The two nomads had been wandering the wilderness for months, and now they had finally arrived. Exchanging a glance at the mouth of the cave that they had set out for what seemed like years ago, they ventured forth into the dark, knowing full well what lay ahead of them. Knowing that they would succeed in killing the thing within the cave, or die.
The cave had a horrid smell to it. As their journey inwards continued, it became difficult to breathe, as if something in the air was draining their very life force. Yet still they proceeded forward, determined to reach it – determined to reach him.
As the path continued to steepen, the nomads began to hear raspy breaths from within the depths, sending chills down their spines. There was no turning back now. Further on they walked, more slowly now, for fear of waking the beast within – for it would spell certain doom for all of Alagaësia if this particular creature were to wake.
Drawing their swords as quietly as they could, they approached the behemoth lying on the ground several metres ahead of them. As they drew closer, the sheer size of it became apparent. Sharing one last glance, they both lifted their swords to strike – as the creature quickly leapt forward, defying all logic in the speed of its attack, and flung aside the first nomad as if he were no more than an irritating fly. The nomad hit the wall with a loud crack, and was no more.
The second nomad, however, had managed to dance back, and now stood facing the beast. It appeared even larger now that it was standing, and those bright yellow eyes stared at her as if it could see into her very soul. The nomad turned to run, and a harsh laughter began to come from the beast. Despairing, she bolted back towards the cave entrance, but before she got two steps away, the beast was chasing after her and smacked her against the wall, where her body fell, lifeless.
It began to laugh again, so loudly that all of Alagaësia must surely hear it, because it was certain that they would soon know of what had occurred here. And as it stood there laughing maniacally, he began to expand the bubble of his mind outwards, searching for worthy challenges. He walked out from his cave, into the part of the world they called Anghelm. His realm.
The Urgal King had awoken from his slumber. And he was coming.
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The Inheritance Cycle: Anghelm
FanfictionA year and a half after the defeat of Galbatorix at the hands of Eragon and the Varden, Alagaësia has moved forward - without Eragon. Abroad training the two new Riders that have been sent to him, Eragon's mind is attacked by a force far more powerf...
