Revenge of the Broken (Eragon Alternate Universe)[Now Private]

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    "They stood above the law for the most part they were peace keepers. Galbatorix was a rider, but his dragon was killed when he young. That was one hundred and two years ago. The death of his dragon drove him insane and he blamed it on his teachers and the head rider himself." No image followed this statement, it was only Alaryan's voice in Renon's head.

    This caused suspicion in Renons mind, where Alaryans voice went through his mind, his came through his mouth, voicing his suspicions, "King Galbatorix has kept these lands safe for decades, he won the Great War. Why would he kill off this Order?" he had returned to a seated position, like a student listening to a teacher.

    "Galbatorix was a student but he was power hungry and he had great potential. He destroyed the Riders because they stood in his way. Him and his rebels were called the Forsworn they were the cause of the great war. The war was between the Riders and the Forsworn." she continued with this came an image of Galbatorix of Morzan standing over a pile of dead riders and dragons.

    Renon squeaked as the image of his King came into his head, he use never seen his ruler before, and the image was refreshing. "And what of the survivors, there were dragons in the Great War!" he commented.

    "There are very few survivors, and there is only one living dragon left, but there are three dragon eggs left the rest were destroyed." explained Alaryan "There some of the riders are still living but they are either in hiding or have sided with the Varden." Along with a image ruined city full of charred bones.

    The name of the Varden brought a scowl to his face, with the threat of death seemingly past, he shook his head, pushing away depressed emotions at the city. Renon began coming to false conclusions, "You...Are you with the Varden?" He inquired hotly, his mind suddenly building up defense's, but still grasped the image and words of dragons.

    "I am with neither the varden, nor the empire. I fight when it suits me, i am free i have sworn no binding oaths to anyone." Alaryan relented, noting the conclusions he was drawing.

    Taking in traitors was an infantryman's job, and all he represented was the long arm of the Empire, he narrowed his eyes, he undid his bow from his back, "Wherever the wind takes you...I'm assuming you're being pushed to the Varden. You don't see careless elves in these forests." Her word wasn't good enough, but the dragons and the stories had lulled him back to his childhood.

    "How do you known was heading that? There are numeros directions i could be going." She asked. A few minuets earlier she had sheathed her sword. "I have spoken no lies here,"

    Finally, he was in control, Renon slipped an arrow onto the string, "The only thing south of here is Surda." he stated accusingly, "You can't prove you were going any other way." the man smirked, thinking he had made a successful hostage out of an elf. "You can say as much at your trial."

    Alaryan laughed and turn to walk away "You know nothing Renon." she knew what he thought he could do, and it was kinda funny how ignorent he was. Only the strong can afford to walk alone.

    Renon narrowed his eyes, "Hey! You cant walk away from me!" He called after her uncertainly, "Where are you even going You can't leave me to report on you alone!" The soldier bit his lip, he really needed some sort of proof if he was going to report elves in the woods, Renon seriously couldn't believe the thought even passed through his kind, "A...At least let me come with you!"

    "If you are going to follow then follow." Alaryan called back as she walked away only stopping to pick up her cloak. It didn't really matter to her if he did, but it would be a bit of a change from her usual routen.

    Perhaps the elves did go with the wind. Renon clasped his bow back around his back and steadily followed after his new travelling companion, still clad in the Imperial Crimsons. "Where are we truly headed? There's just desert east, a lake west, and Dras-Leona to the North. So from what I can infer, you dont seem to want to go North." He commented, hefting his bag over his shoulder.

    "To see an old friend," Alaryan allowed as she continued walking east. While to visit this friend they had to go all the way to Du Fells Nagaroth in the center of the desert she was not inclined to share this information with him.

    Of course Renon would keep a log of their travels, and this old friend would mark the first. He shrugged, "Whatever you say, lead on." He replied, taking a sip if ale he had removed from his bag.

    It was late afternoon almost evening and Alaryan had yet to stop for lunch or give a sign that she was going to stop soon. Even though they had gone twenty-five kilometers(15.5 Miles) at a good pace she was not fatigued at all.

    Renon was a choice different example, his legs ached and sweat poured from him like water from a pitcher, "Good gods...This is too far." He managed to complain, he had already stripped off his chainmail, leaving him clad only in his crimson doubtlet and cloak, as well as his blackened pants. The scouts face was red from exhaustion, and his mouth hung open like a dogs, "Please...I must rest." He kept the pace until she gave verbal confirmation.

    As soon as she was out of sight, the scout quickly scrambled onto his hands and knees to acquire some of the cold liquid. He nervously laughed as the water coursed through his throat, he then lay down on his back to collect his bearings, "She's a slavedriver." he muttered to himself.