Alagaësia's Heir ||ON HOLD||

3. The King

Axía

The shimmering clears around me as the dragon stops breathing fire. Look up and see that the bars of my cage have been completely melted. The dragon rider who saved me mutters a word under his breath: Jierda. My bonds break this time, because the magic that stopped them from braking before was connected to the bars. Shaking my wrists, I get up on shaky legs and try to take a step forward. I fall, and the boy asks me:

"You can't walk?"

"You wouldn't be able to either, if you've spent your entire life sitting down, chained to the floor." I grit my teeth and try to stand again, using the wall for support. He holds a hand out to me, and I glance at it warily. I take it, though I stay on guard. 

"He never let you out?" The boy glances behind me to the room that I've sat in ever since I could remember. I look up to the arching roof.

"No." I breath in deeply. The boy looks to his dragon and something hidden passes between them. I've seen my dad and Shurikan display this bond before, and it always infuriates me to not know what's going on. 

"What's your name?" I ask, if just to fill the silence. He waits a beat before replying.

"Eragon."

Eragon

Can she ride you? I silently question Saphira. She sniffs the air. The girl has a nice smell. Yes. I look back to the girl and she glares at me, then looks down to where I still hold her hand, supporting her. I motion towards Saphira, and her eyes open wide.

"What's your name?" She asks me. I wait a second before giving her my answer.

"Eragon," I say. She cocks her head.

"Okay, Eragon." She puts emphasis on my name, as if trying the word out. "Can you tell me who killed my father?" I grimace.

"M— me," I reply, expecting rage. Instead, she smiles.

"Then I cannot thank you enough."