A.N./ Hey guys. Gave up on my last story. Nothing came to me. So I'm writing a new one. I started it in writers camp recently. If you didn't read Eragon, then you won't understand the beginning. The unearthly stench of dying men filled the air surrounding the rapidly shrinking army of the Varden and the army. Shrieks pierced the ears of men in armor, as their friends, or foes fell to their deaths. Deemo had a wild look glazed over his eyes, as he stabbed and slashed at the nearest enemies. Twirling to one side, he scrabbled at his back to reach his bow, and shot an arrow at a far distant enemy, ready to send his father, Roran, into the void. A quick glance in between the two showed gratitude, and love as father and son. Suddenly, as if one, everyone fell silent, and drums started beating in a slow, steady, rhythm. *dong* *dong* *dong* What is he doing here? Speeding up, Deemo came to a hurried halt besides Roran. “Father, I think he’s come for you. I mean, Saphira and Eragon are not here. Neither is Orrin or Nasuada, or anyone of great importance in the resistance, except for you.” “No buts, Deemo. It is time that we all face our greatest and most terrible enemy, that we might be able to weaken him.”
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An elongated, distorted black figure, rose above the horizon’s line, and steadily made its way east to the battle field. Deemo realized with growing horror, that the figure, that very same figure, was the only reason he had joined the Varden. It was Galbatorix, swathed in a black cloak astride Shruikan, the hatchling he stole over a century past. His feet pounding into the ground, Deemo ran to his father, breathing hard, thoughts streaming in and out of his mind.
It’s not like this is his main army.
Eragon’s not here. Neither is Saphira. They’re both setting up the school for any future Riders against Galbatorix.
There’s no one here that really opposes him. Except for my father.
One question lingered in his thoughts.
But what would he want with Roran?
A hard glint covered Roran’s eyes. “Then let him come. Let him taste pain, for he took my father, my home, and everything away from me. He even tortured Katrina long ago.”
Deemo sighed frustrated. He had heard the story of his mother being imprisoned in Helgrind many times. One too many, but it was his father, and as custom in their village, you had to respect your elders, even though they may have told something one too many times. “But Fath-”
Every other thought or emotion was blocked out of his head by the emotion of worrying. Watching the ever-growing figure, Shruikan came to a sudden stop, halted by an unseen or unheard command. Galbatorix raised his right hand, and pointed it straight at the two, Roran and Deemo, trying to decide which to finish off first. The son of his enemy, or his enemy? Which would destroy the other most? Coming to a final decision, the deadly hand was pointed at Deemo, and a growing beam of black energy shot through with shades of red, came streaming out of the diffused oval marking on his palm, and flew down to meet with Deemo’s chest. In the moment before everything faded to black, Deemo locked eyes with his father, then passed into a void unlike most.
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