaimed, face red, as he pulled himself to a fighting stance. His great sword’s tip touched the ground, and he crouched down. “I will end this madness!”
“What will you do human?” Eragon laughed. “Your magic equals mine, but I trained as a rider, and you have not.”
Arrious’s eyes thinned, as Eragon advanced slowly, adding, “And I will not forget you are almost wholly human. You cannot stand against my strength.”
Eragon dashed towards him, Brisingr high above his head-
“Rathari,” Arrious whispered, before Brisingr smashed into a large, silver stone-
“Bright steel,” Eragon gasped, and Arrious appeared behind him-the air rippled, as he brought his great sword in a sweeping arc- “Die, shade slayer.”
Eragon let go of Brisingr, and leapt above the sword’s reach, before landing on the bright steel meteor, drawing Brisingr, and leaping out at Arrious.
Arrious lifted his greatsword above his head, and with a twitch of his wrist, Brisingr’s edge grazed it, sliding upwards. Eragon lost his balance, and Arrious stuck out his gauntlet-
Eragon’s face crashed against Arrious’s fist. Arrious lifted his knee, and smashed it against Eragon’s stomach-before Eragon’s hand grabbed his knee, and pushed himself above Arrious, landing behind the human.
Eragon’s fist crashed into Arrious’s ribcage, and as he withdrew it, Brisingr shot forward into Arrious’s chest.
“Almost got me there,” Arrious whispered, as Brisingr tore through Arrious’s stomach inch-deep. The human brought his greatsword downwards, and Eragon barely avoided it-the greatsword bit deep into his shoulder.
Eragon’s boot crashed into Arrious’s injured stomach, throwing him back unto the wall. With a pained gasp, Arrious stood up, as the portraits on the wall shook from impact.
Eragon came against Arrious, bringing Brisingr to the ground with both hands. Arrious held his greatsword against his back, and twirled to the right as he brought his sword horizontally, widening his stance-Before Eragon held his sword with his right hand.
“What the,” Exclaimed Arrious. Eragon smiled, as a small flame ran down Arrious’s blade, removing its sharpness. Arrious frowned, and then whispered, “You want to play with magic, don’t you?”
Eragon’s smile disappeared as Brisingr melted.
“What the hell!” Eragon shouted, jumping back, holding on to the bare handle of his blade. “Brisingr!” He shouted, and no magic coursed through him. He shouted it again, increasingly loud, but nothing came out.
Still wide-eyed, Eragon turned to Arrious, whose eyes were glinting. His mouth curled into a dark grin, and said, “Cut the hand that steals, and steal it shall not.”
“How-“was all Eragon could say. Arrious lifted his greatsword over his head, resting the blade against his back.
“Your connection to your instruments of death is the only thing that keeps them. Like an old human saying, ‘A dream is not a dream to the dreamer’. Brisingr was an extension of you, and when I severed that, Brisingr returned to its rightful place.”
Eragon’s wide eyes turned to the bright steel meteor, and saw a vein of blue color it. He turned back to Arrious, who said, pulling back his sheath and belting the blade, “The Varden are lawless terrorists who have no qualms about destroying human life. The elves are honorless beings that should be set to fire and cast to the winds. Helgrind should be destroyed. Eragon shadeslayer must die.”
His eyes narrowed, voice rising into a yell, “I will start a new age, Eragon. An age where no lawless cowards stalk forests with eggs, an age where dragons -despicable, judgmental abominations as they are- are eradicated, an age where only men rule over men, and age where elves face the true world away from their magic…an age where there shall be no magic.”
“You are insane,” Eragon whispered. Eragon! Stall him! I’m coming to save you!
“And what are you?” Arrious whispered back. “Like the Varden?” His mouth curled into a smirk. “Lawful men-are you a man at all?” He taunted, pointing at Eragon’s ears. “No, Shadeslayer. You are no man, you are no righteous being at all, and you are only a coward, a coward who has too much power.”
“You cannot kill me,” Eragon smirked, standing up and throwing Brisingr’s hilt away.
“You are a fool,” Arrious laughed.
“What?” Eragon questioned. He turned to Brisingr’s hilt, where the whole blade was present-it was not melted at all. “You liar!” Eragon shouted, diving for the blade.
Arrious didn’t move, but smiled darkly, “Just to show you how innocent you are-how foolish. You believed the Varden’s claims and Brom’s bedtime stories, without looking out to see the Empire yourself. Yurzak harbored the Varden, who attacked neighboring villages in disguise. The Urgals were under Durza’s command, and not the emperor.”
“What do you mean?” Eragon whispered. Don’t listen to him, Eragon! Just wait for me!
Shut up, Saphira! Eragon shouted mentally. I’m stalling him!
“Do you know why the Varden fight the Empire?” Arrious asked. “Do you know why they hate him so? Do you know why Carvahall hates him?”
“Educate me,” Eragon replied mockingly. His sword was in his hand, and Saphira was coming. Arrious wasn’t as strong as Eragon previously thought. He wasn’t as strong as him.
“Carvahall’s citizens, especially the older ones still have the vision of King Palancar. They want to rule the Dragon Riders, and thus extent a new empire to rule not only men, but Elves and dwarves as well,” Arrious’s dark eyes widened and gleamed. “The Varden, on the other hand, are nobles from Surda who left King Orrin’s rule in favor of gaining power by sabotaging the Empire. Both plan a military coup to affect all of Alagaësia. Your village, Eragon, has been using you the moment Brom knew you had a Dragon Egg.”
“Brom told everyone?!” Eragon shouted.
“Why do you think your flight was so easy? The Raz’ac has been the hated bane of King Palancar, and the presence of the Raz’ac is why Galbatorix hasn’t chosen an ambassador to handle Carvahall. He thought by terrifying them with old memories, he’ll silent a potential rebellion,” Arrious took a step forward. Where is Saphira? Eragon wondered.
“Prove it,” Eragon challenged.
“Sloan,” Arrious responded softly. “How did he come to contact and report the Raz’ac?”
“He had his methods.”
“It was planned, Eragon. Garrow was the only person to oppose the village. One must have been the one to promote you to leave the village, who was Sloan. Everyone else catered for your every need,” Arrious responded. “The smith, the legends of the Spine, which only gave you self-confidence - have you, really not noticed anything?!
“Saphira’s miraculous growth-Thorn’s growth was quicker, because Galbatorix had more than one Heart to support the magic…Saphira’s growth depended on only two.”
Eragon’s heart sank; he never thought of the small, inconsistent images he got. They always sounded like as if they were for granted.
“Saphira’s remarkable growth, the change in her character from innocent to vicious-has nothing really passed you?” Arrious asked his eyes wide.
“Yuzac was the first village for me to meet-and it was destroyed. Term was perfectly intact,” Eragon said.
“Urgals are said to rampage the countryside, yet you only saw some in Yuzac-the soldiers at Carvahall listened to Brom’s story and did not slaughter him at the spot. Have their faces not seemed familiar?!”
“How do you know this?” Eragon demanded. Saphira was close.
“Because, Eragon,” Arrious stood up in regal pride. Saphira was outside-she was flying at the window- “I have been part of this. I have been part of the original Carvahall rebellion…I switched to the Varden, and found them not so different. I escaped to the Empire for years, and then returned to Ellesméra. I know all these stories…I was one of the planners.”
Don’t come in, Saphira. I got this.
No, Saphira’s voice echoed through his mind. I’ll silence him.
Don’t!
“Carvahall wants to use you to rule the elves and the empire. The Varden planned to merge Carvahall into their order, but the tribes did not agree, and there is an internal power struggle you are unaware of. Sloan, who is supposedly serving punishment in Ellesméra-”
Saphira’s body smashed against the window, raining an motionless Arrious with glass shards. Her jaw opened, as her head lurched forward. Her teeth glistened-
Arrious turned slowly, before he leapt back-
Saphira’s jaws hit the ground, before her body lurched out, and then pushed herself through the window, advancing on the human.
Saphira, I order you to stop!
He’s ruining everything! Saphira roared, before letting out a torrent of blue flames, which caught on to the rugs, the paintings, and the very air-
Arrious disappeared-It’s an illusion, Saphira!
Arrious appeared again, and whispered from Saphira’s back, “Time to end this madness.”
His greatsword gleamed in the moonlight.
“NO! ARRIOUS!”
SAPHIRA! LOOK OUT!
Blood sprouted from the dragon’s neck-
Saphira roared in pained fury, as Arrious’s greatsword dug through her scales, severing nerve and muscle, and as its tip pierced a gentle mass within, a bright light-bright as the sun-died in Eragon’s eyes.
“SAPHIRA!!” Eragon shouted in pain, as Arrious drew his blade, soaked with blood, and stabbed Saphira’s neck again-
And again-
Eragon couldn’t watch.
His body rippled in agony, as his ears shrunk, and his face stung, as his figures returned to what they used to be-
“The unholy magic is undone,” Arrious whispered from Saphira’s bloody neck. The dragon gave a jerk, and fell still. “You are only human now.”
Eragon fell against the wall, before mind shut.
“The time has come, to destroy the Varden, Carvahall, and the Elves,” Arrious whispered, standing at the broken windowsill, and then he jumped-
“The lawless criminals will be brought to justice.”