As all of you know, I wrote my own Eragon and Eldest script and posted them here. Now, I have completed the Brisingr script and here it is. There are just a few things you need to know before you read it. The T like when Saphira and Solembum are talking means that they are talking telepathically. The number after the name of each scene is how many minutes and seconds it should last if it were actually playing as a movie. Once again, there are several scenes left out from the book, including: Sloan's fate, the gifts of gold, Roran's fight with the Urgal, and a few other smalled scenes. However, I believe that this script will present a lot better film because I have made sure to add a lot more character development and drama. That is also why it's nearly thirty minutes longer than the others. Please read and respond. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it!


Brisingr Script- 3:29:45

Scene 1- The Gates of Death- 7:30

Company logos appear and disappear.

Dark, black. There is the solemn, deep beating of a drum, and then another beat follows as a slow, monotonous, and barbaric song begins to unfold. The logo of Brisingr appears and disappears.

Scene opens on a wide shot of a midnight sky. The bright, full moon is high in the sky and many stars hang suspended. The camera scrolls down to the earth where we see a wide shot of a large city which sits at the edge of a large lake: Dras-Leona and Leona Lake. Many miles from the city, out on an open plain of dirt and grass sits the ominous mountain of Helgrind, the Gates of Death.

Scene switches to the upper part of a large, metallic cathedral which lies inside the city. Camera scrolls down the front outside of the cathedral to a large porch where two, large doors are set into the wall. The barbaric song continues to play, joined by the deep voices of men and the high voices of small children. Slowly, the two doors open, and a procession of men begin to file out of the building. Some carry torches. Some carry drums. Some carry gifts of gold and wear robes fit for a king, for they are great priests of the temple. Some are chained together, dressed in dirty rags and garments, for they are slaves, offerings to the gods. In a most solemn manner, they begin to walk down the city street. A black cat jumps up out of a barrel alongside the road and meows at them. One of the priests turns to look at the cat. In the dim glow of his torch, we see that he has no nose, only one ear, and only one eye. The cat hisses at him and runs away.

Scene switches to a wide shot of the procession line as it walks across the flat and barren plane between the city and Helgrind. One of the slaves looks up at the moon. It shines brightly between two of the mountain’s three peaks. He trembles, and looks back down at his feet. As the barbaric music continues, the group of priests and slaves continue to journey to the forbidding shadow against the sky. Finally, they reach the base of the great landform, where lies a stone altar. One of the priests raises a hand.

Priest #1: Stop!

The line of men stops behind him as well as the music. All is quiet for a few seconds. The priest points to a piece of rope that is securely fastened to a boulder by the altar and snaps his fingers.

Priest #1: Tie the offering there.

Some of the other priests lead the slaves over to the rope and hastily chain them to it. The slaves let out cries of horror and pleas of mercy, yet the priests ignore them. The commanding priest takes a long dagger out from his robes, slides his finger across the blade, cutting his finger. He then sniffs his blood and sighs in satisfaction. He looks up at the sky. The moon is just above the tallest peak of the Helgrind. The high priest then turns toward the others, an evil grin upon his face.

Priest #1: Now, who will prove to the gods their true faith?

There is shifting from the crowd of priests, but all is silent. Finally, a young priest steps forward, his voice shaking.

Priest #2: I will.

The high priest nods his approval and holds out the dagger. The priests carrying drums begin to beat them, slowly at first and faster and faster over time. The young priest steps forward and take the knife from the high priest, who bows and steps out of the way. The young priest looks up at Helgrind, the mighty drum beats stirring the air. He steps up on to the altar. And as the drums beat faster and faster and faster, the young priest lifts up his hand before Helgrind, puts the edge of the knife to his wrist, and yanks it through. Just before he actually cuts off his hand, the scene switches, yet we can hear the echo of his cry.

Scene switches to a great panorama of the plane, though the city and the mountain cannot be seen. Only distant mountains line the horizon. A small campfire dots the center of the plane, the light from its fire glowing.

Scene switches to inside the little camp. By the light of the fire, we see Roran and Eragon sitting on two different logs. Saphira lies on the ground close by. It is quiet at first. Roran is plucking up grass and throwing it in the fire. Eragon is simply staring at it. Suddenly, a vision of Thorn and Murtagh spark within the fire. Eragon looks at it, horrified. He looks away, and the image fades away. It was just a memory.

Roran: So, this Murtagh… he is my cousin. And Morzan is my uncle… of sorts.

Eragon shifts awkwardly on his log.

Eragon: Don’t think of them as our family. They are not related to me.

Roran: Eragon, I’m sorry this was such a shock to you, a terrible shock. But just because they are our kin doesn’t mean that they decide our own course in life. Look at what we’ve already done. You have killed a Shade and I have led an entire village from the north of Alagaesia to the south. And look at what we can still do, what we are going to do. Together, you and I are going to kill the Ra’zac and avenge our father’s death.

Eragon: The same blood still runs through us, no matter our vain attempts to rub it over with good deeds. Our family will always be scarred with the treachery they have done.

Roran: I think your wrong, Eragon. A person is not judged by the fault of their ancestors, but by what they as their own person can give to the world. It’s the way the world works.

Eragon: Maybe your world. You run about leading just a handful of people, while I have to balance all the races of Alagaesia!

Roran: Do you think it was easy? Do you think you could have led several hundred people whose relatives were killed by the Ra’zac at my expense?

Eragon: Well do you think that you could endure all that I have?

Roran: It seems easy enough to me, prancing around with a sword and casting little enchantments like a fairy!

Eragon: If you haven’t noticed, I don’t even have a sword now, since Murtagh took it!

Roran: Oh, the poor Rider’s lost his sword!

Eragon: Well, if you think it’s so easy, then maybe you should have been the Rider.

Roran: Perhaps I should have!

Saphira gives out a small roar.

Saphira: T. Little ones! Hush! Save your energy for tomorrow!

Roran and Eragon look at one another, regretfully.

Roran: She’s right, you know.

Saphira: T. Of course I am!

Roran: We shouldn’t be fighting, especially if we are ever to work together in the fight against the Ra’zac and saving Katrina tomorrow.

Eragon stands up and stretches. He then gazes out at the horizon where sits Helgrind.

Eragon: Yes, and we’d better get some sleep. Tomorrow… we storm all Helgrind.

Scene 2- Assault on Helgrind- 8:00

Scene switches to the camera soaring across the plane in the morning light. Suddenly, Saphira flies into the shot, Eragon and Roran on her back. The camera follows them as they fly over the plane. Suddenly, Helgrind appears on the horizon and the camera pauses on it. Saphira flies off and out of the shot.

Scene switches to a still shot of the mountain. Saphira circles around it and then lands near the altar at the base of the rock. Eragon and Roran get off of Saphira and begin to look around. Eragon rubs his hands along the surface of the stone.

Eragon: Where do you suppose the entrance is?

Roran bends down to examine a long rope lying in dirt. He picks it up off the ground a few inches and then sees that bones and the remains of humans are chained onto it. He frowns and gets back up, dropping the rope back to the ground. That is where the slaves were chained. Now, only their remains remain there.

Roran: I have no idea.

Saphira begins to sniff the rock with her snout.

Saphira: T. There is a horrible smell coming from this place.

Suddenly, she snorts and steps back, trips and falls forward.

Eragon: Saphira!

She falls forward and her head and neck disappear into the rock, the other end of her body still outside.

Roran: What the blazes!

Eragon: Telepathically. Saphira, are you alright?

Saphira: T. Yes, I’m quite fine. But the stench is even worse in here.

Eragon: Telepathically. What is it? What do you see?

Saphira: T. Come see for yourself.

Slowly, she moves forward, until her entire body is lost in the rock. Eragon gives a hesitant glance to Roran, and then walks through the rock himself, Roran following him. Once inside, they look around to find that they are in a massive cave inside the mountain. Saphira stands just a short ways ahead. Roran looks behind them and sees that the entrance where they came in is now the normal cave opening. They can see out of it for miles and miles, even as far as Dras-Leona and Leona Lake in the distance.

Eragon: I should have known the Ra’zac would use magic to hide their passage in and out of the mountain.

Roran: Saphira, look out!

Saphira: T. What?

She turns and a large, dark shadow rams into her and knocks her off her feet. She roars and gets up to see the Lethrblaka scream in her face. She roars once more, and they lunge at one another and begin wrestling around the cave. Eragon looks up to a small opening in the cave above them and points his finger.

Eragon: Roran, there they are!

Roran looks up as well. The Ra’zac enter through the opening, cackling. Roran draws out his bow and an arrow and shoots it at them. One of the Ra’zac reflects it with his arm. The other retrieves a small vial of liquid from within their robe. They hold it out over the cliff they stand on. Eragon sees this and runs for cover.

Eragon: Roran, move away!

Roran moves aside, as the Ra’zac drops the vial. It falls, striking the rocks below where Eragon and Roran stood. It explodes in a large blast, rocks shattering and flying everywhere. The Ra’zac give out a scream and jump off the cliff, landing on their feet on the ground below. Eragon gets up and looks at Roran.

Eragon: Roran, you get one, I get the other!

Roran: Will do!

Eragon runs forward, picks up a large rock, and hurls it at one of the Ra’zac. It hits him in the head, and he turns and lets out a scream at Eragon. The Ra’zac begins to run at Eragon, who runs away. He has no weapon to fight.

In the meantime, Roran draws his sword and runs up to the other Ra’zac, who draws a long and crooked sword from his robe. They begin to fight one another.

Saphira continues to wrestle with the Lethrblaka. She bites at it, as it does to her. She puts her claw out to hold it back and then breathes a blast of blue fire in its face.

Scene switches to the upper part of the cave, where the other Lethrblaka flies out of a large opening and dives at Saphira, who is hurled back by the strike. She roars and gets up. The Lethrblaka begin to circle her. She growls at them. Eragon sees them while he is running from the Ra’zac.

Eragon: Telepathically. Saphira, you can’t hold both of them off at the same time!

Saphira: T. I must try!

One of the Lethrblaka gives a screech and lunges at her. She slashes at it with her claws, while the other attacks from her rear, pinning her to the ground. She throws it off and roars.

Roran continues to fight the Ra’zac with his sword.

Eragon trips on a rock while running from the Ra’zac. He looks up as the creature runs up toward him, preparing to pounce on him.

Eragon: Roran!

Roran looks up, turns back to the Ra’zac he is fighting with, gives it a final blow that knocks it against the wall, though it is not dead, and then throws the sword at the Ra’zac approaching Eragon. It pierces its heart. The Ra’zac lets out a horrible cry, clutches its wound, and then falls to the ground, dead. Eragon stands back up, walks over to the Ra’zac, and draws the sword out from the corpse. He tosses it back to Roran with a nod of thanks. Roran catches the sword and nods back. He turns around, about to fight the other Ra’zac, but it is gone.

Roran: Where’s the other Ra’zac? He was just here! Where did he go?

Eragon: I don’t know, but if I were you, I would search Helgrind for Katrina while there is still peace. You go. I will stay here and help Saphira.

Roran nods and runs off to search for his love. Saphira continues to fight the Lethrblaka.

Saphira: T. I need no help!

She grabs one of the Lethrblaka with her claws, pulls it towards her, and bites down on its neck. With a twist of her snout, there is a horrible cracking noise as she breaks the creature’s neck. She releases it and it falls limp before her feet. She steps up onto it and lets loose a mighty roar. Eragon smiles at the sight. The other Lethrblaka screams with fury and leaps at Saphira, knocking her to the ground. Wrestling with one another, the two massive creatures roll around the floor of the cave before rolling out of the cave altogether. They begin to rolling and running toward the city and lake. Eragon runs to the mouth of the cave to watch them.

Eragon: Telepathically. Saphira!

Saphira: T. Don’t worry about me, Eragon. Help Roran find Katrina and kill the last Ra’zac. I will be fine.

Eragon frowns and then turns back to the cave. Roran emerges carrying a pale, skinny, and shaking Katrina in his arms.

Roran: I found her! She’s still alive, but barely.

Roran sets her on the floor of the cave and Eragon approaches them. Katrina opens her eyes and squints up at Roran. She lifts a hand to his cheek. When she talks, her voice is faint.

Katrina: Roran, you came. You came for me! I knew you would.

Roran: I would never have left you here to die among such monsters.

She smiles, and then her eyes close. Roran looks around and then looks up at Eragon.

Roran: Where is Saphira?

Scene switches to two fishermen sitting in a small boat out on Leona Lake. Suddenly, they look up and see Saphira and the Lethrblaka rolling and wrestling their way on the bank of the lake. The men look at one another fearfully, then grab the oars and try to sail away. But then, Saphira and the Lethrblaka roll right into the water. There is a massive wave that rises up, capsizing the boat and sending the fishermen flying into the lake. The two monsters disappear under the water for a few seconds, and then Saphira comes up to the surface, climbs up on the bank, and shakes herself dry. The Lethrblaka is nowhere to be seen.

Scene 3- The Last Ra’zac- 5:45

Scene switches to Eragon bending over Katrina in the cave, Roran at his side. His hand is out over one of the scars on her arms.

Eragon: Waise heill.

The scar on the palm of his hand glows blue and a string of blue magic connects the two scars. The scar disappears from her skin. Katrina groans a little.

Katrina: Thank you, Eragon. Who knew that you would one day be a Rider?

There is a roar from the outside and they all look up to see Saphira fly back into the cave.

Eragon: Telepathically. What happened? Where is the Lethrblaka?

Saphira: T. His remains lay at the bottom of Leona Lake. He will trouble us no more.

Eragon: Good. Now, Roran, get Katrina up on Saphira, and then get on yourself.

Roran: Where are you to go, then?

Eragon: As long as there is still one Ra’zac in the world, I will not rest. You three shall return to the Varden. I will stay behind here, finish our task, and then have a look around this place. There’s no telling what secrets Galbatorix has given to the Ra’zac that lay rest here.

Eragon walks over and picks up Roran’s sword from the ground. He begins to walk away from them, over to the small entrance to the rest of the mountain.

Roran: But why can’t I stay and help you?

Eragon: You have killed your Ra’zac. The last one is mine to take. There is no need of you to stay behind. Katrina needs rest and treatment. She should be taken to the Varden as quickly as possible.

Roran: But Eragon, you’re not making sense. I could still help you.

Saphira: T. Eragon, what are you doing?

Eragon: I’ve made my decision. This is personal. Now go!

Saphira: T. Eragon, wait! Stop!

She begins to run towards him. He begins to run to the tunnel. He reaches it, just before her snout reaches out for him. She cannot fit into the opening. She pushes against the stone wall and roars down through the tunnel. Eragon turns towards her.

Eragon: I’m sorry, Saphira. I will see you soon.

He turns and walks into the darkness.

Scene switches to Saphira turning away from the cave. She looks down at Roran and Katrina, a sad and gloomy look on her face.

Roran: I’m sorry, Saphira, but Katrina needs the healers at the Varden right now. Could you not fly us there?

Saphira sighs.

Saphira: T. I must.

Scene switches to Saphira walking to the entrance of Helgrind. Roran and Katrina are on her back. They look up at the setting sun. And then Saphira leaps into the sky and begins to fly south.

Scene switches to Eragon in a dark tunnel at Helgrind. Before him, the tunnel, or hall as we see, is lined with many doors, like a prison. Eragon begins to walk down the hall, peering into the little, barred window at the top of each door. At one door, he stops, and opens it, revealing the dead body of Sloan. His eyes have been plucked out and flies fly around his body.

Eragon: Sloan.

Eragon shivers and then closes the door. He turns back to look down the hall and hears a hissing sound. Slowly, he raises his sword.

Eragon: Show yourself, you fowl beast! Fight me!

There is a shuffle in the darkness ahead and the Ra’zac appears from the shadows, clucking and hissing.

Ra’zac #1: Foolish boy! Who are you to rise against the power of Galbatorix? He has more hearts than you do.

Eragon: But I have the heart of the people.

The Ra’zac laughs.

Ra’zac #1: You are more ignorant than I thought. Yet… I have a pact for you.

Eragon: What kind of pact?

Ra’zac #1: Oh, Rider, I am the last of my kind, the last of a race that once terrorized all the other races of the world. I ask you to remember us as that. Remember us as fear.

Eragon: You do not scare me, so why should I remember you as such?

Ra’zac #1: Because… he has almost found the name.

Eragon: Name? Name of what?

Ra’zac #1: I cannot say! The name! The true name!

Eragon: I do not know what you speak of. You must die!

Ra’zac #1: Curse you, boy Rider! Curse you to the sunless worlds. May you die a horrible death, or else leave these lands forever!

With a yell, Eragon slashes his sword out at the Ra’zac, beheading him. He looks down at the corpse, panting with frustration.

Scene switches to Eragon walking through the rock surface over the entrance to Helgrind. It is night. Eragon gazes up at the moon and then looks out over the great plane.

Eragon: I’m coming, now, Saphira.

With a sigh, he begins to run at great speed to the south and the Varden.

Scene 4- Nar Garzhvog- 6:00

Scene switches to Nasuada sitting at a desk in her tent at the Varden camp. She is staring off into space.

Jormundur: Lady Nasuada.

She looks up and sees Jormundur enter her tent.

Nasuada: Yes, Jormundur?

Jormundur: There is an army of Urgals approaching from the east. Their leader seeks your audience.

Nasuada stares back off into space, thinking.

Scene switches to a later scene of the interior of the tent. Nasuada stands behind her desk. King Orrin, Arya, Jormundur, Angela, and Fadawar, a black, warrior, king of his clan, are standing by her. Before them stands a large Kull and a small host of Urgals. They stare at one another, anxiously. With a grunt, the Kull, Nar Garzhvog, steps forward.

Nar Garzhvog: Lady Nightstalker, I am Nar Garzhvog, war chief of my tribe. I speak for my people.

Nasuada: Speak what you have to say then.

Nar Garzhvog: We are a hated race, despised by all for our love of war. It is not easy to be one of us. The winters are frigid, the summer heat is unbearable, and we are growing at such a fast rate that our few regions cannot supply enough food and space for us.

Nasuada: And so this is why you joined Galbatorix, is it not?

Nar Garzhvog nods.

Nar Garzhvog: The King promised us abundant land and harvests with which we could sustain ourselves. And so we fought for him. Now… we see otherwise. The King is a cruel tyrant and he must be punished for the thievery and lies he has spread!

Nar Garzhvog bangs his fist on her desk and everyone jumps.

Nar Garzhvog: That is why we wish to join the Varden and fight against him.

For a few seconds, everyone is silent. King Orrin whispers to Nasuada.

King Orrin: Nasuada, if I were you I would just…

Nasuada: Hush, King Orrin. This does not concern you or the Surdans.

Fadawar: You cannot mean that you will let them join us? After all they have done? After what happened at Farthen Dur? Nasuada… they killed your father.

Nasuada looks away, trying to hold back tears.

Nasuada: Fadawar, my dear cousin, an entire race cannot be punished for the meddling of one being.

Nar Garzhvog: Then you will accept us?

Nasuada looks up at him, her eyes worn and tired.

Nasuada: Yes, Nar Garzhvog. As of this moment, you and your tribe are under the protection of the Varden.

Fadawar: What?! You cannot, Nasuada! You cannot!

King Orrin: You mustn’t! Do you remember all the things they have done, all the lives they have taken? I won’t stand for it! No, ma’am!

Jormundur: My Lady, are you sure about your decision?

There is a mighty roar and all look up to see Saphira’s head poking through the flap of the tent. Roran walks in carrying Katrina.

Nasuada: Saphira! Roran! You’re back! And you have Katrina!

Roran: Yes, but she needs immediate attention.

Nasuada: Yes, yes, of course. Jormundur, take her to the healers.

Jormundur nods and takes Katrina out of the tent. Saphira glances from Nasuada and the others to the Urgals.

Saphira: T. What’s going on?

Angela: Nothing much. Orik has gone back to Farthen Dur to keep peace among the dwarves while they are without a king. Our troops are recovering from the battle. Plans are being made to make a siege of the city of Feinster. And Nasuada has just made a pact with the Urgals. Lovely weather we are having, by the way.

Saphira: T. Nasuada, are you sure about this?

Nasuada looks away.

Nasuada: I… I am sure.

Nasuada begins to glance around the tent.

Nasuada: Where is Eragon?

Roran: At Helgrind, we were able to kill all but one of the Ra’zac. Eragon has stayed behind to finish the task.

Fadawar: You mean we are now Riderless?

Roran: He should be on his way back. That is… unless he is already dead.

Everyone looks away, horrified at the thought. Arya sighs.

Arya: Then I will go and find him.

Suddenly, she runs out of the tent and through the Varden camp to find Eragon.

Nasuada: No, wait, Arya!

Fadawar: Great! We have just joined the Urgals, our Rider could be dead, and our second most powerful person in the Varden has just run off to find him. All we have left is this witch!

He gestures to Angela. She smiles at him.

Angela: Why, thank you!

Nasuada rolls her eyes and rubs her forehead.

Nasuada: Please, leave me for the moment. All of you. I must think.

Slowly, they all depart the tent. Nasuada sits down in her chair and begins to sob. There is a shuffling behind a chair in the corner. A head peeps around it and we see that it is Elva, the cursed child. She has grown a lot more. She comes out and approaches Nasuada, shaking.

Elva: You are in much pain. I can feel it.

Nasuada: Oh, Elva, what am I to do?

Elva: I know not. Right now the only thing I can think of is your pain. Oh, it drives me mad! It took me days to recover after the battle. All that pain, and restraining myself from helping them nearly killed me. I cannot wait till Eragon returns and heals me of this wretched curse.

Nasuada: I thought you liked it the way you were.

Elva: No, not anymore. Not after the battle.

She pauses.

Elva: I will return to my place behind the chair, now. If you wish to speak to me, feel free. I am never busy.

Elva walks away to the chair, leaving Nasuada to sob more into her hands.

Scene 5- Siege on Ceunon- 6:30

Scene switches to a wide shot of the city of Gil’ead at night.

Scene switches to Galbatorix walking across the banquet hall in which Eragon fought Durza while they were saving Arya. Debris from where Saphira plunged through the roof still scatters the floor. Galbatorix lets out a yell of anger and kicks one of the chunks of roof across the room. He turns to face three spell casters, two men and one woman. His dragon, Shruikan, stands to the side.

Galbatorix: First, Durza, then the Twins, and now the RA’ZAC! Every one of my servants has failed me! Even Murtagh could not enslave the wretched Rider! He has evaded them all! I cannot stand this mockery, this humiliation!

Galbatorix turns and walks across the room and out onto a large balcony that faces the north. Across the vast Isenstar Lake looms the forest of Du Weldenvarden on the horizon. The spell casters follow him. Spell caster #1 and #2 are both male. The third spell caster is female.

Spell Caster #1: What do you wish us to do for you, King Galbatorix?

There is silence for a few seconds.

Galbatorix: Do any of you know the art of trapping spirits?

Spell Caster #2: You mean like… creating a Shade?

Spell Caster #3: No, my King. We are but small spell casters. Our knowledge of magic does not extend that far.

Galbatorix: Learn it! Know it! Achieve it! It may prove very useful in the events to come. This war covers a great distance, practically all of Alagaesia. I believe the Varden will strike the three southern cities of Feinster, Belatona, and Dras-Leona, before they finally reach the walls of Uru’baen. In Feinster is where I will position you. In the meantime, we need fuel for our fires and wood for our weapons.

He gazes out at Du Weldenvarden.

Galbatorix: The forest of Du Weldenvarden rests right before us. We will feed it to the Empire!

Scene switches to a small group of lumberjacks at night. They ride up to the edge of the forest of Du Weldenvarden on wagons full of tools. They stop the wagons, get out, and begin to cut down the trees. First one tree falls, then another, and another, and another. The camera rises up from their work and up over the treetops to a wide view of the top of the forest which stretches on for miles and miles.

Scene switches to Islanzadi sitting upon a throne of white in a great hall under the roots of a tree. The roots shake and quiver and the tree gives off a mournful groan. An elf runs through the hall and up to her. He bows and then looks at her.

Elf #1: Oh, fair Queen Islanzadi, men of the Empire are beginning to cut down trees along the border of Du Weldenvarden! The entire forest mourns their fall and fears their own death. What should we do?

Islanzadi looks away, thinking.

Scene switches to Islanzadi approaching the hut of Oromis on the cliff in the Crags of Tel’naeir. The mighty, golden dragon, Glaedr, sits beside the hut watching her. She knocks on the door and then enters. Oromis appears around a corner. They stare at each other for a few seconds, Islanzadi appearing as if she might cry.

Oromis: I sensed you approaching, my Queen, and I know why you are here.

Islanzadi: Oh, my loyal Oromis! I have always come to you for guidance and wisdom, and I seek that from you now. You know of the Empire’s plundering along the edge of the forest, so I will be short. Oromis, for many centuries now, ever so long after my husband passed on, I have been able to keep the elves within our lands safe and away from Galbatorix. And for years he has let us be. But now, I fear that all that is about to change. We cannot let Galbatorix wipe out the whole of Du Weldenvarden to simply keep his furnaces lit.

Oromis: Yes, yes, I agree, Islanzadi. Something must be done.

Islanzadi: And what do you propose we do?

Oromis pauses, thinking.

Oromis: Islanzadi, we hid long enough, and no one knows how to hide better than I. I have kept myself and Glaedr a secret to all but a few for too long. The forest is restless at this new dawning of war. It longs to fight back. And we, the elves, keeper of the forest, must tend to its wishes. We must enter the war.

Scene switches to a shot of the city of Ceunon at night.

Scene switches to soldiers walking along the walls. They gaze up at the forest which looms just a short ways from them. One of them sighs. There is an arrow that suddenly flies out of the forest. It hits one of the soldiers and he falls to the ground dead. The other soldiers run over to him to see to him. Suddenly, more arrows fly out of the forest and hit soldiers. One soldier looks up and then begins to run through the city, yelling.

Empire Soldier #1: The elves! The elves! They’re coming!

Soldiers of the Empire begin to position themselves around the city, preparing to fight back. Suddenly a surge of elves spring out of the trees with a cry and attack the city. Islanzadi rides up to the edge of the forest on a beautiful white horse and looks upon the battle.

Islanzadi: And so it begins.

Scene switches to a multitude of elves leaping from tree to tree in the forest, preparing to storm the city.

Scene 6- Eastcroft- 4:15

Scene switches to various scenes of Eragon running across the plane, some at night and others during the daytime. Finally, in one scene, there is a wide shot of the small village of Eastcroft at night.

Scene switches to Eragon walking through a door and into a bustling pub in the village. Drunken men are everywhere in the dimly lit room. Eragon sits at a table by himself. He stares at everyone around him, wearily. A few soldiers laugh and cut up by the fireplace. A waitress comes by flaunting her stuff.

Waitress: And what can I get you, hun’?

Eragon: Water. I need some water.

She frowns at him suspiciously.

Waitress: Coming right up.

She walks away. Eragon eyes everyone. A few of them stare back at him and whisper to one another. The waitress returns with a mug of water.

Waitress: Here’s your mug of… water.

Eragon: Thank you.

She walks away and just as Eragon is fixing to drink it, he sees a group of big, hefty men around a small table. They are laughing a cutting up. A woman with a hood over her face sits at the table, staring at the floor. Eragon gets up and begins walking over to them.

Eastcroft Villager #1: Come on, sweetheart. Give me a little something.

Eastcroft Villager #2: Give us a little pleasure, would you? We’re old and we don’t get to have as much fun as we used to.

Eastcroft Villager #1: Come on! We ain’t going to hurt you. Come on. Be a sweety.

Eragon parts the crowd a little.

Eragon: Hey, leave this poor woman alone.

The woman looks up at him and we see that under the cloak is Arya. Eragon looks shocked.

Eastcroft Villager #1: Oh yeah? Who are you to tell us we can’t have her?

Eastcroft Villager #2: Yeah! Get your own!

Eragon: Well… uh…. uh…

Arya: He’s my brother.

All the men looked shocked and ashamed.

Arya: I was supposed to meet him here in the village of Eastcroft.

Eragon: Uh… right. And if I were you, I’d be ashamed. Good decent villagers of a nice village like Eastcroft. Bah! Come on… sis’.

She gets up and leads him away.

Scene switches to them entering one of the bedrooms upstairs. Arya locks the door and then throws back her hood and looks at Eragon.

Arya: Where have you been?

Eragon: Well, don’t start accusing me! I just saved you from those big brutes!

Arya: No, not really. I was doing perfectly well on my own until you showed up and nearly blew my cover!

Eragon: Oh, pardon me, your Majesty!

Arya: See! I told you you’d treat me differently if you knew that I was princess of Ellesmera.

Eragon: Oh, just stop it! So you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. I admit it!

Arya: Good. Well, now that we’ve covered the obvious, let’s talk about our plans. We can’t stay here. We’ve caused enough disturbances in this village as it is.

Eragon: True. Leaving here tonight will be our best option. By now I’m sure Galbatorix is aware of the deaths of the Ra’zac. He’ll be sending out soldiers to look for me, no doubt. We need to reach the Varden as soon as possible.

Arya: Very well. We leave tonight.

Scene switches to a nighttime view of the village rooftops. The camera scrolls down until we see Eragon helping Arya down the outside wall. Once she lands on the ground, they look at each other and sigh.

Eragon: I just thought of something.

Arya: And what’s that?

Eragon: What are you doing all the way here?

Arya: Well, I… I… I… I didn’t want you to get lost on the way back.

Eragon grins to himself.

Eragon: So, are you ready to run?

Before replying, she runs on ahead. Eragon watches her, smiles, and then takes off after her, out over the great, dark plane.

Scene 7- The Trial of the Long Knives- 6:00

Scene switches to Nasuada standing in her tent, on the verge of crying. All around her stands a large crowd of people who are yelling at her and each other. Angela, Roran, Saphira, King Orrin, Jormundur, Nar Garzhvog, and Fadawar are among the crowd.

Fadawar: I don’t know what kind of army you are trying to run here, Nasuada, but it isn’t the Varden! Or rather the Varden as it should be!

Jormundur: Nasuada’s decision on having the Urgals join us was a wise and just act. She has united this land and its races far more than any sole person could wish to in a lifetime.

Fadawar: It is not just with the Urgals that my cousin has made costly mistakes. This last battle has left us struggling. It is harder to get food and supplies now than it ever was before. And yet she now makes plans for three sieges in a row. And then on to Uru’baen itself!

Roran: What do you expect of war, Fadawar? Do you expect luxury and service?

King Orrin: True. Everyone has had their share of sacrifices and discomfort. Even I have had things to give up!

Fadawar: But Nasuada is not handling the situation as best it could be.

Jormundur: Then, do you, oh Fadawar, being the great war chief that you are, believe that you are in any more of a position to run the Varden?

Fadawar: Yes, yes, I do! Therefore, I challenge you, Nasuada, to the Trial of the Long Knives!

There are gasps from the crowd and everyone falls silent. Nasuada looks up at Fadawar.

Nasuada: I accept.

Many more gasps escape the crowd. As Nasuada and Fadawar step up to face one another, Angela retrieves a bundle of thick cloth. She unfolds the bundle to reveal two long knives. Nasuada and Fadawar take one each. In the meantime, Saphira turns to King Orrin.

Saphira: T. King Orrin, what exactly is this Trial of the Long Knives?

King Orrin: It is a test of strength and durability. With the knives, they will take turns cutting themselves. After a given amount of time, one of them will give up. The victor will claim not only their own place, but they will take over the other’s as well.

Saphira: T. So you mean, if Nasuada were to win, she will remain leader of the Varden and become leader of Fadawar’s tribe?

King Orrin: Yes. But if she loses…

Saphira: T. Then Fadawar will take over the Varden.

King Orrin nods solemnly. Nasuada glances over at a chair to see Elva peeking out at her. She turns to face Fadawar. He puts the edge of the knife on his arm and then cuts himself slowly, drawing blood. Nasuada cringes at the sight. She lifts the knife to her arm, hesitates, and then slowly slides it across her arm. She grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes closed. When she is done, she gasps for breath. Fadawar smiles, lifts the knife, and cuts himself, not even flinching. Nasuada sighs and does the same. Fadawar frowns and then cuts himself. Nasuada looks at all the people around her, and then cuts herself. This time, she gasps and cries out in pain. Jormundur steps forward, but King Orrin stops him. Fadawar grins and then cuts himself again. This time, he is fast with it and does not flinch. He grins with satisfaction. She nods and then cuts herself twice. The crowd gasps. She pants in pain.

Nasuada: Catch up, Fadawar!

He frowns and then cuts himself twice. She cuts herself again. Everyone’s attention falls on Fadawar. He groans. Shaking, he lifts the knife up to his skin. There, he pauses. Sweat drips from his face. Finally, he drops the knife to the ground and falls on his knees, crying.

Fadawar: There! Take my tribe, Nasuada! Keep the Varden! You are more worthy than I! I have shamed myself.

Nasuada drops the knife and bends down to Fadawar, touching his face.

Nasuada: You may keep your tribe, Fadawar, only as long as I have your word that you will never underestimate me or my decisions again.

Fadawar: You have my promise.

She smiles at him.

Scene 8- A Spirited Event- 5:45

Scene switches to Arya and Eragon sitting around a fire in the middle of the open plane at night. All is silent at first, and then Eragon speaks.

Eragon: Do you think about it much, the time you spent in Gil’ead as a prisoner to Durza? You never talk about it.

Arya: Pain is pain. It needs no other description. What happened there within the walls of that city, I shall never forget, though every day I try. It was painful, Eragon, to keep the secrets of my people and the Varden from them. Many times Durza would torture me to the point of death, only to heal me and begin the torment again.

Eragon: Well, pain may be pain, but it is always better to talk about it rather than keep it locked up inside of you.

Arya: Why do you assume that I have not confided such horrors in someone?

Eragon: Like who?

Arya: What does it matter? Ajihad, my mother, other friends.

Eragon: Perhaps I am wrong, but you do not seem that close to anyone, not even among your own people.

Arya: It was not always so.

There is a slight pause.

Arya: Let us change subjects.

Eragon: Alright. Just before I killed the last Ra’zac, he mentioned to me something about a name… a true name. And I was just wondering if anyone has ever tried to find Galbatorix’s true name, the name by which he can be controlled?

Arya: Galbatorix’s true name is no great secret. Three different elves have discovered it. Yet they all died, for it appears that Galbatorix cast a spell in which anyone who uses his true name will be killed. I doubt that even the king himself knows his true name. And I wouldn’t worry about him or anyone else finding yours. Finding true names is not as easy as you think.

Eragon: Could you guess mine?

Arya: No. Could you mine?

Eragon: No.

For another few moments, they sit in silence. Then they look up, alert.

Arya: We’re being watched. Hurry!

They douse the fire and then hide behind a log. There they wait. And then, over the plane comes a hundred colorful balls that fly swiftly through the air. They make small, giggling sounds as they move and bounce off of one another. Arya smiles and then gets up and walks up to them. Eragon hesitates and then follows her. The balls see them and begin to fly around them in a great whirlwind of color. One, small ball floats out from the cyclone and floats over to Arya, who smiles. The ball continuously changes colors. Arya lifts a finger and touches it gently. It changes to a green color and giggles with joy. Subtle whispers fly everywhere. The ball rejoins the whirlwind and then suddenly, the group darts off and flies away. Eragon points his hand to the logs, his scar glowing.

Eragon: Brisingr.

Blue fire engulfs the logs, starting the fire again.

Eragon: What were those things?

Arya: Those were spirits.

Eragon: Spirits? You mean like the ones…

Arya: Yes, like the ones that were trapped in Durza and other Shades.

Eragon: But they didn’t look anything like the spirits I saw come out of Durza.

Arya: Of course not. These spirits were free. Those that came out of Durza were chained, trapped, and vicious. It is a cruel, cruel thing to bind spirits. They are meant to fly free through the world. When a magician or sorcerer calls upon them and traps them in their soul, they become angry and violent. That is what makes a Shade evil.

Eragon: Just then… I heard whispers. Were they talking? What did they say?

Arya: They wondered who we were. And so I told them. I told them that you were the one who freed the spirits from Durza.

There is a pause in which they stare at each other, smiling.

Scene 9- Reunion- 6:00

Scene switches to Angela and Nasuada in the main tent at the Varden campsite. Angela is tending to the scars on Nasuada’s arms. Suddenly, there is a horn blast and shouts of the return of Eragon and Arya.

Nasuada: Eragon and Arya have returned!

Angela: Do you wish for a long-sleeved dress to cover the scars?

Nasuada: No. Let Eragon see what I have done for the Varden.

Scene switches to Roran walking out of his tent. Saphira sits beside the tent. She lifts her head up.

Roran: It’s Eragon! Eragon’s back!

Saphira: T. Eragon!

She gets up and, with a roar, springs into the sky.

Scene switches to Eragon and Arya walking across the great plain near the Burning Plains. The Varden camp lies in the distance. They stop and look at it, sighing.

Eragon: It’s not home, but I feel like I’ve arrived there.

Saphira: T. Eragon!

Eragon looks up at the sky.

Eragon: Telepathically. Saphira?

There is a roar and Saphira dives down through the clouds. She flies towards them, where she lands and then tackles Eragon, sending him flying off the ground. Arya stands to the side, smiling. Eragon laughs at Saphira’s playfulness and she licks his face.

Saphira: T. You know I should be tearing you to shreds for leaving me at Helgrind. It was a reckless decision… but I’m glad you did it.

Eragon: I missed you, too, Saphira.

They all smile.

Scene switches to Eragon and Arya walking into a large tent. Saphira pokes her head in. Inside, there are three large tables set with a feast where sit Horst, Roran and the other villagers of Carvahall, as well as Nasuada, Nar Garzhvog, Angela, Solembum, King Orrin, Jeod, and other members of the Varden. When they enter, they lift their cups and begin shouting his name. Nasuada stands, her cup raised.

Nasuada: We hope this surprise welcome-back feast pleases you, Eragon, who has not only killed a Shade, but has now helped in finishing off the last of a vile and evil race. To Eragon!

All Others: To Eragon!

Eragon begins to look for an empty seat. As he passes Horst, he stands up and pats Eragon on the back.

Horst: Who would have thought it? Eragon, a Rider! Well done, son. Your Uncle Garrow would be proud.

Eragon: Thank you, Horst. Where’s Elain?

Horst: Oh, she’s in a lot of pain right now. The baby’s due soon, I’d imagine, and she just doesn’t feel the best.

Eragon: Oh, well then give her my best wishes.

Horst: Will do, Eragon.

As Horst sits down, Eragon goes and sits down at a seat between Roran and Angela. Solembum jumps up onto the table beside Angela.

Roran: Congrats on finally killing something. I always knew you’d make a hunter.

Eragon: And how’s Katrina doing?

Roran: Much better, thanks to you, Eragon.

Eragon: Please, she would not be here if you hadn’t insisted on us going.

Roran: Eragon, there is something Katrina and I must ask you. Would you… perhaps… marry us?

Eragon looks shocked.

Eragon: Oh… well… uh… wouldn’t you rather have King Orrin or Nasuada to do it?

Roran: Eragon, Katrina and I have made our decision. We wish for a Rider to do the job. It would mean the world to us.

Eragon: Oh, alright. When?

Roran: Tomorrow evening.

Eragon appears shocked again.

Eragon: Why so soon?

Roran leans in close to whisper.

Roran: Well, you see… we’re going to be parents.

Eragon: You mean…

Roran: Katrina’s pregnant. I’m going to be a father.

Eragon looks shocked at first. And then he begins to laugh. Roran laughs too and they hug.

Eragon: You! A father! I just can’t imagine!

One of the Carvahall villagers pops a bottle of beer, the fizz going everywhere and making everyone laugh. Eragon looks up at Nasuada and sees her arms in bandages. He nudges Angela.

Eragon: Angela, why does Nasuada have bandages on her arms? And why is there a Kull dining with us?

Angela: You have missed much, Eragon. Nasuada has joined forces with the Urgals of Nar Garzhvog. This decision led to the Varden nearly overthrowing her authority. Now she bears the literal scars of her sacrifice.

Eragon stares at Nasuada for a few seconds more. Solembum then gives a small meow. Eragon looks down at him.

Eragon: Telepathically. Oh, Solembum! I haven’t seen you in a while.

Solembum: T. Really? I’d have never guessed! Have you thought anymore on what I told you at Teirm?

Eragon: Telepathically. Yes, and I found the Menoa Tree, but I did not find any weapon under it. And I still have no idea about the Rock at Kuthian…

Solembum: T. Rock OF Kuthian. Goodness, did the elves teach you nothing?

Angela: Eragon, Nasuada wishes to see you early in the morning, before the wedding. We are going to see what we can do about Elva. You remember her, right?

Eragon stares off in to space.

Eragon: Oh, yes. I remember her.

Scene 10- To Undo a Curse- 4:00

Scene switches to a close-up on Elva’s face. She sits in Nasuada’s chair. Before her stand Nasuada, Angela, Arya, Eragon, and the woman who had taken care of her. Saphira’s head is sticking through the flap of the tent.

Eragon: Are you sure you wish to do this, Elva? You could be a great asset to the Varden.

Elva: It will take more than that if you wish to change my mind, Rider. Night and day I suffer the pain of others. Ever since you BLESSED me, I have lived in the darkness, fighting against my existence. You have deprived me of the opportunity to be like other children, something that will never be returned. Do it, now! I have spoken my heart’s true desire.

Everyone gazes at one another in hesitation. Angela nods her head to Eragon. He sighs and approaches the child-monster. The Varden woman reaches out her hand to Eragon.

Varden Woman: Will it hurt, Shadeslayer?

Eragon just stares at the woman, not knowing what to say. She nods in understanding.

Varden Woman: Be brave, plum.

Elva frowns up at her. Eragon approaches Elva and bends down until their faces are but a foot apart. He gulps and reaches out his hand to where her star rests on her forehead. He closes his eyes. His scar glows blue and so does her star. A chain of energy links them together for a short bit, and then disappears. He opens his eyes and stands back. She remains motionless. And then…

Elva: I can still FEEL PAIN!

Eragon: What?!

Her head snaps up as she looks at them, hate in her large eyes.

Elva: I can still feel all of your pains, your worries! But the need to save you is not there.

Eragon: Alright, Elva, give me time to think of another counter spell. I must I have missed something before.

Elva: No, wait!

They all look at her.

Elva: Don’t try again! I don’t want any more spells feeding off of me. Don’t you see! Without the need to save you, I can simply ignore them!

She leaps out of her chair and begins to laugh maniacally.

Elva: Silence! Blessed silence, at last! I may not be normal, but let me keep that which sets me apart! And now… oh, yes! Now, I know all people’s fears! And with that knowledge I will play upon their fears in order to receive what I want! I shall make others suffer as I have!

Varden Woman: Elva, don’t say such things!

Elva: Ah, my nursemaid! Grateful as I am for you care, I find myself in no more need of your assistance. From this moment forward, I will live alone, tend to myself, and be beholden to no one! Good-bye and farewell!

Elva jumps away and out of the tent before anyone can catch her, still screaming and laughing.

Nasuada: After her! We cannot let her escape!

Angela: Now, I will have to spend the next decade trying to teach her manners.

Eragon: No, you can’t. She won’t let you. She’s made up her mind. There’s nothing that we can do.

The Varden woman begins to cry and hugs Angela, who caringly hugs her back.

Varden Woman: My plum! My precious, little plum, come back! Shadeslayer… oh, Shadeslayer… will you look after her? Please!

Eragon looks toward Saphira who nods.

Saphira: T. We must.

Scene 11- Lady Lorana- 4:00

Scene switches to treacherous waves tumbling in the ocean. The camera scrolls up to reveal the city of Feinster on the cliffs of the shore. It is nighttime.

Scene switches to soldiers walking around the city, carrying torches. The camera scrolls up to a window in the wall of the city castle. Inside, a woman sleeps on a large bed. There are shouts outside and clamors that awake her. She sits up in bed, listening. The noise dies down. She sighs. Suddenly, her bedroom door is tossed open. She screams. Empire soldiers burst into the room and surround her. She pulls the sheets up to cover herself. One particular soldier enters and points at her.

Empire Soldier #2: Take her.

Scene switches to the throne room inside the Feinster castle. Several of the castle guards are standing and pacing around. From a side door enters the Empire soldiers dragging the woman with them. The guards pull out their swords, prepared to fight.

Feinster Guard #1: Release her! Release her at once!

There is a sudden spark of light that strikes the guard’s arm. He drops his sword which clangs against the floor. They all look up to see the three spell casters enter the throne room.

Spell Caster #1: Hush! You’ll disturb the public from their sleep.

Feinster Guard #2: No worse than you already have! What business do you have to arrest the governor of Feinster?

Spell Caster #2: You have nothing to fear! Lady Lorana is in good hands.

The male spell caster walks over to Lady Lorana and runs his finger along her cheek. Lady Lorana recoils.

Lady Lorana: Don’t touch me, you freak!

The third spellcaster, the female, walks up to the throne which sits on the dais. She sits down in it and looks around.

Spell Caster #3: Lovely place, Feinster. It’s perfect!

Lady Lorana: What are you talking about? Perfect for what?

Spell Caster #3: Oh, we forgot to tell you? We’re taking the city.

Feinster Guard #1: What gives you the right to do that?

Lady Lorana: Address me, you ole’ witch! I’m the governor.

Spell Caster #3: Galbatorix sent us here with a mission. The Varden are on their way.

Lady Lorana: I say let them come! It’s about time this city see a rebellion! And you can tell his majesty to dig his grave. Word is there’s a new Rider and he’s against the king. Galbatorix has much to fear.

The female spell caster suddenly comes up from the throne and begins shouting.

Spell Caster #3: King Galbatorix would also like to tell you that you are hereby stripped of your title as governor and now prisoner to the Empire.

Several of the Empire soldiers come around Lady Lorana and cuff and chain her. The Feinster guards begin to run at them, but the other two spell casters throw a few jets of magic at them and they fall to the ground dead.

Lady Lorana: You cannot do this! The people of Feinster will not agree to your commands.

Spell Caster #3: What the people don’t know won’t hurt them. When they awake this morning, they won’t ever suspect that the city has been taken right out from under them while they slept. They’ll only think that all of these new commands will come from you. And you’re special, Lady Lorana. You have ways of getting the people on your side. They’ll agree to anything you say. Now, thank you for your time. It’s been wonderful doing business with you.

Lady Lorana screams in protest as the Empire soldiers drag her out of the throne room. The third spell caster purses her lips and then sits back down in the throne, smiling to herself.

Scene 12- A Wedding- 5:15

Scene switches to the sun, rising up over the fields.

Scene switches to Eragon entering a tent. Roran stands there staring into a mirror. He is dressed in beautiful armor, with a long blue cape descending his backside. Eragon is dressed similarly. Roran turns to face Eragon.

Eragon: They are about ready, Roran. All the people have gathered.

Roran: Thank you, cousin. This means a lot to me.

Eragon approaches Roran and pats him on the shoulder.

Eragon: I’m proud of you. And I’m sure Uncle Garrow would be too.

Roran: You mean OUR father.

Tears appear in their eyes and they embrace.

Scene switches to the sun high in the sky. The camera scrolls down to Eragon standing on a small hill. At the base stands Horst and Roran. A crowd of the Varden is gathered behind them, split by a central aisle. Saphira stands behind the hill. She gives a snarl and a small band beside her begins to play. Everyone turns to watch as Katrina appears alongside Elain at the end of the aisle. Elain reaches out and pats Katrina’s pregnant belly. Katrina pats Elain’s. They smile at one another. Katrina is by far the prettiest she has ever been, dressed in a stunning blue dress. They begin to walk down the aisle. Roran turns to Eragon anxiously, and Eragon just winks at him. Doves are released somewhere and they fly up and over the crowd, dropping rose petals. At last, they reach the base of the hill and Roran and Katrina stand beside one another and all gaze up at Eragon. The band stops playing.

Eragon: Welcome, one and all. Today we celebrate the delicate union of the families of Roran and his betrothed Katrina. If there is any objections to why these two should not be married, then speak now or forever hold your peace.

Roran squeezes his eyes shut. When Eragon speaks again, he opens them, relieved.

Eragon: Then let us continue. Who here speaks for Roran?

Horst: I, Horst.

Eragon: And what does Roran bring to this marriage, Horst?

Horst: He brings his name, his hammer, and he brings his promise of a farm in Carvahall and a peaceful life.

Eragon: And who here, speaks for Katrina?

Elain: I, Elain.

Eragon: And does Katrina accept these gifts?

Elain: She does.

Eragon: And what gifts does Katrina bring?

Elain: She brings her love and devotion. She brings her skills at running a household. And she brings her dowry.

A heavy chest is brought up by two men and set beside Elain, who opens the case to reveal a chest of gold and jewels. All gasp at the sight. Eragon glances over at Nasuada who sits in the front row of the crowd. She winks at him.

Eragon: And does Roran accept these gifts.

Horst: Well, he’d be a fool not to.

Everyone laughs.

Eragon: Roran, Katrina, if you will please step forth.

Roran takes Katrina’s hand and they carefully walk up to Eragon. Eragon removes two rings of gold from his pocket and gives one to each of them. They place the rings on each other’s fingers. They gaze up in to each other’s eyes and smile. Eragon puts his hands on theirs.

Eragon: These rings represent your eternal bond with one another. I have made these rings special, Roran and Katrina. I have poured a little bit of magic into their bind. As long as each of you wears the ring, you will always be able to know where the other is in the world, no matter how far away they are.

Roran: Thank you, Eragon.

Eragon: And now, as is my right as a Dragon Rider, I now pronounce you man and wife!

Roran and Katrina embrace and kiss while the crowd erupts with cheers. The band begins to play again. They then turn and hug Eragon, before turning back to the crowd and raising their joined hands.

Roran: Let the feast begin!

Scene 13- Ambush- 6:00

Same scene. There is a roar in the sky, and all look up in fright as Thorn detaches from the clouds. Murtagh rides on his back wielding Zar’roc. The crowd for the wedding begins to scream and scatter. A small Empire army marches slowly across the field toward the camp. Nasuada, Arya, and King Orrin run to meet Katrina, Roran, Elain, Horst, Eragon and Saphira at the top of the hill.

King Orrin: I say! What an untimely interruption!

Nasuada: Arya, take Katrina and Elain to a safe place.

Katrina: No, Roran! Don’t leave me!

Katrina and Roran embrace.

Roran: You must! For the baby!

They gaze into each other’s eyes. Arya comes up behind her and then ushers Katrina and Elain away.

Nasuada: Roran, Horst, it is time for you to show your allegiance in battle once more. And Roran, get your hammer. We might need it again.

Nar Garzhvog runs up to them.

Nar Garzhvog: Lady Nightstalker, I am ready to serve you in battle.

Nasuada: Yes, General Nar Garzhvog. Take your troops and accompany mine out into the field to meet the approaching army.

He grunts and runs away, Roran and Horst behind him.

Nasuada: Eragon, Saphira… you know what to do.

Eragon swings himself up on Saphira, who leaps into the sky. They rise upon the wind and fly toward Murtagh and Thorn. Eragon draws his sword.

Murtagh: Ah, what is that, a little stick? Your sword’s a bit tacky to belong to a Rider.

Saphira sends a flame of fire toward them. Thorn doges it and darts at Saphira.

Scene switches to the ground below. Nar Garzhvog and his Urgals charge at the army. The soldiers let down their spears, bracing for the impact. Suddenly they collide. There are several shots of the Urgals flinging the soldiers around and of the soldiers stabbing the Urgals.

Roran swings his hammer and strikes one in the head. He hits another in the leg, breaking it. He swings it again. The pointed side of the hammer drives into the helmet of a soldier and Roran swings the soldier around and rams him into another one.

Horst swings his sword at several soldiers as he runs through them. He kicks one in the head.

Above, Saphira flies fast, trying to out-fly Thorn, but Thorn is much faster and manages to chomp down on her leg. She roars and falls forward a short distance, then levels herself.

Saphira: T. Thorn… he is bigger and faster than even last we saw him!

The two dragons swerve around each other, letting the Riders talk.

Murtagh: Come, Eragon! Feel the pain I felt from Galbatorix!

Eragon: Wait, Murtagh! Don’t do this! You don’t have to!

Murtagh: I swore, Eragon! I swore an unbreakable oath! He knows my true name! He used it against me and now I am his servant!

The dragons come close together and the Riders clash swords. They fall apart and circle each other again.

Eragon: No, I think I know a way out of your oaths. A way in which Galbatorix will not suspect!

The two stare at one another.

Below, the fighting continues. Roran stabs one in the heart and then turns to stab at another, but then stops, staring at the soldier. It is the same soldier who he just struck in the head, for the soldier’s head had a bloody, hideous dent. The soldier smiled a toothy grin up at him and laughed.

Roran: You… I just killed you!

Empire Soldier #3: You’ll have to do better than that, boy!

Roran flings himself behind the soldier and strikes him in the back. The soldier coughs up blood and staggers back around to face Roran. Blood covers the soldier’s face and he laughs even more.

Roran: What black magic is this?!

Empire Soldier #3: Don’t you see? I can’t feel pain!

Roran swings his hammer and decapitates the soldier, who falls to the ground.

Roran: But you can be killed!

Above, Murtagh stares down at Thorn and then back at Eragon.

Murtagh: What do you mean?

Eragon: A person’s true name is a word or set of words in the Ancient Language that defines something.

Murtagh: I know what a true name is!

Eragon: Well, what if that person changes. What if that person turns from his wicked ways and becomes an honorable man. Would that not change his definition? Would that not change his true name?

Murtagh pauses, thinking. Then he laughs.

Murtagh: Are you telling me to be that which I am not?

Eragon: No, I’m only pleading with you to turn from this path of destruction. Break free from Galbatorix’s imprisonment and fight as a free soldier for the Varden.

Murtagh: I am the son of Morzan! I cannot change my inheritance. And neither can you.

Eragon: Morzan was a traitor, a weasel, and a snake. But you Murtagh… I know you can be different.

Murtagh: Enough of this!

Murtagh raises his hand and jet of red magic shoots at Eragon. Saphira dives down, dodging it and then rises up, ramming into Thorn. The four of them fight and struggle in the air. At one point, Zar’roc cuts through Eragon’s sword and he drops it. It falls to the ground below.

Below, in the chaotic campsite, Arya sees him lose his sword.

Thorn strikes Saphira below the snout with his tail and then kicks her in the head. She goes unconscious and begins to fall.

Eragon: Telepathically. Saphira!

Arya watches this from below.

Arya: Telepathically. Eragon!

She closes her eyes and thinks a spell. A green light flashes and engulfs the screen. Slowly, it fades to black.

Scene 14 Accepting Orders- 6:00

Scene fades in on Eragon laying on a cot in a tent at the Varden camp. He moans and opens his eyes. When he sits up, he finds Arya rummaging through his clothes.

Eragon: Hey, what are you doing?

He tosses the blanket covering him aside and begins to get up, till he realizes he is naked. He gives out a yelp and quickly throws the quilt back over him.

Eragon: What happened? Where are my clothes?

Arya: Well, how’d you expect us to heal you when you had everything covered up? But don’t worry. We didn’t tamper with anything important.

She winks at him, but he gulps with embarrassment.

Eragon: What happened about Murtagh and the battle? I should be dead right now.

Arya: Yes you should. It was a wonder I was able to think of the right spell in time to save you.

Eragon: You saved me?

Arya: Murtagh left soon afterward. They were losing the battle down below you. Apparently, things weren’t working out the way he had planned.

She tosses him a set of clothes.

Arya: Now, get dressed. Nasuada wants to see you in her tent as soon as possible.

She leaves the tent, leaving Eragon to stare after her.

Scene switches to Eragon walking through the camp, fully dressed. He enters Nasuada’s tent and finds her, Roran, Nar Garzhvog, and Saphira’s head peaking through.

Nasuada: Eragon. Come, we have much to discuss.

He approaches them.

Eragon: What is it?

Nasuada: Orik has sent word from Tronjheim. He said they are about to elect a new king. Before, we were fortunate to have a king such as Hrothgar, one who supported the Varden. But as you know, there are some tribes in their realm that despise our cause. They wish to keep to themselves. I need you to travel to Tronjheim and plead our case. Try to influence the other nobles of their court to elect a leader who will fight with us.

Eragon: Great! Me and Saphira will be gone before sunrise tomorrow morning.

Nasuada: That’s just it, Eragon. Saphira will have to stay here.

Eragon’s face turns to shock. He looks over at Saphira.

Saphira: T. It is the safest way, dear one.

Eragon: Is there not another way?

Nasuada: If Galbatorix were to find our camp without a Rider, he would not hesitate to crush us. But if Saphira were to stay here, people would think that you were still here. We could say that you were meditating, deep in thought, and did not want to be disturbed.

Eragon: But…

Nasuada: Nar Garzhvog has agreed to travel with you to the edge of the mountains. Then he will return.

Nar Garzhvog: Do not worry, Sky Lord. I will take good care of you.

Eragon: What about Roran?

Nasuada: I have Roran on another assignment at the moment. He will be fighting under one of my generals.

Roran: I told you, Lady Nasuada, I am well capable of being over my own self. Assign people under me.

Nasuada: Please, Roran. I know that you are a brave and strong man and I am often reminded of your services to Carvahall, but when you joined the Varden, you joined under me. Perhaps when you prove yourself I might think about your offer.

Roran sighs and takes a step back.

Nasuada: Now I want you to take today to prepare for your journey to the Beor Mountains. I expect you to keep your eagerness and be gone by sunrise.

Eragon: I will agree to go only on one condition.

Nasuada eyes him warily.

Nasuada: Yes?

Eragon: I will take the quest only if once a king has been chosen, Saphira flies to Tronjheim for the coronation and then we both depart for Ellesmera for a short time in order to finish our training from the elves.

Nasuada pauses, thinking.

Nasuada: You drive a hard bargain, Shadeslayer. But, yes, I also believe it a good idea to complete your training from the elves before we begin our march to Uru’baen.

Eragon nods in appreciation.

Nasuada: Good luck to all of you.

Scene switches to Eragon exiting the tent. Saphira appears from around the side. He stops to look up at her.

Eragon: This will be the longest time I’ve been away from you.

Saphira: T. I know. I wish there was some other way, too. But you left me at Helgrind. It is the least I could repay you.

Eragon smiles at her wit. Then he reaches out and hugs her snout.

Eragon: I am going to miss you.

Saphira: T. And I will miss you. I will be anxiously waiting the day you call for me.

Camera scrolls up from them to the sky, which changes from daylight to nighttime during the scroll. The camera continues to scroll back down to a particular tent in the campsite. Roran stands in the opening of the tent, gazing out at the stars. He has no shirt on, obviously dressed for bed. Inside he hears a soft sound and turns to find Katrina in their cot looking up at him.

Katrina: Roran, come to bed. You need your rest.

Roran goes and sits beside her on the bed and she rubs his back and shoulders.

Roran: I can’t sleep.

Katrina: Roran you put too many burdens on yourself.

Roran: And I still don’t feel like I’m being responsible. I don’t understand why Nasuada doesn’t approve of me.

Katrina: Perhaps she worries that you are more powerful than her. She is intimidated by the way you take lead.

Roran: Perhaps you’re right. Katrina… I’ve been thinking. After the battle yesterday, I’ve realized that this isn’t as safe a place as what I thought it to be. I’ve been considering sending you off to live in Surda someplace safe.

Katrina: No, no, no, Roran. You know I would never leave you.

Roran: And that’s what worries me. Katrina, a war camp is not the best place to have a baby.

Katrina: We can deal with it. I can deal with it. Don’t worry. Everything will work out.

He sighs.

Katrina: When do you leave out?

Roran: Tomorrow. There are some caravans of the Empire that pass by on a regular basis several miles northwest of here. We are going to try and stop one.

Katrina: I wish you didn’t have to go. Things are so much better when you are around.

Roran: I know.

He bends down and softly kisses her on the lips, and then on her rounding stomach.

Roran: Goodnight, my love.

Katrina: Goodnight, my prince.

Scene 15- “Doom to You, Argetlam!”- 8:30

Scene switches to the sun rising in the sky the next morning.

Scene switches to Eragon standing in the campsite gazing out at the sun. Saphira approaches. They look at each other for a second and then embrace, silhouettes against the sunlight.

Scene switches to a large group of Varden soldiers preparing to leave camp. Roran is saddling up his horse. Someone taps his shoulder and he turns to find Katrina holding his helmet. She offers it to him and he takes it from her. He puts it on his head. They stare into each other’s eyes and then embrace and kiss.

Scene switches to Eragon approaching the edge of the campsite. He turns back to look at all of it. Nar Garzhvog approaches and gives Eragon a grunt. They both look out to the horizon and then begin running.

Scene switches to Roran riding away on his horse with the rest of the small army. Several people are gathered to watch them depart. Katrina tries to squeeze through the crowd, but she cannot see him. She runs away, desperately.

Scene switches to Saphira, galloping wildly through the camp.

Scene switches to Katrina’s feet as she run through the campsite.

Scene switches to Saphira’s feet as she runs through the campsite.

Scene switches to the both of them topping the hill Katrina and Roran were married on. Saphira searches to the east and Katrina looks to the west. Eragon and Nar Garzhvog can be seen as two tiny dots against the ground and Roran can be seen riding away with the rest of them. Eragon turns back as he runs and looks at Saphira. Roran turns back in his saddle to look at Katrina. Saphira gives a sorrowful growl as she turns to walk back down the hill.

Saphira: T. They will return, dear one. One day our men will call for us again.

Saphira leaves, leaving Katrina staring out at Roran and the army. A single tear passes down her cheek. She clutches her pregnant stomach.

Scene switches to Eragon and Nar Garzhvog running over fields and valleys.

Scene switches to them running by a small lake.

Scene switches to them running through forests. When they exit the forest, the Beor Mountains loom over them.

Scene switches to them running around the base of a mountain.

Scene switches to them running through a valley, mountains all around them.

Scene switches to them running through a very narrow valley, the one leading to the Varden.

Scene switches to them walking around the small lake to the waterfall. Suddenly, dwarves appear from behind nearby rocks carrying spears, which they hold up to the two runners. They especially eye Nar Garzhvog.

Dwarf #1: Name yourselves, travelers!

Eragon: I am Eragon Shadeslayer and this is Nar Garzhvog.

Nar Garzhvog: Put up your puny sticks, dwarves!

The dwarves hesitantly lower their weapons.

Dwarf #2: We apologize, Argetlam. We did not recognize your ELF ears! We weren’t expecting your arrival this soon.

Eragon: That is fine.

Nar Garzhvog: Young Rider, this is where I leave you, now. I believe that you are safe.

He eyes the dwarves warily, and they eye him back.

Eragon: Yes, thank you, Nar Garzhvog. May you not meet any trouble on your way back.

The Kull gives a grunt and then bounds back into the narrow valley. Eragon turns back to the two dwarves.

Eragon: I have come to see Orik.

Scene switches to the three of them walking down a dim underground hall. At last, they emerge into the open inside hollow of Farthen Dur. As Eragon looks around at the familiar surroundings, Orik approaches them, dressed in fine clothes and a group of servants and maids walking behind him.

Orik: Eragon!

Eragon: Orik! It’s wonderful to see you again.

They embrace.

Scene switches to Eragon and Orik walking down one of the four great halls in the center mound of Tronjheim. Eragon is looking around at the place.

Eragon: Nothing much seems to have changed since we left this place.

Orik: So it would seem physically, but the morality of my people has… well, somewhat dwindled. I fear… an uprising.

Eragon: Of what kind?

Orik: Shhh!

They pass another dwarf in the hall, one just as richly dressed as Orik.

Orik: How goes, Vermund?

The dwarf, presumably Vermund, frowns but shakes Orik’s hand.

Vermund: Fine, Orik. And who might this be?

Orik: This is Eragon Shadeslayer, the new Rider. Eragon, this is Vermund. He is the leader of the Az Sweldn rak Anhuin dwarf clan.

Eragon: It’s an honor to meet you.

Eragon offers out his hand to Vermund who eyes it but makes no motion to shake it.

Vermund: Pleasure, I’m sure.

Eragon takes back his hand, somewhat offended.

Orik: Well, I’ll see you tomorrow at the election.

Vermund: Perhaps.

He gives them somewhat of a wicked smile and then continues walking past them. When he is out of earshot, Eragon and Orik continue walking to the center.

Orik: Whispering. The Az Sweldn rak Anhuin clan is one of the most untrustworthy and vile clans in our realm. He is the uprising I fear. He wants the throne for himself so that he can smite out the Dragon Riders for good. That monster!

They enter the central chamber where several dwarves are busy readying the Isidar Mithrim to be welded back together. They raise the large chunks of gem up and fit them into place on large platforms.

Orik: Now, as you can see, the Star Sapphire is being prepared for when Saphira fulfills her promise and welds the rock back together again, hopefully before the coronation.

He smiles up at Eragon and they begin to walk around the construction site. Suddenly, several cloaked dwarves appear from around the columns going up the sides of the cylindrical chamber. They fire arrows down at Orik and Eragon.

Orik: We’re under attack!

He pushes Eragon out of the way as the rain of arrows falls down on them. Orik yells at some of the nearby working dwarves carrying bows and arrows.

Orik: Shoot them! Shoot them down!

The dwarves grab their bows and arrows, aim, and release them upon the cloaked assassin dwarves. Some of them fall from the balconies high above and land dead on the floor. Others just stagger when hit. Some of the working dwarves get hit with arrows too and fall to the floor. An assassin dwarf on the bottom floor sneaks up behind Eragon and Orik and prepares to shoot, but another dwarf sees him and shoots him in the arm, making him drop his weapon. They all run over to the fallen assassin dwarf. Orik removes his veil and sees the mark of the Az Sweldn rak Anhuin painted on the dwarf’s cheeks.

Orik: That is the seal of the Az Sweldn rak Anhuin! Vermund is behind this attempted assassination!

When the dwarf sees Eragon peering over him, he laughs and spits up at him.

Dwarf #3: Doom to you, Argetlam!

Orik: Silence, you beast!

Orik kicks him in his wounded arm and the dwarf howls in pain.

Orik: Take him away!

Two dwarves come and pick up the assassin and carry him away to be locked up. Orik begins to usher Eragon away and out of the chamber.

Orik: Come, Eragon. This place is no longer safe.

Eragon: Where is anymore?

Scene 16- The Convoy- 6:45

Scene switches to a convoy of the Empire settled out for the night across a horizon of twilight. Soldiers of the camp eat their supper and walk among the tents and wagons. A river flows on the opposite side of them. Hidden among the brushes surrounding the river are the Varden, Roran among them. He goes and crouches beside his general, Martland, and the army spell caster, Carn.

Martland: How go things, Roran? What have your eyes perceived?

Roran: There is a cliff of sorts just a very short ways from here, General Martland. If we can corner them between the river and the cliff, then we could take them easily.

Martland: I don’t know if we have enough men to surround them in such a manner. We need the majority of them to strike from the road so they won’t try to run.

Roran: But we could do it. If you were to attack from all angles, the soldiers wouldn’t know what to do or where to go. It would confuse them.

Martland: Roran, you don’t know war. You may know strategy, but you don’t know fate. It would be mere chance if they didn’t try and run. Just leave this to my command.

Roran sighs and looks very mad and rejected.

Martland: Carn, have you come up with a trick to distract them?

Carn: Yes, sir. And I am ready whenever.

Martland: The others will be waiting for your signal, so go ahead when ready.

Carn: Right, and remember not to look.

Carn lifts his hands to the sky, closes his eyes, and mutters a spell in the Ancient Language. Suddenly, a monstrously bright light flashes in the sky, blinding all the Empire soldiers who look up to see what it is.

Martland: Now!

Martland, Roran, Carn, and the rest of the Varden stand up and charge into the camp with yells and screams, shielding their eyes from the light so as to see clearly.

Roran swings hammer at the soldiers, who fumble around for their weapons. He strikes one and then another and then another.

Martland runs in among the soldiers yelling. He slices at one with his sword, and then takes a spear that was stuck in the ground and throws it at another.

Scenes of other Varden and Empire soldiers fighting come and go. Horses run among the violence. Empire soldiers run for the wagons and gather weapons.

Carn stabs a soldier in the chest and then turns and shoots a jet of magic at a wagon of explosives. It blows up, lighting up the night sky even more.

Roran fights with one soldier, who keeps blocking his hammer with a sword. Finally, Roran strikes him on the head, breaking his neck. The soldier acts like he is falling, but then picks himself back up and strikes out again at Roran, who blocks the blow and then strikes the soldier again in the head. He falls dead.

Some of the Empire soldiers manage to hook up the horses to the wagons and begin driving off from the camp.

Roran runs up to Martland.

Roran: What are you doing? You’re letting them escape!

Martland: Don’t whine to me, Roran! I can’t help it!

Roran: But you could have had you gone with my plan!

Martland: Shut up, boy! Do what I tell you to do!

Martland runs off into the fight, but Roran stares after him with anger in his face. Carn runs up to Roran.

Carn: Roran, we’ve got to do something! I can’t hold the light over the camp any longer. It’s draining too much of my energy.

Roran looks around desperately. He then runs up to several soldiers one-at-a-time and begins to give them orders.

Roran: Follow me! Help me! Come with me! Get a horse! Let’s go! We’ve got to hurry!

They all manage to get on horses and then charge off after the escaped wagons. They pass Martland as they ride away and he yells at them.

Martland: Roran! Wait! Stop, you idiot! Blast you!

Roran and his group ride swiftly over rolling, rocky landscape. Roran points with his finger for the others behind him to move to his left and ride on past him, off the trail. He continues riding on the road until he shortly catches up with the wagons. The Empire soldiers see him and one of them stands up in the back of the wagon, aiming an arrow at Roran. Their wagon hits a bump, however, and he topples off the wagon. Suddenly, the rest of Roran’s group appears from a small forest left of the trail, forcing the Empire wagons to stop and back up. There is a very high and steep cliff to the right of the road and the wagons are forced to back up to that. The Varden draw their swords, preparing to fight the last few soldiers on the wagons. The wagons continue to back up and one of the wheels slips off the cliff. The wagon slips back and the horses and soldiers are carried down with it. Roran tries to reach out and grab them, but they are gone, fallen below the cliff. Roran stares in horror at the cliff and then begins to ride back to the camp.

Scene switches back to the convoy camp. Martland and the other Varden have won the fight. Many of the Empire soldiers lie on the ground or in the bank of the river waters. They are still alive, but only just. Martland bends down over one who lies in the river.

Martland: You soldiers are hard to kill. What is your secret?

The Empire soldier laughs up in Martland’s face.

Empire Soldier #4: Galbatorix… he can work miracles. He makes it so we feel no pain. We fight longer than normal men.

The soldier spits up blood. Martland frowns, and then takes a knife and stabs the soldier in the heart. The soldier’s expression dazes off as he dies. Martland stands back up and looks around at the other soldiers.

Martland: Put them out of their misery.

The Varden soldiers nod, take knives from their belts, and begin slitting the Empire soldier’s necks. Roran and his group ride up on their horses. They climb down off of them and begin to examine the remains of the fight. Martland and Roran meet eye contact.

Roran: I did my best, but we still lost the wagon.

Martland: Figures.

Martland walks off, leaving the other soldiers to stare at Roran. The tensions between Roran and Martland are obvious.

Scene 17- Dwarf Politics- 10:15

Scene switches to a bird’s eye view of a massive, round table. At the table sit the thirteen dwarves that represent the dwarven clans. Orik and Vermund are among them. For several seconds the dwarves glare at one another, obviously anxious to decide a new king. Eragon and many other dwarves sit in chairs along the wall of the circular chamber. At long last, both Orik and Vermund stand up at the same time; they are across from one another. They both begin to speak at the same time and then stop, glaring at each other.

Vermund: Since when do you believe you have the right to preside over this court, Orik? Ever since our beloved Hrothgar has died, you have already been acting as if you were king! Have you forgotten that our votes count just as equally?

Orik: My dear Vermund, I do not think that your vote is as strong as it once was.

Vermund glares hatefully at Orik.

Vermund: What are you playing upon?

Orik snaps his fingers. Two dwarves posted at the hefty doors of the chamber open them while two other guards lead the Az Sweldn rak Anhuin assassin into the room. Vermund and the assassin’s eyes meet.

Vermund: What is this?

Orik walks over to the assassin. Eragon sit up.

Orik: Noble dwarves and dwarf-women of the court, I have grave news about one of our clans. Yesterday… one of them attacked our new Rider.

There are a few small gasps and some of them stare at Eragon, who shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

Orik: They tried to kill him and myself, fortunately to no avail!

Orik removes a dagger from his cloak. Several of the dwarves gasp.

Vermund: Aha! It was Orik! You know we are not supposed to bring weapons into the court!

Before Vermund can continue, Orik drives to knife into the wood of the table. When he removes his fingers from around the hilt, all can see that it bears the marking of the Az Sweldn rak Anhuin. There are even more gasps and everyone looks up at Vermund, whose face has gone red.

Vermund: Now, now… don’t make such hasty conclusions! You don’t even know if it’s really from my clan! He could have painted it on there himself!

Orik: There is no need to lie, Vermund. Your friend here told us everything during last night’s interrogation.

Vermund looks up at the assassin again.

Orik: We have all the evidence we need. Therefore, Vermund, I hereby banish you from the court, strip you of your title, and remove your clan from our realm. You are all a disgrace to us.

Vermund looks anxiously around the room. Several of the dwarves are nodding their heads in approval.

Vermund: You can’t do this, Orik! You think it’s that easy?!

Vermund leaps onto the table, draws a small sword from his cloak, and begins to run across it toward Eragon. Guards posted around the room quickly draw arrows back while others run and tackle him. Eragon is scared to death. They force Vermund to his feet and begin to take him out of the chamber. Vermund turns his head toward Eragon.

Vermund: This isn’t over, Rider! This has just begun!

The doors close behind them as they leave. Orik gives a sigh and sits back down at his seat.

Orik: Now… let us vote on our king.

Iorunn: Or queen.

Orik glares at her and then smiles.

Orik: Or queen.

The room seems to tense. Eragon leans forward anxiously.

Orik: We will begin with Hadfala placing her vote for Durgrimst Ebardac and then proceed around the table. Hadfala…

Hadfala stands up and gazes around at the dwarves.

Hadfala: On behalf of my clan, I vote for Grimstborith Orik as our new king.

Hadfala sits down. Eragon puts up one finger on his right hand. Galdhiem stands.

Galdhiem: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Feldunost, I, Galdhiem, vote for Grimstborith Nado as our new king.

As Galdhiem sits down, Nado is seen looking around with a serious face and stroking his beard. Orik stares at Nado. Eragon sighs and puts up one finger on his left hand. Manndrath stands.

Manndrath: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Ledwonnu, I, Manndrath, vote for Grimstborith Orik as our new king.

Manndrath sits down and Eragon breathes out a sigh of relief, putting up a second finger on his right hand. Gannel stands.

Gannel: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Quan, I, Gannel, vote for Grimstborith Nado as our new king.

As Gannel sits, Orik stares away, disappointed. Eragon puts up a second finger on his left hand. Undin, same as in Eldest, stands.

Undin: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Ragni Hefthyn, I, Undin, vote for Grimstborith Nado as our new king.

Eragon rolls his eyes and puts up a third finger on his left hand. Nado is seen chuckling to himself. Thordris stands.

Thordris: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Nagra, I, Thordris, vote for Grimstborith Orik as our new king.

Thordris sits and Eragon puts up a third finger on his right hand. Nado stands.

Nado: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Knurlcarathn, I vote for myself as the new king. And if you’ll have me, I will rid our realm of these outsiders! I will use our gold and wealth to protect our own kind and not the necks of elves, humans, and Urgals!

Nado gives a nod and sits down. Orik lets out a grunt and Eragon puts up a fourth finger on his left hand. Freowin stands.

Freowin: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Gedthrall, I, Freowin, vote for Grimstborith Nado as our new king.

Orik suddenly stands up.

Orik: Preposterous! You promised me my vote! And I… well…

All the dwarves are staring up at him surprised. Orik grumbles a few unheard curses and then sits back down. Freowin sits down and Eragon puts up his last finger on his left hand.

Eragon: Telepathically to himself. I’m running out of fingers! This better end good.

Havard stands.

Havard: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Fanghur, I, Havard, vote for Grimstborith Orik as our new king.

Eragon puts up a fourth finger on his right hand. Havard sits down and Orik stands.

Orik: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Ingeitum, I vote for myself as our new king. If you will have me, then I promise you wealth, gold, and prosperity, as well as the freedom to live above ground without the fear of Galbatorix.

Orik sits down and Eragon puts up a fifth finger on his right hand. Eragon looks at both of his five-fingered hands.

Eragon: Telepathically to himself. Five to five and only two more to go.

Hreidamar stands.

Hreidamar: On behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Urzhad, I, Hreidamar, vote for Grimstborith Orik as our new king.

Hreidamar sits. Orik looks around anxiously. Nado stares at Orik, once again stroking his beard. Eragon simply drops his hands.

Eragon: Telepathically to himself. Six to five. One more and we have it. If not, it will go to another round in which someone will be eliminated.

Iorunn stands.

Iorunn: It seems it falls to me to decide the outcome of today’s clan-meet. I suppose the true issue is whether or not to continue to aid the Varden in their war, and if Galbatorix is to emerge triumphant, then not even we in the Beor Mountains will be protected from his wrath. Therefore, if our race is to survive, then we must see to it that Galbatorix is overthrown. Hiding any longer will only make matters worse. When the chronicles of this age are written, shall they say that the dwarves fought alongside humans and the elves, or that we sat cowering in our halls till death knocked upon our doors? I, for one, know my answer. Therefore, on behalf of my clan, Durgrimst Vrenshrrgn, I place my vote with Grimstborith… Orik as our new king!

Orik smiles at Iorunn who smiles back.

Iorunn: My king!

Everyone in the room stands up, and all bow to Orik.

Everyone: Long live King Orik!

Eragon looks up from his bow. Orik smiles at him. Eragon smiles back.

Scene switches to the courtroom again, only a little later. Everyone stands around talking or moving in and out of the room. Orik approaches Eragon. They embrace.

Orik: Thank you, Eragon.

Eragon: What have I done?

Orik: You have brought hope to my people. Now, I believe there is something you must attend to. After all, we have much to do to prepare for the coronation.

Orik claps his hands. There is a chirp from up above and a bird flies down from somewhere in the ceiling and comes to rest on Eragon’s hand.

Orik: You know what to do from here.

At first, Eragon looks at him puzzled. But then his face turns into a smile and he whispers something to the little bird. The bird chirps and then takes off into the air. It darts out the door, down the hall, through the central chamber where dwarves are still working on the Isidar Mithrim. The bird flies up and out of the large hole at the top of the chamber and into the sky, where clouds cover the view of the camera and the bird is lost.

Scene 18- A Hasty Return- 3:30

Same scene. Suddenly, the clouds disappeared and Saphira flies from behind the camera to the front, the camera following her as she flies through the sky. Below her, the Varden camp stretches itself out. The sun shines brightly in the sky and from her height she sees far, far into the distance. She hums to herself and closes her eyes, basking in the light. A horn from the camp interrupts her peace and she quickly spirals down to the camp.

Scene switches to inside Nasuada’s tent in the campsite. Many maids and guards move in and out of the flaps. Nasuada stands at her desk over a map of Alagaesia. King Orrin, Arya, and Jormundur are by her side. Saphira pokes her head through a flap in the tent and the others look up at her.

Nasuada: Ah, Saphira!

Saphira: T. You called, Lady Nasuada?

Nasuada: Yes, I had nearly forgotten! This place has become a bit hysteric now that we are in the process of moving camp in order to lay siege on Feinster.

Saphira: T. Then what is it you wanted?

Nasuada smiles at her.

Nasuada: He has summoned you, Saphira!

Saphira’s eyes open wide in excitement. She begins rocking back and forth on her feet anxiously.

Saphira: T. He did?! How do you know?

Nasuada: A little bird told me.

Saphira laughs.

Saphira: T. Oh, he is one to work in mysterious ways!

King Orrin: And he brought good tidings, as well. Orik has been elected their new king!

Saphira: T. Oh! When shall I leave?

Arya: Whenever you feel like it, dragon mistress.

Saphira lets out a small roar of eagerness.

Saphira: I… I shall go now, then! Not a moment to lose!

Saphira turns to leave.

Nasuada: Wait, Saphira!

Saphira turns back to her.

Nasuada: I will agree to keep what I told you and Eragon. After the coronation, you and Eragon must fly to Ellesmera, complete your training from the elves, and then hurry back for the siege on Feinster. We are only a week or more away from the battle, and we must have our Dragon Rider and his dragon there for backup.

Saphira: T. Yes, yes, I understand! I will hurry then, at once!

Saphira withdraws her head from the tent.

Arya: Send the elves my blessings!

Scene switches to Saphira bounding through the campsite, roaring with pride. Suddenly, she leaps into the air and roars. She flies east toward the Beor Mountains. As she passes over the campsite, Katrina is seen hugging Roran, for him and his unit of soldiers have just returned. Saphira soars out and into the distance. She gives another long roar. It echoes over the landscape.

Scene switches to wide, open valleys, and the roar still echoes.

Scene switches to a rushing river, and the roar still echoes.

Scene switches to the mountains, and the roar still echoes.

Scene switches to Eragon, Orik, and his new guard walking in the hollow mountain of Farthen Dur. They hear a roar and all look up to see Saphira flying down through the hole in the top of the volcano. Eragon smiles big when he sees her and he begins running out through the mossy fields. At last, she lands hard. He stumbles, but her tail catches him and they embrace. Orik is seen smiling.

Eragon: Telepathically. I missed you sorely, Saphira! It was even harder the second time!

Saphira: T. I know just as well as you, dear one. I missed you, too.

They look at each other, smiling. Finally, Eragon tugs at Saphira’s leg.

Eragon: Come, I would like to introduce you to King Orik!

She laughs.

Saphira: T. I would like that very much.

Eragon smiles at her.

Scene 19- The Whipping Post- 7:15

Scene switches to Varden soldiers riding on horses through the camp at night. It is raining. Several of the people gaze out to see what the commotion is. The riders stop in front of Roran and Katrina’s tent. The soldiers enter the tent. Martland rides up on a white stallion, smirking with pride. The soldiers exit the tent, dragging a wrestling Roran with them. Katrina runs after them, screaming and crying.

Roran: Let go of me! What’s the matter with you?!

Katrina: Let him go, you monsters! Stop, stop! Please, stop!

Some of the soldiers take a large wooden pole and hammer it into the soft ground. They jerk Roran up to the pole and tie his hands to it. Jormundur steps out from among the ranks and unwraps a scroll and begins to call out.

Jormundur: The soldier Roran “Stronghammer” Garrowson is hereby charged with insubordination against his superior commander, General Martland, for refusing to follow direct orders and for the wrong misuse of three other soldiers of the unit. The punishment: fifty lashes.

Katrina: NO!

Katrina cries and screams even more. She runs to Roran and hugs him.

Katrina: No, no! I won’t let them! No, stop!

Two soldiers come up and drag Katrina away. Another few soldiers take the back of Roran’s shirt and rip it open, revealing his bare back. Roran holds still, grinding his teeth. Martland gets down off of his horse. Jormundur continues to call out.

Jormundur: Signed, Nasuada. Leader of the Varden.

Roran and Katrina look up at him in horror. Jormundur turns the scroll around and they see Nasuada’s signature at the bottom of the rain-stained scroll. Katrina sees a soldier hand Martland a long whip. He smiles triumphantly. Katrina screams and runs back inside the tent where she hides her head in the sheets of their cot.

Martland: No one disobeys me, boy!

He raises the whip. Roran grinds his teeth. Martland brings down the whip on Roran’s back. He clenches his fists and cries out. Katrina screams. She hears another zip of the whip and screams and cries even more. There is thunder and lightning in the heavens.

Scene switches to a small meadow, surrounded by a forest. A layer of mist covers a small pool of water. On a nearby log, a cloaked and hooded man sits gazing at the stars. We cannot see his face. Suddenly, there is the sound of a stick snapping in the forest and then the sound of a tree falling echoes throughout the woods. The cloaked man stands up. Slowly, from the mist between the tree trunks emerges Shruikan, Galbatorix on his back. Galbatorix climbs off his back. There is a roar from somewhere above and then Thorn appears from over the treetops and lands in the meadow. Murtagh climbs off the red dragon’s back. Galbatorix and Murtagh approach one another.

Galbatorix: I am glad that you were able to come tonight, Murtagh.

Murtagh: I did not know if I could find this hidden place. I had to stop and ask directions from a frog once.

Murtagh smiles, but Galbatorix frowns at his humor. Murtagh glances over at the cloaked man.

Murtagh: And who is tonight’s guest?

Galbatorix gestures his hand friendly toward the cloaked man.

Galbatorix: This is Tenga, a hermit who resides in an old elven tower just south of Helgrind. He is a remarkable spell caster and a worthy scholar. I met him while on my latest visit to Dras-Leona. Enlighten us, dear Tenga, of the studies you partake of.

Tenga grunts and shifts. We now see that he is an old man with a long, white beard.

Tenga: Your words flatter me, but your voice is still wavering.

Galbatorix eyes him warily.

Tenga: I search for the answer! The key to an unopened door! The secret of the trees and the plants! Fire, heat, lightning, light! Those who know the question fear to know the answer! Like savages upon this earth we have lived. I shall end that!

Murtagh: And what exactly do you search for, master hermit.

Tenga looks over Murtagh and Murtagh shifts uncomfortably.

Tenga: You search to the same question, but for a different answer. I figured that you would have known the question. Who else but a fellow pilgrim can appreciate what we must sacrifice to find the answer?

Murtagh: The answer to what?

Tenga: To the question we choose!

Murtagh: What mad man have you brought before me, Galbatorix?

Galbatorix: Tenga, stop these foolish riddles!

Tenga: Riddles? Bah!

Tenga slowly approaches the pool of water. He casts out his hand and the mist flies out and away, revealing the still, black water below.

Tenga: I, Galbatorix, have the power of observation, and I see that a similar question as my own burns in your heart. I cannot tell you what that question is nor how you may find the answer, but I can tell you of this that I have seen.

The water in the pool ripples and then a colorful image appears upon the shimmering surface. Murtagh and Galbatorix gaze down into the water at the image. In the vision, the city of Gil’ead lies in ruin. A magnificent beam of golden light flies back and forth over it as if it has conquered the city.

Murtagh: That’s the city of Gil’ead!

Tenga: Aye, it is. And that above it is a golden flame.

Galbatorix: What does this vision mean? What is the flame?

Tenga: I know not, but in my dreams it came from the northern forests and has been flying over the city ever since.

Murtagh: The northern forests? Does that mean Du Weldenvarden?

Galbatorix: The elves?! Out of my way!

Galbatorix shoves Tenga to the side, and the image fails. Galbatorix raises his hand and a new image ripples and appears in the water. An army of elves marches out from the forest and toward Gil’ead.

Galbatorix: So they believe they can take Gil’ead, do they? We shall see about that. Murtagh! You and Thorn are to fly to Gil’ead, ready for battle. And find out what this golden flame means.

Murtagh: Yes, my King.

Galbatorix gazes back into the water, which ripples and changes images again. This time it is of the city of Feinster. Then it changes again to inside a large chamber in the castle at Feinster. The three spell casters seen with Galbatorix earlier are standing around another human who lies curled up on the ground. Galbatorix smiles.

Galbatorix: The Varden will continue their march toward Feinster, where my loyal spell casters will be waiting with a little surprise.

The image in the water changes to a shot of Eragon smiling.

Galbatorix: He and his dragon shall die sooner than they think.

Scene 20- Apologies and Forgiveness- 2:30

Scene switches to Katrina in her tent wringing a rag over a bucket of water. She turns and begins dabbing it over the scars that lie on Roran’s back. He is lying on his belly on his cot. Nasuada enters the tent. At first, they all just look at one another, Roran and Katrina still mad at Nasuada for ordering the punishment on Roran.

Nasuada: I must ask for your forgiveness. Both of you. It was a selfish thing to do, but I found it necessary…

Katrina stands up and begins to smack Nasuada, but her hand stops just before it strikes Nasuada’s cheek. Katrina lowers her hand, tears in her eyes.

Katrina: How could you?

Nasuada: The Council of Elders said that I needed an example, someone and something that would ultimately prove to the Varden that I am a strong leader and will not be dealt with lightly.

Katrina: Was the Trial of the Long Knives not enough to prove that?

Nasuada: It was for most of my people, but not all. If we are ever to succeed, we must be united. All of us. So, when Martland came to me with his complaint, I… Like I said before, it was awfully selfish, and I beg for your forgiveness.

Katrina begins to speak, but then Roran interrupts.

Roran: I forgive you, Nasuada.

They look at him.

Nasuada: You do?

Roran pushes himself up into a sitting position on the edge of the cot. Seeing the pain on his face, Katrina goes over to help and comfort him.

Roran: Yes. It was necessary, and I am honored to be your example.

Nasuada: That is another reason why I chose you, Roran. You are a strong man, even stronger than we give you credit for. I would be honored to have a general like you among my ranks.

Roran’s face lights up with surprise.

Roran: You mean…?

Nasuada: Yes. I am promoting you to the position of general.

Roran smiles and chuckles with pride while Katrina’s mouth hangs open.

Nasuada: I expect to see you up and well very soon, General Roran. We are approaching Feinster and I would hate to see you ill. Farewell.

Nasuada leaves the tent and begins to walk away. Katrina follows her.

Katrina: Nasuada, wait!

Nasuada stops and turns to her. They smile at each other and then embrace.

Katrina: Thank you.

Nasuada: You have a good husband, Katrina. Serve him well.

They smile at each other. Nasuada turns and walks away. We see Jormundur glaring at her suspiciously from a few yards away.

Scene 21- King Orik- 5:45

Scene switches to dwarves beating on drums at a slow and steady pace. The setting is the central hall of Tronjheim. Hundreds of dwarves are gathered all along the balconies and the floor. In the very center is the Isidar Mithrim, attached to ropes that will raise the gem up to where it will fit in the ceiling. Eragon and Saphira stand on the floor near an empty throne on a dais. Suddenly, trumpets join the drums and all look toward one of the four exits of the chamber. A long line of servant dwarves carrying gold, jewels, and fine linens proceed through the chamber and up to the throne, where they set their gifts at its base. Flowers begin to fall from the highest balconies and flutter down the chamber. Then Orik enters, dressed in brilliant colors and wondrous jewelry. As he passes Eragon and Saphira, he winks at them and they smile back. He goes to stand before his throne, gazing out at the people. The dwarf, Gannel, comes out from the crowd to stand at the base of Orik’s dais. He unfurls a scroll and begins to read.

Gannel: By order of Durgrimst Ingeitum, Ragni Hefthyn, Ebardac, Quan, Feldunost, Nagra, Vrenshrrgn, Ledwonnu, Gedthrall, Fanghur, Knurlcarathn, and Urzhadn, the dwarf, Orik, son of Thrifk, is to ascend the throne and reign on high as king over the dwarves, under Guntera, king of the gods, and his queen, Kilf. May the gods pour their blessings upon him.

Undin approaches and bows before Orik, lifting a golden scepter above his head.

Gannel: This is the golden scepter of Korgan, first king of the dwarves. With it, he poured honor, glory, and wealth into this land and his people. Take up the scepter, Orik.

Orik nods, reaches out and takes the scepter from Undin. Next, Undin presents to him a beautiful ring made of the same gem as the Isidar Mithrim.

Gannel: This is the ring of Durok Ornthrond, crafter of the Isidar Mithrim. The stone is a small piece of the actual Star Sapphire that sits here on this very floor. Bear it well, Orik, and know that wherever you go in Alagaesia, you will always take a part of the glory of Tronjheim with you.

Undin slips the ring onto Orik’s finger, then stands up and steps back with Gannel. When Orik sits down in the throne, everyone in the chamber bows. Orik beams brightly. Gannel looks up at Saphira and motions for her.

Gannel: Saphira.

Saphira nods and then steps forth toward the Star Sapphire. Everyone looks up to see what will happen. The ropes that are hooked to the giant gem soon begin to pull it upward to the gaping hole in the ceiling. The sun’s rays shine brightly along the edges. Slowly, it is lifted up through the chamber. Saphira gracefully follows it up into the air. When it is at last fit into the hole, Saphira takes in a deep breath and then blows a constant blue flame at it, welding it together. All the dwarves look in awe at the spectacle. Blue flames flare and spark of the surface of the gem, fusing it together. At last Saphira ends the flame and flies back down to the ground. At first, all is silent. Then the sun reaches its peak in the sky, causing the gem to shine and sparkle brilliantly. Everyone cheers with wonder and amazement. The gem has even changed colors, but it is now more spectacular and beautiful than ever before. Rays of color bathe Orik, who is now king, and he grins in the light. Suddenly, the crowd starts chanting.

Dwarves: Long live King Orik! Long live King Orik! Long live King Orik!

Eragon cheers and claps his hands. Orik smiles down at him. Scene fades into next.

Scene 22- Flight to Ellesmera- 3:45

Scene fades in on Eragon entering Orik’s new study. It is a large room, cluttered with books, quills, candles, and paintings. Orik sits at his large desk, looking over some very important documents.

Eragon: Good evening, King Orik.

Orik: Now, now, we shall have none of that Eragon. To my people, I am a king, but to a Rider, I am still a puny dwarf.

Eragon: Then you are the king of even punier dwarves.

They laugh.

Eragon: So what important business have you been up to?

Orik: Ah, Nasuada would be proud of me. I am gathering our army together. Weapons will soon be forged. Shields will soon be plated. The final touches will soon be put upon our war chariots. This place is going to be a war manufacturing site. And then, we will leave this place.

Orik gazes off in thought and then looks at Eragon.

Orik: And what are you up to?

Eragon: I’ve just come to say that I believe my work here is done, or at least for the moment. Saphira and I will be leaving for Ellesmera in the morning.

Orik: Oh… so soon?

Eragon: I’m afraid so. Nasuada will want me and Saphira back for when they strike Feinster. We have just a few days to finish our training with Oromis, not to mention the time we would have to consider when traveling.

Orik: So then I guess this is good-bye… for now.

Orik stands up and embraces Eragon.

Orik: Thank you for all that you have done, Eragon.

Eragon: I did nothing to get you on the throne but sit there.

Orik: And I honestly think that that is what won it for me. You just don’t realize how influencing even your mere presence is when it comes to politics. You are a stunning person and an amazing Rider at that. You are certainly more than what we had hoped for.

Eragon: No, no…

Orik: Eragon… don’t doubt yourself for one minute. You do what you must do. You go to Ellesmera. You learn all that you can from Oromis. And you believe in yourself and your followers, for we will be there, not in front of you, not behind you, but right there by your side.

They look at each other.

Orik: Farewell, Eragon Shadeslayer.

Eragon: Farewell, Orik, king of the dwarves.

Eragon begins to walk out of the study, but he pauses to look back at Orik, who has already sat down at his desk and begun work. Eragon smiles and then walks away.

Scene switches to the sun rising over the mountains that next morning. A small shadow of a dragon passes over the sun.

Scene switches to Saphira and Eragon flying out over the mountains and into the far reaches of Alagaesia.

Saphira: T. Don’t worry, little one. We shall see him again.

Scene switches to Saphira flying over lakes, streams, fields, and forests.

Scene switches to Eragon and Saphira walking through Ellesmera. All is quiet. Nothing stirs.

Eragon: There is no singing.

Saphira: T. I hear only the laments of the trees.

Eragon: Telepathically. I pray that Oromis has not left. There is a burning question in my heart, one that he will know.

Saphira looks down at him.

Scene 23- A Father’s Legacy- 6:45

Scene switches to them flying over the Crags of Tel’naeir. The sun is sinking in the sky. On the cliff where Oromis’s house sits, sits Oromis and Glaedr. Saphira lands near the hut and Eragon slides off. The two Riders approach each other.

Oromis: Greetings, Eragon Shadeslayer. It has been many weeks since last I saw you and Saphira.

Eragon: Greetings to you as well, Master Oromis. And yes, many things have happened since we were last in Ellesmera. Tell me, where have the elves gone to? Why do you seem to be the only one still here?

Oromis: I am not the only one here, as you assumed. There are still many that stayed behind when the elves went off to war.

Eragon: To war?

Oromis: Indeed. Islanzadi is leading our army in an attack on the city of Gil’ead as we speak. We have already captured Ceunon.

Eragon: Why have you stayed behind?

Oromis: You forget, Eragon. Glaedr and I are crippled. We are useless.

Eragon: But still… wouldn’t they need a Rider in battle if they are ever to stand a chance against Murtagh or Galbatorix, should they appear.

Oromis: Murtagh? Ah, yes, the new Rider. Or so I have heard. He wasted no time in taking up his father’s legacy.

Eragon: Nor did I, apparently.

Oromis looks at him, warily.

Oromis: What do you mean?

Eragon: When were you planning on telling me? Just before Galbatorix crushed me altogether? You knew! I know you did! Why did you keep my father’s identity a secret from me?

Oromis: He thought it would be the best for you not to know. I swore that I would not tell you, but let him tell you when you seemed ready.

Eragon: What? How can you be telling me this? Since when did you even listen to him, let alone swear oaths to him? He’s a traitor, a monster, and a brute! And even if he is my father, I’m glad that Brom killed him! The world is better off without Morzan!

Oromis looks at Eragon, confused.

Oromis: What are you talking about?

Eragon: Morzan! He’s my father! I’m his child! And Murtagh is my brother!

Oromis just looks at him for a few seconds. And then he begins to laugh.

Eragon: Why are you laughing? It’s not funny! This is serious! Stop it! Stop it right now!

Oromis laughs.

Oromis: Peace! Peace, Shadeslayer! You have nothing to dread! Come inside my hut, and we shall talk about this over a cup of tea.

Scene switches to Oromis pouring some hot tea into a cup. They are sitting inside his hut. Glaedr and Saphira’s heads are poking through some windows. He places the cup in front of Eragon, who stares at it. Oromis sits at the table, directly across from Eragon and sips his tea nonchalantly. Eragon grows impatient.

Eragon: Well?

Oromis: Patience, Eragon. Now, where to begin?

Oromis leans forward.

Oromis: Murtagh is not your full-blooded brother. He is just your half-brother.

Eragon: What? Wait! If he’s just my half brother, then… Oromis… who is my father?

Glaedr: T. Can you think of no one? Look deep into your heart, Eragon. He is the one who you have wished it to be all along.

Eragon: You mean… my father… is Brom?

Saphira: T. Indeed, it is.

Eragon whirls around to her.

Eragon: You mean… you knew! And you never told me!

Saphira: T. Oh Eragon, I wanted to tell you. It pained me to see how Murtagh’s words tormented you. I tried. I tried so many times, but like Oromis and Glaedr, I too swore in the Ancient Language.

Eragon: When did he tell you?

Saphira: T. During that few days after being ambushed at Yazuac. You were still knocked out from using magic for the first time.

Oromis: Brom loved you, Eragon. I hope you know that. He did extraordinary things for you.

Eragon looks up at him.

Eragon: Tell me all that you know.

Oromis: I will. As you know, both Brom and Morzan were my apprentices. I cannot begin to describe the love they had for one another. Like brothers they were, inseparable. But each of them had different opinions. It was only when Morzan joined Galbatorix and killed Brom’s dragon, the first Saphira, that Brom realized his true nature. It was then that he swore to destroy Morzan and all that he stood for. But from there, the story jumps to just twenty some odd years ago when the Varden began receiving reports that a servant of Morzan known as the Black Hand was helping the Empire.

Eragon: My mother.

Oromis nods.

Oromis: Your mother was a beautiful woman and a talented spell caster. She easily evaded all setups by the Varden. It was for this reason that Brom set out to kill her. He wanted Morzan to suffer. He disguised himself as a humble gardener and remained stationed at Morzan’s castle for three years without ever being detected. It was there that he met your mother. By then, she had already given birth to Murtagh. Slowly, their relationship grew. They saw each other every time Morzan was sent on one of his missions. Selena admitted to Brom who she truly was, but he was far too in love to do her damage. It was among this time, I believe, that Jeod, the merchant from Teirm that you have met, found evidence of a secret tunnel that led into Galbatorix’s castle. The Varden sent Brom and Jeod into his castle, where he killed Morzan. They only managed to make it out with one of the three last eggs.

Saphira: T. And I’m glad of it.

Oromis: But, they soon lost it. Brom had to spend seven months in search for it before they finally located the egg in Gil’ead. But… he also left your mother pregnant with you. She returned to her hometown of Carvahall and gave birth to you there so that you be raised by your uncle and aunt. She could not have another son fall to the hands of the Empire. Anyways, Brom found the egg in Gil’ead and returned it to the Varden. It was sometime soon after that he got word that your mother had fallen deathly ill and died at Morzan’s castle. Knowing that you were in Carvahall, he disappeared from all the Varden and Empire to take on the role of a hearty storyteller in the little. And I believe that you can pick up the story from there. All in all, he may not have been the father you wished him to be, but he gave you as great an inheritance as any son has ever had.

Eragon: Brom was more than that to me. I see that now.

Tears appear in his eyes.

Scene 24- Inheritance- 3:15

Same scene.

Saphira: T. Perhaps now would be a good time to mention that Brom left you a little something.

Eragon looks up at her, hope in his eyes.

Eragon: What is it?

Saphira: T. A memory, preserved by magic in my mind. Brom intended you see it one day. But it is not the Brom you knew, such as Brom, the Rider. It is Brom… the father.

Oromis: Are you sure that you’re ready to see it, Eragon?

Eragon hesitates.

Eragon: Yes, I am sure.

Saphira: T. Very well.

Saphira closes her eyes and Eragon closes his. Scene fades away into blackness. It then fades in on a hazy vision of Brom sitting on a fallen log in a forest. He is gazing up at the sun which shines overhead.

Brom: Ever does the sun trace its path from horizon to horizon, and ever does the moon follow, and ever do the days roll past without a care for the lives they grind.

Brom looks at the audience, as if he were looking at Saphira on that day many months ago.

Brom: But there is always an end. If you are watching this, Eragon, then my end has come and I am dead and you know that I am your father. Ah, I don’t have half the time that I wish I had to explain all this to you. I am proud to know you as my son, and I want you to know that I love you more than all of Alagaesia put together. It has been a pleasure for me to see you grow up in Carvahall. Yes, yes, I was there, watching over you even from your first days in this world. How I wished for all these years that I could reveal to you who I was! My son… what a greatness it is to finally speak those words. Hate me if you wish, Eragon, but my mind was set. But take heed what advice I give you now. Know that one day you will have to face Galbatorix. There’s no doubt of that. And that old tyrant may be mad and therefore unpredictable, but he knows what he does. You cannot defeat him by magic or strength, not yet, at least. But, if you use your brain, I believe that you and Saphira will have a chance. You are stronger than you realize, far wiser than you know. What was once your life is now your legend. Now, it is up to you to decide how that legend will end, for all things must end at some point. Whatever end that is, I hope you will silence him at last. I wish you a happy and fruitful life with Saphira. Never take her for granted! You do not realize just how precious she is until she is gone. All I can do is teach you now while I am still alive. The rest is up to you. My son, know that I love you and so did your mother. May the stars watch over you, Eragon Bromsson.

Scene fades out into blackness.

Scene 25- The Heart of Hearts- 4:00

Scene fades in on Eragon sitting at Oromis’s table in his hut. Oromis is busy washing the dishes in a bucket of water. It is night outside. Glaedr and Saphira’s heads are still poked in through windows.

Eragon: After today, I feel that I barely know myself.

Oromis: I can imagine.

Oromis walks over and sits at the table.

Oromis: Now, your time here is limited, and we still have many matters to discuss. Shall I guess which subject you would like to address next, or will you tell me?

Eragon: When Saphira and I faced Murtagh on the Burning Plains, he seemed so much stronger than I did. Even his dragon, Thorn, was much more mature than Saphira, even though he’s the younger one. How is that possible?

Oromis: It is not my place to tell you this.

Eragon: Then whose is it?

Glaedr: T. It is mine. The source of Galbatorix’s power lies in the hearts of dragons. Without our aid, he would have fallen long ago.

Eragon: I don’t understand. There are only four dragons and an egg left in the entire world.

Glaedr: T. Many of the dragons whose bodies were slain are still alive today.

Eragon: Impossible!

Glaedr: T. Not quite. Unlike most beasts of the wild, a dragon’s consciousness does not reside solely within our skulls. There is in our chests a hard, gemlike object, similar in composition to our scales, called the Eldunari, which means “the heart of hearts”. For most of a dragon’s life, it remains clear and lusterless, but if we wish, we can transfer our consciousness into the heart of hearts. Then they will acquire the same color as our scales. If a dragon has done this, the Eldunari will outlast the decay of the body’s flesh. Otherwise, it will rot away with the corpse. Also, a dragon may disgorge their heart of hearts while still alive. By this method, a dragon’s body and consciousness can exist separately, yet still be linked. You can still communicate even from far distances. But to do this is a dangerous move, for whoever holds our Eldunari holds also our very soul in their hands. It is the most vulnerable state for a dragon. When destroying the Riders and their dragons, Galbatorix made sure to steal the heart of hearts from every dragon he could. Now he has hundreds, if not thousands of Eldunari in his collection, all of which he draws immense and unmatched power from.

Eragon turns to Saphira.

Eragon: Did you know of this?

Saphira: T. I have always felt my heart of hearts within me, but never felt the need to mention it to you. Have I ever bothered to ask if you had a stomach or a liver? It is simply a part of who I am as a dragon. But now I see it has more meaning.

Eragon: If a dragon who has transferred their consciousness into their Eldunari and whose body is already dead wishes to exist no more, then can they remove themselves from their heart of hearts?

Oromis: Not unless they can convince someone to smash their Eldunari. But who would destroy something of such great power?

Glaedr: T. The secret of the Eldunari is perhaps the most important and dangerous secret that the Riders have ever known. Do not speak of it to just anyone, no matter how much you trust them.

Eragon: And we won’t. We promise you that.

Oromis: The hour is late. Your quarters in Ellesmera are still as they were, waiting for your return. You may rest there for the night. We will continue our conversation tomorrow.

Saphira removes her head from the window and Eragon begins walking out the door.

Eragon: You have given us much to think about, Master Oromis and Master Glaedr. Thank you.

Eragon walks out into the night, closing the door behind him. Oromis gazes down at the table in thought.

Scene 26- The Shadow of War- 4:30

Scene switches to the outside of Morzan’s castle. It is built on the side of a mountain. Night lies over the world, or perhaps it is just Galbatorix’s forbidding shadow.

Scene switches to inside the throne room of the castle. A wall of lava cascades down one side of the chamber and gathers in a small lake of the scorching liquid. Three stalagmites rise from the floor to form a throne. A massive table sits in the center showing a map of all Alagaesia. Tokens and pieces which represent different armies are stationed at different points around the map. Galbatorix peers over the table. He circles it, looking. Murtagh enters the chamber, armed and ready for battle. He runs his hands along a stalagmite.

Murtagh: It has been many moons since last I step foot in my father’s castle.

Galbatorix remains silent.

Murtagh: I am off to Gil’ead, my lord.

Galbatorix looks at the city of Gil’ead on the map. Several green tokens representing the elves surround the city, while black tokens one by one dissolve into thin air by magic inside the city. There is a black light that flashes across the screen.

Scene switches to the city of Gil’ead. It is burning. Soldiers of the Empire fight against the elves of the forests throughout the city. Islanzadi appears in the vision. She is looking over the city. Fire falls from the sky, striking the buildings.

Galbatorix: Telepathically. Gil’ead. The city shall fall. The elves who have for so long kept silent are now unleashing their full strength. My men were not prepared for this. They are all doomed.

There is a flash of black light.

Scene switches to Galbatorix in the throne room. He holds in his hands a golden army token that looks like the sun. After rolling it through his fingers for a few seconds, he looks back at the map. There is a flash of black light.

Scene switches back to the vision of Gil’ead. There are several more fighting scenes.

Galbatorix: Telepathically. Above all, I fear this golden flame. Though it has not yet revealed itself, it is only a matter of time. Murtagh will see to it, but he is still a boy. I cannot fully trust him yet. So falls Gil’ead.

There is a flash of black light.

Scene switches back to the throne room of Morzan’s castle. Galbatorix is eyeing Murtagh. He walks over to him and places his hands around Murtagh’s head.

Galbatorix: Do not fail me!

Murtagh: This time, I will not let my emotions stand in the way of my duty. You have nothing to fear.

Galbatorix drops his hands. He walks back to the map, looking at the city of Feinster. Purple tokens representing the Varden move closer to the city. Black tokens arm themselves in the city. There is a black flash.

Scene switches to a vision of Feinster. The Varden are arming themselves, preparing for the siege. Nasuada walks among them and looks out over the field at the city of Feinster. Fadawar comes up beside her and nods to her. She nods back.

Scene switches to inside the city. Empire soldiers are running here and there, sounding alarms and arming themselves. Women and children are ushered into buildings. Fires are lit. On a balcony of the main castle stand the three spell casters looking over the city. They see the Varden army in the distance.

Galbatorix: Telepathically. I have all to fear. It seems that no matter how I try, the Varden always slip past my grip. I have lost too many good followers to their cause. I fear my own extinction. The three spell casters may be prepared and ready, but they are nothing compared to the Ra’zac or Durza. I do not know if they can handle a siege such as that of Feinster.

There is a flash of black.

Scene switches back to Galbatorix. He clutches his head and closes his eyes as if in pain.

Murtagh: My kings… are you alright?

Galbatorix: I… I feel… old. The effects of war age me. My eyes are looking in all directions at once… and the strain burns. We must have a victory! If not I fear we will pass away altogether.

Galbatorix breathes deeply.

Murtagh: My king?

Galbatorix: Go, Murtagh. Fulfill your duties.

Murtagh: I will.

Murtagh turns and leaves the room. Galbatorix looks out over the map again.

Galbatorix: Telepathically. See what you make of this.

With a yell, Galbatorix flings his hands out over the map, his scar glowing. There is thunder and lightning and a flash of black.

Scene switches to outside views of Alagaesia. Dark, black storm clouds roll swiftly over the countryside.

Scene switches to the city of Gil’ead. Islanzadi is watching the battle. Suddenly, the wind picks up and the sky grows dark. Everyone looks up to see the dark clouds rolling out over the city in the shape of Galbatorix’s hand. Islanzadi gaps in horror.

Islanzadi: Oh, Oromis…

Scene switches to the city of Feinster. The dark clouds roll out from the mountains and over the city in the shape of a hand. There are several cries from the Varden soldiers. The three spell casters simply smile at one another. It begins to rain. Nasuada looks up at the sky, raining pouring down upon her.

Nasuada: Hurry, Eragon.

There is one last shot of the clouded hand passing over them.

Scene 27- Brightsteel- 6:30

Scene switches Eragon and Saphira walking down a path in the forest near Ellesmera. They turn and walk through a doorway in the trunk of a tree and into a courtyard. Rhunon works on a stone table in the center making chain mail. She looks up at them as they enter.

Rhunon: Not dead yet, I see, Shadeslayer.

Eragon: Greetings to you too, Rhunon.

Rhunon: And this must be your dragon.

Eragon: Yes, this is Saphira.

Rhunon: It is an honor to meet you, fine dragon.

Saphira hums.

Rhunon: And my, what beautiful scales you have! To make a sword of that color would be the most stunning sword of all that I have made.

Eragon: That is why I have come to you tonight, Rhunon.

Rhunon: Oh, yes, I heard of the fate of Zar’roc. How strange it is that it should return to the hands of its master! And before you ask, the answer is “no”! I told you I swore never to make another instrument of death. Too many that I have made have ended up stuck in the corpse of another Rider.

Eragon: But no other sword is fitting for me! How am I ever to face Galbatorix if I don’t even have a proper sword?

Rhunon: Sounds like a personal problem!

Eragon: But it’s your problem too! If I were to die in battle, then there would be nothing to stop Galbatorix from rampaging through these forests and kill all he finds.

Saphira: T. Dear Rhunon, is there no way that you could somehow bypass the oath you made and forge another sword?

Rhunon: Even if I could, noble Saphira, I do not have the metal nor the time to make a sword as I once did.

Eragon: What metal do you need? We can find it! And we can use magic to shorten the time!

Rhunon: The metal I need comes from a mineral I stumbled along long ago while walking through the forest. It fell from a meteorite and glowed hot with power. And when I forged a sword with it, I found that the metal included special properties. I called it brightsteel. I found more of this brightsteel scattered around the forest and eventually had enough to make each Rider a sword. However, I have searched and searched all of Du Weldenvarden for some more of it, but have never found any.

Eragon: Is there any way, then? Any at all?

Rhunon: I’ll tell you what. You find me some brightsteel and I’ll see what I can do about making you a sword. But I wouldn’t get your hopes up if I were you. You will never find any.

She chuckles to herself.

Eragon: I will find it!

He turns and leaves, Saphira following him. Rhunon stops laughing and watches them leave.

Scene switches to a hazy flashback of Solembum in Teirm.

Solembum: T. Listen closely and I will tell you two things. When the time comes and you need a weapon, look under the roots of the Menoa Tree. Then, when all seems lost and your power is insufficient, go to the rock of Kuthian and speak your name to open the Vault of Souls.

Scene switches back to the present. In the open meadow where the Menoa Tree stands, Saphira lands. Eragon quickly slides off her back and runs up to the tree.

Eragon: Come on! Let’s waste no time!

Saphira: T. Eragon, are you sure of this?

Eragon: Yes, nearly positive.

Eragon stops near the base of the mighty tree and looks up at it. It seems to be breathing.

Eragon: Telepathically. Here goes. Just like Oromis taught me.

He puts out his hand, his scar glowing, and closes his eyes. Scene fades away to blackness. A large, but faded green circle expands and shrinks in tune with the breathing of the tree.

Eragon: Telepathically. Please, listen to me, Menoa Tree, tree of life. I need your help. The forest is in danger and our world is at war. The werecat, Solembum, told me that you have a weapon under you. We need it. Please, give it to us, O great tree.

Scene switches back to Eragon in front of the Menoa Tree. He drops his hand and looks up at the tree. Nothing happens.

Eragon: Nothing happened! Why did nothing happen? It didn’t respond or anything!

Saphira: T. Forget this groveling! I’m a dragon, and I will not be ignored by a tree!

Eragon: Saphira, wait!

With a roar, Saphira leaps up to the tree and begins ripping the bark of it. She releases a burst of blue fire on it, roaring and growling.

Saphira: T. Come out and speak to us! We know that the spirit of Linnea resides in you! Come and face us!

Eragon runs up to her and tries to pull her off.

Eragon: Stop it, Saphira! Please!

Saphira: T. I’ll stop when she answers us!

Scene switches to the black with the green circle. The beat of heart sounds quickly and the green circle expands boldly.

Scene switches back to Saphira and Eragon. They stop and look at each other.

Scene switches again to the black with the green circle. The beat of heart sounds quickly and the green circle expands boldly.

Scene switches back to Saphira and Eragon.

Eragon: What’s happening?

Scene switches again to the black with the green circle. The beat of heart sounds quickly and the green circle expands boldly.

Scene switches back to Saphira and Eragon. Suddenly, several large roots break out from the earth and entangle Saphira and Eragon, raising them off their feet several yards off the ground. They struggle and yell, but cannot free themselves.

Scene switches again to the black with the green circle. As the tree talks, the green circle expands and shrinks boldly. The voice is of an old woman’s.

Menoa Tree: T. Who dares to disturb my peace? Who dares to bite me and burn me? Name yourselves so I will know who I kill.

Scene switches back to Eragon and Saphira.

Eragon: Telepathically. Please, don’t kill us! You hold the last free Rider and his dragon, the only ones who can defeat Galbatorix.

Saphira: T. Please, elf-tree. We need the weapon under your roots.

Menoa Tree: T. There is no weapon.

Eragon: Telepathically. Please, we believe that the werecat meant brightsteel.

There is a pause.

Menoa Tree: T. The werecat knew whereof he spoke.

There is a grinding sound underneath them and they look to see roots pushing the dirt up. On the little mound of dirt that forms sits a little lump of brightsteel, shining brightly.

Menoa Tree: T. I do not forgive you, Rider and dragon, but I will set you free if you give me what I desire.

Eragon: Telepathically. We will give it!

The roots around them loosen and they fall to the ground. The tree shrinks back and stays still.

Menoa Tree: T. Go…

Eragon and Saphira get up and stare at the tree. Eragon slowly walks over and grabs the lump of brightsteel. He backs away from the tree and then turns to Saphira.

Eragon: T. She never told us what she wanted.

Saphira: T. You were right. I should not have attacked her. If Galbatorix does not kill us first, then I fear that we will live to regret this.

Scene 28- The Forging of “Fire”- 3:30

Scene switches to Rhunon working in her courtyard. She looks up to see Eragon and Saphira entering. Eragon holds up the brightsteel.

Eragon: Is this what you were looking for?

Rhunon’s eyes go wide.

Rhunon: Mother of the king!

Scene switches to Eragon and Saphira standing to the side in Rhunon’s courtyard. She busily hurries about, preparing everything for the forging of Eragon’s new sword.

Rhunon: We must hurry! There’s not much time!

Eragon: How exactly are you going to forge my sword if you have sworn oaths not to?

Rhunon: I am not going to make it, Rider. You are going to craft it.

Eragon: Me? But how?

Rhunon: I may be better with my hands than magic, but that does not mean that I am weak in that area. I believe that if we join minds through magic, then I will be able to use your hands well enough. Understand?

Eragon: Uh… I think. Will it work, though?

Rhunon ignores him. She turns to Saphira.

Rhunon: Saphira, we will need your fire. Normally, I have a furnace that I run for several hours in order to get it hot enough, but we do not have the time.

Saphira: T. I will supply all the fire you need.

Rhunon: Good. Alright, now let’s join minds.

Rhunon closes her eyes and puts out her hand. Eragon hesitates, then closes his eyes and grasps her hand, his scar glowing. It seems that little particles of magic flow in a chain between them for a few seconds. When Eragon opens his eyes, he has Rhunon’s old, elf eyes. When he speaks, it is a combination of his and her voice.

Eragon: Telepathically. Let us begin.

Scene switches to Eragon taking the lump of brightsteel and placing it on an anvil. Saphira bends over it and breathes a jet of blue flame.

Scene switches to Eragon pounding the lump into the shape of a sword with a hammer. Behind him, Rhunon, her eyes still closed imitates his every move, for she is controlling his movements.

Rhunon: Telepathically. You’re a lot bulkier than me. It throws me off balance somewhat.

Eragon smiles.

Scene switches to Eragon dipping the hot blade into a bucket of water. Steam rises.

Scene switches to Eragon crafting and carving the detailed hilt of the sword, which has a dragon which resembles Saphira.

Scene switches to a close-up of Eragon’s eyes, which show Rhunon’s careful concentration.

Scene switches to Eragon moving his hand up the blade, his scar glowing. The blade turns blue.

Scene switches to Eragon placing a beautiful, round sapphire in the top of the hilt.

Scene switches to Eragon fitting the hilt and the blade together. He pounds it with a hammer. Saphira breathes more fire. The fire engulfs the screen.

Scene switches to Eragon leaning back on the trunk of a tree, breathing hard. He closes his eyes and when he opens them, they are back to normal. He looks up at Rhunon who smiles at him.

Rhunon: You are weary, Shadeslayer. Go now and rest. Your sword will be ready when you awake.

Eragon nods and sighs.

Scene 29- The Final Test- 6:30

Scene switches to the sun rising up over the treetops of Du Weldenvarden.

Scene switches to on the cliff outside Oromis’s hut. Oromis is putting satchels on Glaedr’s saddle. They hear a roar and look up to see Saphira land a few yards away. Eragon slides down off her back. Eragon sees the satchels.

Eragon: Why are you packing up, Master Oromis? Are you going somewhere?

Oromis: We go now to the field of battle. Islanzadi says that the shadow of Galbatorix has passed over them. They need a flame of hope in that darkness.

Eragon: But you yourself said that you were crippled. You can’t perform the same complex spells that Murtagh or Galbatorix could.

Oromis chuckles.

Oromis: Have I taught you nothing, Eragon? But I have been foolish, myself. Victory does not always lie in magic and strength. Much of it has to do with how you think and use your mind. That is how I plan to ward off enemies.

Eragon: You’re right. I’m sorry to have doubted your abilities.

Oromis walks over to one of the satchels on Glaedr and pulls out something that is bundled up in cloth. He hands it to Eragon.

Oromis: Rhunon brought this over earlier this morning. She said that you might want to have it with you when you return to the Varden.

Eragon hastily unfolds the cloth and stares with awe at his sword in its sheath. He draws the sword out of its sheath. It sparkles in the light, a radiant and deep blue.

Eragon: It’s beautiful!

Oromis: Rhunon thought so too. She said it was perhaps the most stunning blade she has ever forged. She did wish, though, that she were able to be here when you name it.

Eragon looks at Oromis and then at the sword.

Eragon: Name it? I’d almost forgotten.

Saphira: T. Perhaps the ancient language word for “hope”, seeing that “Zar’roc” meant “misery”?

Eragon thinks for another few seconds.

Eragon: No, I have decided. I shall name it… Brisingr!

Suddenly the blade catches afire and burns a radiant blue flame. Eragon jumps. Finally, it goes out. Oromis laughs.

Eragon: What did I do?

Oromis: Well, it appears that you have discovered your sword’s true name! Now, you will be able to master it like no other swordsman. Treasure it always and keep good care of it. I don’t believe that Rhunon would be too impressed with making another one.

Eragon smiles and slides it back into its sheath.

Oromis: Eragon… Saphira… There is something that Glaedr and I wish you to have. As we’ve said, we are at a disadvantage when it comes to battle. We may not survive long. But we have lived full and good lives together. You two, however, are young and fresh. And I believe that you wish to defeat Galbatorix more than anyone else. Therefore, Glaedr has decided to…

Glaedr: T. I have decided to give you my heart of hearts.

Eragon and Saphira look surprised.

Saphira: T. Master Glaedr, you honor us beyond words, but… Are you sure your Eldunari?

Glaedr: T. I am positive. I know it is in good hands with you. Will you accept my offering?

Eragon looks at Saphira and then back at Glaedr.

Eragon: We will.

Glaedr rears his neck back and then sounds as if he is coughing up a hairball. The muscles on his neck move and finally he spits out a saliva-covered, golden glowing orb about a foot in diameter. Eragon catches it and wipes off some of the goo. Eragon jerks back in amazement. There is a flash of gold.

Eragon: I can feel your every thought and emotion!

Glaedr: T. You hold my every being in your hands, Eragon. Please, take good care of it and it will serve you greatly.

Eragon: We will guard it with our lives.

Eragon slips the Eldunari in a satchel on Saphira’s saddle.

Oromis: No, don’t! Your lives are much, much more important than the Eldunari. Protect it well, but do not let it come between you and life.

Eragon: Yes, Master.

Oromis sighs and gazes out beyond the cliff at the world.

Oromis: We will fly with you to the edge of Du Weldenvarden, but there, our paths spilt, for we must turn west for Gil’ead and you two will continue southwest until you reach Feinster.

Saphira: T. We have spent too long in Ellesmera.

Glaedr: T. But it was time well spent.

Oromis: Indeed, but now it is at its end. Come. Let us take one final flight together.

Oromis climbs onto Glaedr and Eragon climbs onto Saphira. As they stand on the edge of the cliff, Oromis looks out at the world once more and sighs.

Oromis: Farewell, home. Let’s go Glaedr.

The two dragons leap off the edge of the cliff and fly back toward Ellesmera.

Scene switches to just at the edge of the forest. The sky is dark and cloudy. Galbatorix’s storm does not go up over the forest, though. Saphira and Glaedr emerge from over the trees and land just beyond the forest. Oromis looks up at the sky.

Oromis: It seems that Galbatorix’s wrath has covered all of Alagaesia.

He turns to Eragon.

Oromis: This is it, Eragon. This is your final test. You must remember everything that I have taught you and everything you already knew. If you play it smart, then I am sure that you and Saphira will find a way of defeating Galbatorix once and for all. Every time you look at the sun, think of me, for like the sun, I will help guide you through the darkness. And if you ever need me, look to Glaedr’s Eldunari. May the stars watch over you and your sword stay sharp. Now, go, and farewell, Eragon Shadeslayer and Saphira. Your father would be proud.

Eragon: Farewell, Master Oromis and Master Glaedr.

As each of the two dragons leap into the air and fly separate ways, they bellow out a mighty roar. The camera quickly scrolls up and into the clouds.

Scene 30- The Siege of Feinster- 9:45

Same scene. When the camera emerges from the clouds, Saphira emerges with it. Eragon still rides on her back. Below them lies the city of Feinster under siege by the Varden. Several soldiers fight one another on the fields just outside the city. Many of the Varden soldiers are slamming a large battering ram against the gates of the city, but they are not budging. Feinster soldiers shoot arrows down among them from the walls above.

Scene switches to the Varden camp. Nasuada stands talking with King Orrin, Jormundur, and Nar Garzhvog. They hear Saphira’s roar and turn to see her and Eragon land a few feet away. They rush up to them.

Nasuada: Eragon! Saphira! At last! You have to help us! We’ve been trying to break the city for the past three days. Our supplies are running low and our men sustain more and more injuries each hour. Arya found a way to scale the wall of the city, but now she’s being chased around by soldiers inside the keep. You must go and save her!

Eragon: We’re on it! Let’s go, Saphira!

Saphira: T. Yes, indeed!

She leaps into the air and flies toward the city. As they fly up over the swarms of soldiers, the men and Urgals of the Varden look up and begin to shout for joy at their arrival. The Empire soldiers scream for terror.

Scene switches to a balcony off of the Feinster castle. There stand the three spell casters. They frown when they see Eragon and Saphira flying toward them. The third spell caster, the female one, shouts to a nearby soldier.

Spell Caster #3: Kill them! Kill them! Bring them down!

The soldiers begin to repeat the command throughout the city. At the top of one of the city towers is a giant crossbow. Several soldiers aim it toward Eragon and Saphira. They fire the weapon, sending several giant arrows hurling their way.

Eragon: T. Look out, Saphira!

Saphira glides between them. She continues on to the tower and releases a raging blue flame upon them, scorching the crossbow. The soldiers yell and fight one another. The inflamed tower stands among the city, gleaming like a lighthouse.

Scene switches to Arya inside a long, dim hallway in one of the city buildings. She looks this way and that before running down the corridor. She reaches a door, but it’s locked. When she turns around, there are several Empire soldiers at the end of the hall, grinning at her wickedly.

Empire Soldier #5: We’ve got you now, pretty, little elf!

Arya turns and continues running down the hall.

Empire Soldier #5: After her!

The soldiers run after her, until she finds herself at a dead end. She turns to face them as they draw ever closer. They are nearly upon her when all of the sudden, the straw roof above them is ripped off, causing the soldiers to stumble and stop. Saphira lands in the hall and engulfs all of the soldiers in flames. Eragon stabs and swings his new sword at some of them. When they are defeated, Arya runs up to them. Eragon climbs off of his dragon.

Eragon: That couldn’t have been more perfectly timed!

Arya: I’ll say. The gears to open the gate are somewhere nearby, in one of these rooms adjacent to the hall. We have to find them. Start looking.

The three of them begin running back up the hall, trying every door, but most of them have nothing in them. As they check, the building shakes from blasts of catapults.

Arya: We have to hurry! I don’t know how much longer this building will stand.

Saphira: T. These are all empty.

Eragon: Wait, here’s something!

Eragon opens the door to one room, only to find a large family huddled together in the corner of a closet. The mother, son, and daughter stare horrified up at the Rider. The mother clutches her children and cradles a small baby in her arms. Eragon just stares at them for a moment.

Feinster Woman: Please, Argetlam! Have mercy!

Eragon thinks for a moment. By that time, Arya and Saphira have come to join him.

Saphira: T. Come, little one. We must keep searching.

Eragon: We can’t just leave them!

The mother screams.

Feinster Woman: No! Don’t kill us! Please, no!

Eragon: We have to take them to safety. This building will fall any minute! Saphira, take them back to the Varden!

The woman stares up at them in wonder.

Saphira: T. Eragon, I need you! You need me!

Eragon: Saphira, you’re really much too big to fit in these halls. Just trust me.

He turns back to the family.

Eragon: Now, come over here and get on the big blue dragon.

Eragon begins to usher the family up and onto Saphira.

Feinster Woman: Oh, thank you, Argetlam! Bless you! Bless you! May the ole’ king die for the blood he’s shed!

Eragon: I hope he’ll die, too, ma’am.

When they are all on Saphira’s back, she turns to Eragon.

Saphira: T. I have been apart from you too many times here recently. One day, I’m afraid I’ll lose you for good.

Eragon: Telepathically. But it is not this day.

She looks at him, and then suddenly bursts off into the sky. The children and mother squeal with exhilaration. Eragon watches them leave his sight. Arya has in the meantime found an open door further along down the hall.

Arya: Eragon, I’ve found it!

He runs down to her. Inside the little room is a large machine. Tiny windows in the walls allow view of the city gates just outside and below. Eragon looks over the contraption.

Eragon: Looks complicated.

Arya: Not with magic. Now, help me.

She casts out her hand toward the gears. A strange, green glow lights the room. Eragon, too, holds out his hand, his scar glowing. A blue light mixes with the green. Slowly but surely, the gears begin to move.

Scene switches to the gates outside. Inch by inch they begin to creak open. The Varden shout for joy.

Scene switches to the spell casters on the balcony. The female spell caster sees the gates opening and screams.

Spell Caster #3: What?! How…?!

Then she notices the eerie, magical glows emitting from the gears-room just above and to the right of the gates. She purses her lips and then turns and enters the castle throne room. Chained to the wall is Lady Lorana. Several other soldiers line the walls, standing guard. She points at a few of them.

Spell Caster #3: You three, there! It appears that we have some intruders in the gears-room. Take care of them.

The soldiers grunt and then hastily exit the room.

Spell Caster #1: You know… I believe it’s time for our experiment.

Spell Caster #2: Yes, let’s put to use what we have learned.

The female spell caster thinks for a minute and then nods her head.

Spell Caster #3: Yes, bring in the variable of our experiment.

Two soldiers drag in a small, weak Feinster guard. He is shaking and looks up to the spell casters with fear. The female spell caster walks over to him and bends down to look at him in the face. She runs her hand across his cheek.

Spell Caster #3: Well, hello there, little one.

She grins a devilish grin.

Scene switches to the battle of Gil’ead. Ranks of elves march out toward the city which lies under a red sky. Much of the city is on fire.

Scene switches to elves running around through the rubble. They swing swords upon Gil’ead soldiers and shoot arrows through their heads and chests. One group of elves runs across the roof of a building only to leap off the edge and come crashing down on top of a line of enemy soldiers.

Scene switches to soldiers of Gil’ead firing fireballs from large catapults out upon the elves.

Scene switches to Islanzadi’s camp just a short ways from the city. One of those flaming balls explodes against the ground not thirty yards away. Islanzadi stands under a tent looking over battle plans that are spread out over a table. She hears a roar and looks up into the sky, hopefully.

Islanzadi: Oromis?

Scene switches to the black and red sky. From the clouds emerges Thorn with Murtagh on his back.

Scene switches back to Islanzadi who cries out in shock and horror.

Scene switches back to Thorn and Murtagh. Thorn dives down from the sky toward the city. He lets out another roar, alerting the soldiers of his presence. They begin to shout for joy and clang their weapons together. The elves begin to run for cover. Thorn dives down among the city ruins and releases a burst of red fire upon several fleeing elves. Thorn knocks another small group of elves off a building as they try to duck.

Scene switches to a line of elves along the roof of another building. They draw arrows from their quivers and take aim at several Empire soldiers running in the streets below them. Suddenly, they hear a shout and turn around. Suddenly, Murtagh and Thorn are upon them. Thorn grabs a few of them with his claws, lifts them from the ground, and then drops them onto the broken and splintered ruins of the city.

Scene switches to Murtagh and Thorn landing in the middle of the city. Murtagh raises Zar’roc into the air and it glows red, like a lighthouse.

Murtagh: To me, noble soldiers of Gil’ead! To me! We shall have the city!

Suddenly, a golden light blinds Murtagh. He squints and puts his hands over his face, shielding his eyes from the bright flare. Thorn groans with agony. Other soldiers and elves around the city gaze up in wonder as the sky is lit by a golden beam of light that radiates throughout the city.

Scene switches to Islanzadi at her camp. Her and several other elves around her stare up at the golden light that flies over Gil’ead.

Scene switches to Murtagh again. His eyes are beginning to adjust to the light and he lowers his hands.

Murtagh: Show yourself, you masked villain! What sorcery are you?

The golden light begins to fade, but not before a grand and rich roar sounds out from it. Murtagh stares in horror. The light draws closer and closer to them. Suddenly, it goes out completely, but not soon enough for Murtagh to dodge Glaedr and Oromis as they send a burst of golden flame to meet their enemies. Murtagh gasps and falls off of Thorn, who roars with anguish. Glaedr and Oromis rise up over the city again.

Scene switches to the elves all cheering and shouting at their arrival.

Scene switches to Islanzadi.

Islanzadi: Oromis! At long last!

Scene switches to Murtagh and Thorn. Murtagh gets up off the ground and stares with hatred at the golden dragon that circles above the city.

Murtagh: It cannot be! Arise, Thorn! Today, you feast on that dragon’s flesh!

Murtagh hastily climbs onto Thorn, who gives out a roar and leaps into the sky.

Scene switches to Oromis and Glaedr as they circle the city.

Oromis: Telepathically. Glaedr, send word to Eragon and Saphira that we have reached Gil’ead. And we have company.

Glaedr gives a growl. The camera suddenly zooms in on his piercing golden eye. It zooms in all the way, so that only the golden color fills the screen. When it zooms back out, it is a different scene.

Scene switches to the camera zooming out from Glaedr’s Eldunari which rests hidden in a satchel on Saphira’s back. She stands at the Varden campsite, away from the city of Feinster. The family she saved earlier is just climbing off her back. Several Varden women run up to help them to safety. The Eldunari is glowing brightly. Saphira looks back at it, closes her eyes for a moment to sigh, and then gazes out over the field of battle toward the city.

Saphira: T. Where are you, Eragon?

Scene 31- Brisingr- 12:45

Scene switches to the gates of the city of Feinster. They are opening wider and wider every minute. Several Empire soldiers stand ready on the inside. When the gates are open enough, we see the Varden soldiers lined and ready waiting. When the Empire soldiers see Urgals among them, they begin to look frightened. We see Roran, Fadawar, and Horst among the first lines. When Fadawar lifts his sword and yells, the Varden soldiers begin to run at the Empire soldiers, shouting.

Varden Soldiers: For freedom!

There is another shot of Roran. He sighs.

Roran: For Katrina.

Then he too, charges among the ranks. The Empire soldiers give out a yell and run at them. The forces collide and begin to battle it out.

Scene switches to Eragon and Arya in the gears-room. They lower their hands and the glow ceases. They gaze out the tiny windows, watching the forces battle below.

Eragon: Good work, there, Arya.

Arya: You weren’t too bad, yourself.

Suddenly, the door behind them bursts open and the three Empire soldiers that the female spell caster sent enter the room. At first, Eragon and Arya just stare at them in surprise.

Empire Soldier #6: Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like a couple of lost, misfit pups, if you ask me. Get them!

The soldiers advance upon them. Eragon draws his sword and begins to fight each one of them.

Eragon: Arya, out the window!

Arya moves towards one of the tiny windows. One of the soldiers reaches out and grabs her ankle as she is trying to climb out.

Empire Soldier #6: Just where do you think you’re going to, pretty?

Eragon turns and slices the soldier’s arm off with Brisingr. The man stumbles back, howling, before Eragon drives the sword into his chest. Eragon then turns and follows Arya out of the window to where she clings to the side of the building. There is only a tiny landing to stand on, no room for two. A rope extends out from the gears through the window and down to the landing over the gates.

Eragon: Get on my back.

Arya climbs on his back, while he fits Brisingr over the rope. Other soldiers enter the gears-room behind them and make for the window.

Arya: Eragon!

Eragon leaps off the building, Arya clinging to his back for her life. The rope slides against the smooth blade of Brisingr, causing them to slide all the way to the landing on the gate-wall. They turn and see the Empire soldiers attempting to do the same. Eragon hurriedly begins to undo the rope from its metal hold, but he is unsuccessful. The soldiers begin to slide down the rope.

Arya: Eragon, here they come!

Finally, Eragon steps back and lifts his sword.

Eragon: Brisingr!

As he brings his sword down upon the metal latch, it bursts to blue flames. When it strikes the metal, it shatters it is a small, flaming explosion. The rope unfurls and begins to fall. The soldiers gasp in terror and drop to the ground below where they are trampled by the charging Varden soldiers.

Arya: How in Galbatorix’s name did you manage that?

Eragon: I’ll explain later. Come on!

Together, they hurry away.

Scene switches to Galbatorix in the throne room at Morzan’s castle. He sits over on the throne, rubbing his forehead, obviously weary from the war. On his map of Alagaesia, the golden piece over Gil’ead suddenly melts and morphs into a golden dragon piece. Galbatorix looks up and then quickly moves over to it to inspect it. He examines it in his hands and then looks back at Gil’ead on the map. Murtagh’s piece is there among the elves and the Empire soldiers’ pieces.

Galbatorix: No…

Scene switches to the streets of Feinster. The Varden army is swarming them, killing most of the soldiers in their path. Among them, we find Roran slaying as many as he can. Horst runs up to him.

Horst: Roran! Roran!

Roran: Horst, my good man, why are you searching for me?

Horst: Nasuada sends word from the camp. She wishes for us to search the city for fugitives and then help safely escort them back to camp. Apparently, Saphira brought some back and they said that there were many more innocent ones hidden throughout the city.

Roran: Aye, I can do that. Help me gather men.

Horst nods and hurries off in search of good men for the job. Roran begins to go around to the other Varden soldiers and give them instructions. He grabs one particular soldier by the shoulders.

Roran: Good soldier, I want you to help search the city for women and children and help them get back to camp.

When the soldier turns to face Roran, we see that it is Martland. Roran just stares at him with his mouth open. At first Martland is frowning at him, but what comes out of his mouth is surprising.

Martland: Aye, that I’ll do, general.

Roran smiles in surprise and Martland pats Roran on the back. Then he disappears back into the swarm of battle.

Scene switches to an empty hallway in the castle at Feinster. A lone door in the wall sits quietly. Suddenly we hear a whisper from the other side.

Eragon: Brisingr.

Suddenly, a flaming blue sword is driven through the wood. It splinters and burns as the sword chops its way through. Finally, the door falls forward and a cloud of ash rises from the floor. Eragon and Arya enter through the doorway, carefully stepping over the charred remains. Arya listens and then gestures down one end of the hall.

Arya: This way.

Eragon follows her down the corridor.

Scene switches to the two of them peering down through the railing of a balcony. A floor below them is the throne room of the castle. Lady Lorana is still chained to the wall, but she is wailing and pleading. The three spell casters stand in the center of the chamber around the poor, weak man seen earlier. Their eyes are closed and their faces are full of concentration. Under their breath, they are whispering words from the Ancient Language. The three of them hold hands, forming a triangle around the man. Empire soldiers are posted around the walls, watching intently. Lady Lorana continues to scream.

Lady Lorana: Please! No! No! I beg of you! Please, don’t do this! I’ll tell you whatever you want! Please! No! Stop! Don’t unleash such a monster upon my city!

One of the soldiers prods her chest with a spear.

Empire Soldier #7: Hush, woman, or it’ll be you in between them!

Eragon turns to Arya.

Eragon: What are they doing?

Arya: Don’t you see? They’re summoning forth spirits. They’re trying to make a Shade.

Eragon: We have to stop them!

Arya: We need some kind of diversion, something that will distract them.

Eragon and Arya search the chamber for a plan or distraction. Eragon spots a giant chandelier which hangs directly above the spell casters. The rope by which it hangs comes back and latches against the wall just a few feet from the balcony. A few tapestries hang from the wall near that.

Eragon: I have an idea.

Eragon draws Brisingr and carefully begins to step up onto the railing.

Arya: Eragon, be careful.

Eragon: I’ll be okay.

Carefully, he leans forward toward the rope and latch and extends his sword, trying to cut the rope.

Arya: Eragon.

Eragon: Almost… there.

Just as the tip of his sword touches the rope, Lady Lorana glances up and spots them.

Lady Lorana: What are you doing?

All the soldiers look up and see him and Arya.

Empire Soldier #7: Seize them!

As the soldiers make for the stairs which lead up to the balcony, Eragon suddenly loses his balance. Arya screams. Eragon manages to grab hold of one of the tapestries, where he hangs above the chamber. The soldiers advance upon Arya, who draws her sword and begins to slash at them, even knocking one off the balcony. The tapestry Eragon hangs from begins to rip and tear under his weight.

Lady Lorana: No, not the seal of the House of Danur!

The tapestry rips in two and Eragon falls to the ground, cushioned by the tapestry. Eragon gets up and looks up at the balcony, where Arya hurls another soldier to his death. He then turns and advances towards the spell casters’ triangle around the man, who rocks on the ground and clutches his head as if in pain.

Lady Lorana: Kill them, Shadeslayer! You’ve done it once before, and you can do it again!

Eragon: Thanks for the support.

Eragon raises his sword and brings it down upon one of the spell casters, but a magical force field deflects the blow. Eragon takes a deep breath and then extends out his arm, his scar glowing. There is a flash of blue, but then several flashes of purple. Eragon is knocked to the floor. Arya rushes down the stairs, apparently rid of the soldiers.

Eragon: Nothing’s working! I can’t penetrate their mind or their bodies.

Lady Lorana: Please! You must do something! Don’t let them create a Shade! The people would never forgive me for that! Oh, you must do something! Don’t just stand there! Please don’t let…

Arya holds up her hand to Lady Lorana and utters a word in the Ancient Language. Immediately, Lady Lorana’s mouth shuts and will not open again, no matter how much she struggles.

Eragon: Why didn’t I think of that?

Arya: Eragon, look!

From the windows and openings all around the chamber come black, gray, and red spirits. There are sounds of angry whispering that haunt the room as they whirl about. Finally, they attack the poor man in the center, running through his mouth and his heart. He cries out in pain. The spell casters’ chanting grows louder and stronger. Arya and Eragon stare at them in horror. Suddenly, the man’s body starts morphing. His voice deepens sharply and his hair turns a vibrant red. His eyes burn hot crimson and he grows in size and strength. The spell casters open their eyes and look at their creation.

Scene switches to the battle at Gil’ead. Oromis and Glaedr are battling up in the sky against Murtagh and Thorn. Their blades collide and the dragons thrash at one another. Thorn breathes a jet of red flame upon Glaedr, who responds by shooting a jet of golden flame which engulfs Thorn’s. They back off from one another.

Murtagh: You may be strong, old elf, but you have not the power to defeat my master!

Oromis: What power is there in cheap magic?

Murtagh: The use of Eldunari is not a method of cheating.

Oromis: No, it is merely a crutch!

The dragons dart toward each other again and begin to fight.

Scene switches back to the throne room at Feinster. At first, all is quiet. Everyone is watching the hunched figure of the Shade. Suddenly, the Shade gives out a scream and grabs the neck of one of the male spell casters and snaps it. He tosses the body against Lady Lorana, who tries to scream in terror, though she cannot open her mouth. The other two spell casters look shocked and surprised by the Shade’s behavior. He looks a lot like Durza, though he also resembles the man from which he transformed. The Shade tosses back his head and screams.

Varaug: Our name is Varaug! Fear us!

Eragon: Let’s move!

Before the other spell casters can react, Eragon and Arya are upon them. Eragon strikes the female spell caster on the back of the head and she stumbles forward. Arya tackles the remaining male spell caster. The female spell caster turns and fires a jet of purple magic at Eragon, who dodges it. Arya struggles with the male spell caster until she stabs him in the side with her sword. Eragon lifts his scar-glowing hand towards the female spell caster. There is a flash of blue light and the she is thrown backwards against the wall. As Eragon tries to walk towards her, Varaug raises his hand. There is a flash of red light and Eragon falls to the ground in pain.

Varaug: Did you forget about us?

Arya: Eragon!

Arya runs up to the Shade and raises her sword. Varaug turns, grabs her sword, and twists it from her hands. He knocks her to the ground and brings the sword down on her, but she rolls out of the way. She kicks him in the face and he stumbles backwards. Meanwhile, the female spell caster gets up and grabs a dagger that was strapped to her leg. Arya stands back up and approaches Varaug. Eragon gets up too, in time to see the female spell caster approaching Arya from the back wielding the dagger.

Eragon: Arya, behind you!

Just as the spell caster brings down the knife, Saphira flies in and tackles the spell caster. She is thrown against the wall and goes limp.

Eragon: Telepathically. Saphira, you’re here!

Saphira: T. Well, I wasn’t going to miss out on all the fun!

Varaug screams and throws a ball of red magic at Eragon and Saphira, who dodge the bolt. It explodes against the wall, causing the balcony above them to cave-in. The rubble cascades down, but they are able to run for cover.

Varaug: You shall die! You shall all die for locking us in this cold, hard, clay!

The Shade shoves out his hand again. There is another red flash of light and Eragon cries out in pain, dropping his sword. Eragon pushes back with his mind and there is a flash of blue. Varaug grips his head of hair, screaming with agony. He regroups himself and throws a red bolt of energy at Saphira. It hits her in the leg, causing her to go limp.

Eragon: Saphira!

Varaug: Die!

Varaug advances upon the dragon. Arya runs up and grabs Eragon’s sword. As Arya runs towards Varaug, Eragon sees his chance. He raises his hand again. There is another blue flash of light and the Shade shakes with pain and frustration.

Eragon: Get him! Get him in the heart!

As Varaug stumbles for a moment, Arya comes up and stabs him in the heart with Brisingr.

Arya: Brisingr!

The sword catches on fire, scorching and burning through the body of the Shade, who screams in terror and pain. Varaug lifts his hands to the sky and then explodes in a cloud of black dust and smoke. The spirits fly up and out of the throne room. Arya falls to the ground, breathing deeply. Eragon runs over to Saphira to inspect her injury.

Eragon: Telepathically. Saphira, are you hurt?

Saphira: T. No. My leg is just a bit tingly. It only numbed it to where I could not move. Already I can feel the blood rushing back into it.

Eragon: Telepathically. Are you sure you’ll be ok?

Saphira: T. No, don’t waste time with me. I’ll be fine. But there might be someone else who needs you at the moment.

She looks up. Eragon follows her gaze over to where Arya lays in the ground, still breathing. Eragon nods to Saphira and then gets up and walks over to Arya. He bends down beside her.

Eragon: Arya, are you alright?

Arya: Yes, I’ll be fine.

She takes a deep breath.

Arya: So few have ever killed a Shade and lived.

Eragon: But not everyone fought as a team like we did. Now I shall have to call you Shadeslayer.

She smiles.

Arya: Thank you, Eragon.

They smile at each other for a moment.

Scene 32- Oromis and Glaedr- 6:45

Same scene.

Saphira: T. Eragon!

They look in her direction and then go over to her.

Eragon: What is it, Saphira?

Saphira: There… in the satchel. It’s Glaedr’s Eldunari.

Eragon hurriedly fumbles through the satchel and pulls out the glowing gold sphere.

Arya: What is that?

Ignoring her, Eragon holds the sphere and concentrates. The camera zooms in on the golden Eldunari. When it zooms back out, it is a different scene.

Scene switches to the camera zooming out from Glaedr’s golden eye. He and Oromis are diving in the sky above Gil’ead. Murtagh and Thorn are just behind them. Thorn catches up to Glaedr and crashes into him. Glaedr roars and rips his claws through Thorn’s side. He latches on to Thorn and they fall together. Murtagh and Oromis clash and clang their swords together. Murtagh shoots a jet of red magic at Oromis, but it misses.

Murtagh: Curse you for not showing yourself sooner, old elf! You could have helped us!

They continue to fall and fight with one another. The camera zooms out from them.

Scene switches. The camera continues to scroll out from their fight. We see that the image is being projected onto the lava in the throne room at Morzan’s castle. Galbatorix gazes up with hatred at the picture.

Galbatorix: Enough of this!

He gives out a cry and lifts his hands. There is a flash of black and red.

Scene switches to Murtagh and Thorn rising up into the sky. Glaedr and Oromis follow.

Oromis: Telepathically. What is he doing?

Up, up, and up they go, until they finally stop far, far above the city. When Murtagh opens his eyes, they are pitch black. When he speaks, it is Galbatorix’s voice.

Murtagh: Galbatorix telepathically. So you survived the fall, Oromis and Glaedr.

Oromis: Be gone, foul oath breaker! You shall not have any satisfaction from us!

Scene switches to Galbatorix in the throne room of Morzan’s castle. His arms are still raised and his eyes are a deep red. He chuckles.

Galbatorix: Telepathically. Such a harsh greeting. Have the elves forgotten their fabled courtesy?

Scene switches back to Oromis and Glaedr.

Oromis: You cannot fool us with your snaked tongue. You are an abomination and we will see to it that you are eliminated.

Murtagh: Galbatorix telepathically. But you are wiser than that, Oromis-elda. At one time you were the wisest among our order. And while it seemed wise of you to remain hidden for all these years, it is now wasted time. I freely admit that I committed terrible crimes in my youth, but can’t you see that I am past my former vengeance? Now, my greatest concern in ensuring the peace and prosperity of the empire over which I find myself lord and master. There is no reason for this war. Ask yourself this, Oromis, for I know you are still wise: who is truly responsible for this wide-spread war? Not I. The Varden were the ones who provoked it, and they are the ones now that are covering the earth with mountains of corpses. Not I. Give up your hatred, Oromis, and join me in Ileria. Together, we can rebuild the order and bring a thousand year peace to the land.

There is a pause as Oromis and Glaedr think.

Scene switches to Galbatorix, who inclines his head thoughtfully.

Scene switches to Oromis and Glaedr. Oromis stares up at Murtagh.

Oromis: No! I refuse to join a traitor and murderer like you.

Murtagh: Galbatorix telepathically. Curse you, Oromis! You should have accepted my offer. You would have been foremost among my slaves. You were wrong to cross paths with me! I am the greatest magician that has ever lived, and I grow greater still every day.

Scene switches to Galbatorix.

Galbatorix: Telepathically. Death shall not take me, but you shall die! I shall have Glaedr’s Eldunari and he shall serve me until the end of time!

Scene switches to Oromis and Glaedr.

Oromis: Never!

The two dragons zoom toward each other and ram each other.

Scene switches to Galbatorix. He screams and jerks his hands about, his scar glowing black.

Scene switches to the dragons battling over Gil’ead. They bite and struggle with one another. Murtagh and Oromis slash swords with one another.

Scene switches to Galbatorix. He shoots out his scar-glowing hand. There is a flash of black and red.

Scene switches to Murtagh. His arm is extended out towards Oromis and his scar is glowing red. Oromis gasps for breath. He lifts his hand, his scar glowing a bright gold. There are a few very short flashes of gold. Oromis gasps for breath again.

Oromis: Telepathically. Glaedr! I’m losing focus! It’s my broken mind! I shouldn’t have tried that spell!

Glaedr: T. No! Hold on Oromis! Hold on just a little longer!

Oromis continues to gasp for breath. Thorn zooms by Glaedr, allowing Murtagh to take a swing at Oromis. The swing knocks Oromis a little, and he drops his sword. It falls down, down, down. Glaedr roars. Thorn comes back again, and this time Murtagh slash his sword across Oromis. Oromis gasps. His eyes roll to the back of his head and then he slips out of the saddle and begins to fall. Glaedr’s eyes grow wide with terror. He roars and pushes Thorn and Murtagh away with a blast of golden magic that sends them hurling into the sky. There is a flash of black and red.

Scene switches to Galbatorix. The force of the magic has broken their connection and thrown him back. He gets up, frowning and stares at the image in the lava.

Scene switches to Oroims’s falling body. Glaedr suddenly appears. He grabs the body with his claws.

Glaedr: T. Oromis! Oromis!

Oromis: Telepathically. Let me go, Glaedr. Do not mourn me.

Oromis’s body goes limp. Glaedr gives out a roar, a roar that is heard all over Gil’ead. He clutches Oromis to his chest and then rips up through the sky towards Thorn, going at a speed never reached before. But just before he tackles the little red dragon, Thorn dodges, comes up back around him and rips off one of his legs. The chunk of flesh falls to the ground. Glaedr screams and howls. The scene keeps failing, going in and out of blackness. Thorn manages to climb onto Glaedr’s back. He grips Glaedr’s neck in his jaw and then twists. There is a snapping sound and all goes black.

Scene 33- Sunset Over the Sea- 7:30

Scene fades in on inside the throne room at Feinster. The Varden have claimed the city and the battle is over. Many people move about the room. Nasuada, Arya, Saphira, Eragon, and Jormundur stand to the side near a large table that has been placed there. Scattered all over the top is maps and battle plans. Nasuada gestures to the map as she talks.

Nasuada: Feinster is ours. This is a heavy blow for the Empire. Galbatorix will begin using mind and strategy rather than mere force and strength. From here, we march to Belatona and then on to Dras-Leona. And then up to the very walls of Uru’baen.

Jormundur: Taking Feinster was a heavy price for us as well, though we outnumbered them in the beginning anyways. Exactly how many soldiers do you plan on sending to Belatona?

Nasuada: As many as possible. The king’s dark hand has been broken over this area. Now, it is drawing back to Uru’baen and the center of the Empire in order to prepare for the ultimate battle, the one that will decide the true fate of my people.

A Varden soldier walks up to them, carrying Lady Lorana who still can’t talk.

Varden Soldier: My lady, we believe this is the governor of the city, but she is refusing to talk. Shall I order torture?

Lady Lorana’s eyes go wide in horror.

Arya: Oh, I’d almost forgotten.

Arya raises her hand to Lady Lorana and speaks a word in the Ancient Language. Lady Lorana opens her mouth and gasps for breath. Arya lowers her arm.

Arya: Sorry about that.

Nasuada: You are Lady Lorana, governor of Feinster?

Lady Lorana: I am but do not associate me to the three spell casters whose blood scars this city. They were the ones who came here and took the city from me. Therefore, I surrender the city willingly to you, Lady Nasuada of the Varden. May it provide shelter, soldiers, and support in your quest to rid the land of this tyranny.

Nasuada: Thank you, Lady Lorana, and know that you will be treated well among my people.

Lady Lorana turns to Arya, Eragon, and Saphira.

Lady Lorana: And thank you, Shadeslayers, for destroying that beast before it wrecked the city. My people would have never forgiven me.

Saphira: T. It was nothing. By now, we are all naturals at the job.

They laugh.

Nasuada: Take Lady Lorana to her chambers here in the castle. I’m sure she would like some sleep.

Varden Soldier: This way, my lady.

He leads Lady Lorana out of the throne room.

Eragon: Nasuada… there’s something the three of us would like to talk to you about.

Nasuada: Then tell me.

Eragon eyes Jormundur warily.

Eragon: Alone.

Nasuada turns to Jormundur, who frowns and then turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. When he is out in the hall, he turns and there stand some of the members of the Council of Elders. He frowns at them and shakes his head. They look at one another, frowning with hatred at Eragon.

Scene switches to the four back in the throne room. All is empty except for them.

Nasuada: There are so many questions I have for you, though I know you will not answer them all.

Eragon: I might.

Eragon reaches in the satchel on Saphira and brings out Glaedr’s Eldunari, covered by a cloth, and sets it on the table before them. He pulls off the cloth that is covering it, revealing its fine, polished, glowing surface. They all gaze upon it in wonder.

Scene switches to the city streets. The Varden are moving all of their stuff into the city. The family that Eragon helped earlier looks around the city, smiling, happy to be alive and free. Then we see Roran, still dressed in armor. He is searching through the crowd calling out for Katrina. He climbs onto the ruins of a fallen building and scans the people. Then he hears his name and he looks and sees Katrina. When they see each other, they rush and embrace each other.

Katrina: I love you, my shining knight.

Roran: And I love you, my desperate princess.

Suddenly, Roran jerks back.

Roran: What was that?!

Katrina smiles up at him.

Katrina: That was the baby. It’s kicking because it’s excited to see you.

Roran: That… that was… that’s the baby?!

Katrina nods her head. Roran laughs and embraces her again.

Scene switches to the beach on the opposite side of the city of Feinster. The waves toss and turn and strike the rocks on the shore. The most beautiful sunset colors the sky. Eragon and Saphira sit on the rocks watching the sun sink into the sea. Glaedr’s Eldunari rests on a rock nearby. Eragon stares at it, sorrowfully.

Eragon: Telepathically. I wonder when he’ll talk to us.

Saphira: T. It will probably be a while. He’s just lost his partner in life. I can’t imagine the pain he’s going through right now.

Eragon turns back to the sea and a tear appears in his eyes.

Saphira: T. There, there, little one. It will be ok.

Eragon: We’re all alone too.

Saphira: T. Well, if it makes you feel any better, there is still always Galbatorix and Shruikan. They are not dead yet.

Eragon: We’re the last free dragon and Dragon Rider.

Saphira: T. We still have Glaedr’s knowledge and wisdom to help guide us through this. I’m sure that Oromis and Glaedr did not regret giving up their Eldunari. And there’s always Arya and Nasuada and Orik, and many others besides who will help fight. And then we have each other.

Eragon sniffles and looks up at Saphira, love in his eyes.

Eragon: Telepathically. You’re right, Saphira, and that’s all we need to put an end to Galbatorix. We can do this.

Saphira: T. We must do this.

Eragon: For Brom and for Oromis and for Glaedr and for Ajihad and for my mother and my uncle and Roran and Katrina and all the rest of Alagaesia… we must do this.

There is one final shot of Eragon and Saphira gazing at the sunset. The scene fades into the next one.

Scene fades in on Murtagh walking around the decaying corpse of Glaedr. Thorn stands over to the side. The city of Gil’ead lies only a few miles away. They hear a roar and in flies Shruikan carrying Galbatorix on his back. They land and Galbatorix climbs off and approaches Murtagh.

Galbatorix: Did you find it?

Murtagh: No, we searched everywhere: all in that rotting dragon and for several yards around, but it is nowhere.

Galbatorix: Then that can only mean one thing. The boy Rider has discovered the secret trade of the Eldunari and is now in possession of Glaedr’s. Too bad that’s the only one in his collection.

He chuckles to himself.

Galbatorix: So Gil’ead is lost from us. The elves will continue their march to Uru’baen and will there meet with the Varden and try to break the city. But they do not have the HEARTS to stand. Come, Murtagh! Let us review my collection of souls!

Scene switches to Thorn and Shruikan flying up over a great distance. In the background, we see the city of Uru’baen. A dark shadow hangs over it spouting thunder, lightning, and fire. Scene fades to black.

Scene 34- Credits- 10:00

Credits roll.

The only problem I had with that was the battle with murtagh where you made him look completely evil. Other than that it was wonderfull.

Thank you so much! And just so I can know, which battle with Murtagh was it? Was it Murtagh vs. Oromis or Murtagh vs. Eragon (after the wedding)? Also, how does it compare to the other two scripts, that is, if you've read them?

I've read both and I think that this is the best so far.
The battle with eragon...