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Fallen into you Part 1 (Eragon x reader)
Eragon let out a battle cry. "For the Varden!" He yelled, "For the Varden!" the soldiers behind him repeated, and attacked the Castle of Lord Gerrik that lay before them. They heard the alarm signal in the castle and the gate began to close. Eragon climbed on Saphira, Brisingr in his right hand and a shield in the other. Saphira jumped into the air, Eragon uttered a simple spell to stop the gates from closing. he took the energy from the ring on his finger, so he wouldn't be exhausted by the time they landed. the gates stopped moving, giving enough space to let the Varden in. Saphira roared. The battle had begun.
The roar of something big awakened you from your slumber. When you sat upright, more noise reached the bloodstained cell you were in. you stood up the bed -the only piece of furniture exept for a toilet and a little closet for you clothes- to look out of the barred window your cell had. You saw a battalion of 700 soldiers reach the castle, proba
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Arcada Chronicles - 34
Bellview’s Hidden Threat
“Why did you attack the Rider?” Jack Lawson demanded.
Eragon and the IOB Agent, having agreed that they had to find out what was going on in the camp and discover the nature of ‘Sophos’, a potential Magefall agent spreading dissenting views among the camp residents, and thus prevent a potential incident from occurring, and escalating into something uncontrollable, had found themselves in an interrogation room, a small, windowless room with but a table, several folding chairs, an intercom and recording device, and a bank of mirrors along the back wall – which Eragon discovered, to his true surprise, were windows, reflective within, but when viewed from the room adjacent to this one, transparent, allowing others to observe discretely what happens inside the interrogation room.
At the moment, shutters had been closed over the mirrors in order to obstruct any view from the observation room, Jack Lawson somewhat s
Arcada Chronicles - 33
A Saviour’s Challenges
The man before Eragon seethed with anger, strained exhalations pushed through gritted teeth.
He held a sword in a raised position, the blade a crudely fashioned length of sharpened steel with more than a few notches, dents and the odd patch of rust, embedded in a wooden handle, the join tightened by leather strapping which wrapped the entirety of the hilt to serve as grip as well.
Eragon held his own Sword, Brisingr, before himself, though he had the weapon lowered in a much less threatening, but no less ready, position. After a moment, Eragon’s posture relaxed, seeing that this man, though driven by a powerful hatred, something he knew not to underestimate in even unskilled foes, there was clear evidence that the man lacked experience or instruction. If possible, Eragon wished to calm him down first.
From his periphery, the Rider spied Jack Lawson with his pistol drawn, the man utterly oblivious to the firearm trained at his c
Arcada Chronicles - 32
Ahead of Eragon was a raised hut, sitting upon stilts, a thin veneer of wood surrounding the outer supports to effectively create a ‘lower’ floor, in which, through the gaps in the wood, he could see the Alagaesians in the camp had stored all manner of items, mostly tools and bags of grain… though the hut seemed only large enough for one of two people, so there was not much stored below.
As he looked about, more Alagaesians gathered, eying Eragon – and Saphira, especially – with an intense intrigue.
They were murmuring, but all went quiet as the wooden door at the front of the hut’s upper level opened.
Out stepped a short, wizened man, his great age apparent from the spots upon his wrinkled, dry skin, the thin wisps of white hair on an almost bare head, and the intricately carved, cedar walking stick he supported himself on, decorated with fine etchings of various plants and crops and what appeared to be a river snakin
Arcada Chronicles - 31
The Internment Camp
Eragon wasn’t sure what to do with this new information; Alagaesians, his own countrymen and women, held prisoner within Arcada.
He looked to Arya, who was expressing, if mildly, a rare moment of surprise, though she seemed mostly intrigued.
Maenor, as ever, did not appear so shocked at the development.
Orrin glared at President Anders.
“You would imprison our people? You would do this without our knowledge, without any hope of ever seeing freedom ever again? And you expect us to see you as messengers of peace?!” he snarled.
“King Orrin, please,” Nasuada shot, the tone of her voice forceful and losing its tolerance. It was sharp and swift, such that Orrin backed down with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The Empress then sighed out, and looked to Anders.
“Do you have an explanation as to why you imprisoned Alagaesians?” she asked. It was clear by the tone of her voice she would not be accepting