Endurance

Serena Svit-Kona · March 4th, 2008, 7:54 am

This is ch. 1 of my version of Brisingr. It's just something I imagined up to tie me over until the book came out. So if you don't like it then please don't waste your time typing up a mean response.

“Text” speaking in the mind

Text thinking to ones-self

“Text” speaking out loud

Text Saphira speaking

Text dragon speaking

Eragon’s Internal Struggles

Eragon sat on a cot in his tent, after bidding his cousin Roran a goodnight, trying not to think about the events of the battle at the Burning Plans. Tried, but failed miserably. His body was exhausted but his mind refused to rest. He couldn’t stop himself from seeing Hrothgar’s death, from seeing Murtagh and his dragon. His dragon! Eragon thought to himself. He couldn’t believe that Murtagh was a dragon rider even though he had seen it with his own eyes, and that he was fighting for Galbatorix. He was also finding it difficult to cope with Murtaghs revelations. Murtagh had told Eragon that when the twins learned that Selena was both his and Eragon’s mother they put two and two together which made Morzan his father. “I still can’t believe that he’s my father.” Saphira, who lay stretched out in front of his tent, decided to keep silent for the moment and let him speak. “I mean he just can’t be, and Murtagh is my brother.” He sighed as he began to remove his armor. “I can’t handle this. I just can’t handle this. It’s too much.” Don’t think about it right now little one. I can feel how exhausted you are; you should get some rest. Saphira was of course right. He was exhausted and tired both physically and emotionally, but he couldn’t stop his thoughts from racing.

He lay back on his cot and starred at the ceiling as he did his best to push away all thoughts of Murtagh and Morzan only to have them replaced with thoughts of Arya. He remembered the way she looked him in the eye and her words to him. He appreciated her words greatly, both hers and Nasuada, but Arya’s words and actions mattered more to him. Eragon sighed and closed his eyes. He needed to stop thinking about Arya; thoughts of her were just as painful as the ones of his relation to Murtagh and Morazan. He let out a soft bitter laugh. No. They’re more painful and you know it. He sighed again. I don’t want to think about her. It hurts. But…. I can’t help it. I wonder what she’s doing right now. Probably getting some rest, which is what I should be doing. There has got to be a way to stop myself from thinking about her. If I think about her too much the pain from the Blood Oath Celebration will come back. Who am I kidding? It’s already starting to come back. I don’t want to feel this pain. He thought to himself. He shook his head trying to clear it of thought as he breathed deeply and willed his heart to slow. “Goodnight Saphira. I’ll heal your wounds as soon as I’m able to.” Rest well little one. And with that he slipped into his trance-like sleep.

Eragon increased his heartbeat and rose late the next afternoon. He had felt the activities of the camp begin in the morning, but he was not ready to rise himself since he had not fully recovered his strength. He knew that Roran had come to see him, and that Saphira informed him that he was still resting. As he stood to stretch he immediately felt Saphira in his mind. Did you rest well? “I did. Were you able to rest well enough with your wounds?” I was able to rest well which is more than I can say for many of the warriors here. “Was Roran okay when he came earlier?” he asked as he stepped outside the tent and began to examine her wounds. He was disappointed that you were not yet awake and sad, but I guess he will continue to be sad until we rescue Katrina. “Aye. That is true.” He said as he healed her wounds. I feel so dirty. He thought with a sigh. “How about we go for a swim and get ourselves cleaned up.” He suggested to Saphira. Ever since he began to live with the elves bathing daily had become a habit; one that he did not intend to break especially since he was covered in dirt and blood. I would enjoy that. I need to spread my wings anyway. Eragon went inside the tent and removed his boots, so that he was only wearing just his clothing and his sword belt…the belt of Beloth the Wise. Eragon did not want to risk anything happening to it so he left it on. Then walked out to Saphira. Ready? “I’m ready.” And with that he climbed on to her back and they took off toward the nearest water source.

When they returned Eragon jumped from Saphira’s back as quickly as possible, so that he could hurry and change his clothing since he was soaked through. “Saphira? I was thinking that now might be a good time to try and remove the curse from Elva. What do you think?” he asked as he changed into dry clothes. I think that now is as good a time as any. I was hoping that you would try it before we left to rescue Katrina. That child has been through enough. “That is exactly what I was thinking.” He replied as he pulled on his boots and stepped out of the tent and approached her saddle. “Do you think we should do it near here or take her away from this place? Somewhere where she won’t feel anyone’s pain?” I think we should take her away from here. Not only so she does not feel anyone’s pain, but also so you two don’t have an audience when it happens. Eragon nodded his head and left her saddle; just then he felt Roran approaching them. “Roran is coming, and he is not going to be very happy about this.” Yes, but he must deal with it. We have responsibilities that we cannot ignore even though we would rather be helping him. Eragon silently agree as he turned to face his cousin.

“Eragon! I’ve been waiting for you to wake up…. why is your hair wet I thought you were sleeping?” Roran asked in confusion since he knew that Eragon had been asleep just a little while ago. “I woke about an hour ago and Saphira and I went for a swim to clean ourselves up.” He said as he took a deep breath through his nose and froze. “Oh no! Saphira Arya is coming!” he said in a panicked voice. So what? She replied in a confused voice. Eragon had forgotten that he closed his thoughts off from Saphira the night before so that she wouldn’t hear him struggling with his thoughts. “So I just don’t want to see her right now. I’ve been successful in not thinking about her since I woke this afternoon, which means I’ve been successful in keeping the pain away. I know that the pain will come as soon as I lay eyes on her. In fact I can already feel it; even her scent is enough to bring the pain.” He said sadly as he sighed. Saphira radiated sympathy and understanding through their mental link as she rubbed her head gently against him. “So are you ready? Are we going to be leaving soon?” Roran asked quickly ignoring the sigh he heard from Eragon. “No. I am not ready to leave, and I’m afraid that I won’t be ready to leave until at least the day after tomorrow.” He said to Roran as he struggled to hide his emotions before Arya appeared. “What?! Katrina could be dying right now! What is so important that we need to wait so long?” he yelled just as Arya appeared.

Eragon sighed and looked to Arya as he placed two fingers to his lips and spoke the elves greeting: Atra esterni ono thelduin. When she responded he finished the greeting and then turned back to Roran. “I must see a young lady…” he began but Roran interrupted him. “A young lady? This is no time for such actions! What are you thinking Eragon?” Eragon s.u.c.k.e.d in a sharp breath and grimaced at his cousins implied meaning. “It is not what you think Roran. I have a responsibility to her, and I must see to her needs before I am able to do anything else.” He responded calmly. Roran was indeed upset. He began to tremble with his anger. “Who is this girl that she should be more important than your own family? Your own blood?” he yelled. Eragon was a little shocked at his words and the force of them and paused before he spoke, but Arya stepped in and spoke. “Eragon. You and Saphira go. I know how important this is; I will do my best to explain the situation to Roran.” She said to him as she stepped over to Roran. Eragon’s heart pounded painfully in his chest as she spoke to him. “Thank you. Was there something that you wanted to speak to me about.” He asked as he wondered why she was there in the first place. “I just came to see how you were doing after last night but it can wait.” She said as she looked him in the eye. “Oh.” He breathed as he climbed into the saddle. He sighed heavily watching as Arya lead Roran away to give them room to take off and begin to explain the situation involving Elva. “Lets go find Elva Saphira.” Everything will be okay little one. She said as she took off into the sky.

If you liked this there are more chapters to it in the link in my signature along with a short summary of the story. I'll post the chapters on here too if people like it.

Endurance

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