Eragon Rewritten

Chapter 3

(Drake POV)

The hall was too dark for a human to comfortably see, but Drake had no reason to worry. He wasn’t entirely human after all, but no one knew that.

He was dressed in all black. Black breeches with a black tunic. Black leather boots on his feet. To finish the look off, he had a black robe thrown on over his regular clothes with the hood up so no one would be able to identify him if they were to see him.

After checking one last time to make sure that he was indeed alone, he slunk forward to the door surrounded by magical wards. As he went about circumventing the wards, he thought how Galbatorix was too arrogant for his own good. It was that arrogance that would eventually be his downfall. He believed he could make everyone be loyal to him, and the one’s that he couldn’t make loyal he would kill. He never thought someone would dare to betray him in his very own domain. How wrong he was.

This was the moment Drake had spent years waiting for. He knew this was what he was supposed to do, and he knew this was the time to do it. Drake had spent the years he had been waiting gaining the trust of the evil tyrant. Making the king believe he was his most loyal subject, willing to do anything for him, just to get to this moment here.

Drake listened to everything the king had said to him over the years. Being so confident in his magical ability Galbatorix had told Drake every enchantment that lay on this door, and the objects behind the door. Never for a moment believing Drake, his right hand man in Urû’baen, would betray him in this way. Alas, it was Drake’s destiny.

The wards on the door disabled, Drake checked once again to make sure no one was near this area. Satisfied he was still the only one around here, he slipped quietly inside. Sitting on two magically guarded pedestals were two of the last three dragon eggs left in the world. One was a polished dark blue with thin veins of white spider webbing across the surface. The other one was the same as the first, except it was a dark ruby red color.

He didn’t have time to stop and admire the beauty of the eggs before him. He got to work right away on disabling the wards the mad king had set around the precious eggs. As soon as he was done with that, he stuffed the eggs into the sack he had brought with him. Taking care to be gentle as he hurriedly fled.

Surprisingly, no one gave chase. Drake wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the fact that Galbatorix was not trying to get the eggs back already must mean something else important must have happened. No matter. Drake didn’t know where he was supposed to take the eggs, but there was a compulsion within him to head towards the Beor Mountains.

He had always had feelings like this in his life, and they had never led him astray. So he decided to follow this feeling, and head towards the Dwarven Kingdom.

(Eragon POV)

“I had wondered where I had sent it. I am pleased to see that it is safe.” Eragon was relieved to see the dark emerald stone like egg. He reached out with his mind to feel the dragon inside peacefully sleeping as he had been when Eragon had sent him away, but there was something a bit different about the hatchling. He was more aware of the world outside of his home, but not fully. It was like something had begun to wake him, but it was not powerful enough to fully rouse the green dragon.

“You are the one who sent it?” Arya asked curiously.

“Aye. I am. You said you were delivering it to the Varden?” Eragon directed his question towards Brom, after briefly answering Arya’s inquiry. He saw Arya’s face fall from the corner of his eye, but paid no attention to her.

“Yes. We are.” Brom gruffly replied.

“Very well. I shall accompany you there, if you don’t mind?” He politely asked of Brom.