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Destiny Riders	By : ShadowSpark1015 Category: A through F > Eragon Views: 16962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Eragon and Alagaesia are owned by Christopher Paolini. I am doing this purely for fun, no profit is being made from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-I
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
- 13-XIII
- 14-XIV
- 15-XV
- 16-XVI
- 17-XVII
- 18-XVIII
- 19-XIX
- 14
- 15
- 16
The Varden led us through a tunnel and into a large chamber. I pulled my dripping cloak closer around my body, feeling much like I had upon my arrival at Uru'Baen. The memory made me feel ill and I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to be sick. The man leading the group, tall and bald and weak looking, turned. He surveyed us with disdain, his eyes lingering on my longer than necessary.
"Surrender your weapons," he demanded. Eragon slowly handed over his sword while Murtagh was forcefully disarmed by a dwarf. The man looked at me expectantly.
"I don't have any weapons," I said. My voice shook a little.
He scoffed. "Search her."
The man closest to me lunged forward and I swatted him away. A second man stepped forward and grabbed my wrists, locking my hands together. The first man grabbed my cloak and ripped it from my shoulders, tossing it aside. He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back. I shuddered and fought not to start screaming. His hands slid slowly across my hips and down my thighs, then came around the front of my body and started their ascent.
"Stop!" Eragon's shout rang through the cavern, and the man's hands stopped on my hips. "You can see she has no weapons, just stop already!"
The bald man in front of the group looked from me to Eragon and back. "Does it bother you to see her touched?"
Eragon shifted his feet. He wouldn't look at me, but I saw the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks. The bald man saw it too, and he laughed. He turned back to the soldiers holding me. "Finish your search."
Eragon started, and flushed red in anger. He opened his mouth just as the soldier searching me reached my abdomen. I gasped, and he froze.
"Uh, sir?" The man behind me hesitated, and the bald man turned. "Um, there's a... uh... sir, she's..."
Every eye turned to us, and to where the man's hands still lay. Comprehension dawned on everyone at the same time. Eragon looked at me in shock, and Murtagh avoided looking at me entirely. Both soldiers stepped away from me quickly.
"Hmm, you lot are just full of surprises aren't you," the bald man said with barely contained glee. "Alright, on to the testing."
Eragon and Murtagh started and turned back to the lunatic in front of us. "What about Arya? She needs a healer!"
"Yes, yes," the man waved and the men standing closest to Saphira retrieved the sick elf from the dragon's saddle and disappeared into the corridor. "Now stop interrupting, we begin with you!"
The bald man closed his eyes and Eragon stiffened. I started forward, but one of the Varden grabbed my arm and held me back. After what felt like an eternity, the man released Eragon, and the youth collapsed to the floor. I tried to run to him but the bald man turned to me, an unpleasant glint in his eye.
"Your turn," he said, and stepped forward.
"What are you doing," I gasped, stepping back.
He continued forward, undaunted. "I'm going to search your memories. Have to make sure you are trustworthy before we let you in."
"I have no memories," I tried to step back again but found my back against the wall. "They were erased!"
He smiled, and it was not a friendly smile. "I will be the judge of that." He launched himself into my mind with no further warning. I tried to fight back but he batted me away like a fly and started sifting through my memories. He recounted the journey here and all the events leading up to the fight at the falls, lingering on the moments spent with Eragon.
I felt a sudden flutter in my womb, bringing forward all thoughts of the baby. The bald man latched on to the thoughts and followed them back to the beginning. He started pulling forward memories of Uru'Baen, pausing for long moments to examine each one. I felt tears slide down my cheeks as he grasped the memory of Galbatorix coming to my room the first time. To my utter horror and humiliation, he let the memory play itself out, from start to finish. I could feel his excitement and arousal through the mental probe.
As he reached eagerly for the next one, I grabbed the probe and trust him as forcefully as I could from my mind. He renewed his assault and I threw up a mental barrier around the memories of my time in the capital of the empire. Reluctantly, the man searched the rest of my sparse memories with less enthusiasm. Until he came to the bits I rememebered from Vroengard. He examined them carefully, and finally, he withdrew. As his presence left my mind, I felt myself fall to to the ground, and I caught myself on my hands and knees, breathing hard. I felt arms wrap around me and I was pulled into someone's lap. Tears still streamed down my cheeks.
I heard a dwarf yelling at the man, but the man just waved the words away.
"Are you okay?" The voice whispered softly in my ear. I opened my eyes and turned to find my face a hairsbreadth from Eragon's. His eyes searched my face, concerned. I sniffed slightly and nodded. Eragon gently wiped the tears from my cheeks and smiled. He helped me to my feet, but kept his arms around me. I leaned into him and let him hold me.
"Alright, I have determined that these two are not enemies. Now it is down to the third." The bald man turned malevolently toward Murtagh and I saw him stiffen.
"No." The word reverberated around the cavern and I heard Eragon sigh.
"Excuse me?" The bald man gaped at the dark youth before him, and I heard a small chuckle come from the dwarf.
"You aren't searching me. I won't allow it."
"Murtagh," I whispered. His eyes flicked to me, then back to the man.
"You've already said Eragon and Artemis are safe. You have nothing left to threaten me with." Murtagh looked slightly smug while the bald man turned red.
"Fine. Have it your way." The man swept from the room, and the soldiers followed. "Stay here. Don't try to leave."
The dwarf standing closest to Eragon promised to send a meal and fresh clothes down to us and followed the men out, closing a large door behind him. As soon as the bold slid home, we let out a collective sigh and slumped to the floor. Eragon hurried over to Saphira to healing the wounds she received fighting off the Urgals. Murtagh slanted a smile in my direction.
"Well, Princess," he sighed, and I flinched. "I promised I would get you to the Varden. Here you are."
Eragon jerked his head around to stare at me. "Princess?," he inquired.
I sighed. "Only technically. My father was the elf king, Evandar, and my mother was a powerful sorcoress he met during the first battles against Galbatorix."
Eragon looked at me a moment longer before turning back to Saphira and continuing his ministrations. "I'd been meaning to ask about that. I was curious how you were able to use magic when I'd never heard you use the Ancient Language."
"It's always been like that for me. That's actually one of the reasons Galbatorix took such an interest in me when I was sent to Vroengard." I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around my legs, leaning my head back agains the wall behind me. I felt everyone freeze, even Saphira.
Murtagh cleared his throat. "About that...," He hesitated, glancing at me. "How is it that Mr. Crazy Man says you are trustworthy after all that? Or did you manage to hid that little tidbit?"
Eragon glanced up sharply and I flinched again.
"The only thing I hid was the little surprise you sprung on us outside," I said. Murtagh looked away sheepishly. "He knows everything else and is likely reporting everything to the Varden's leader as we speak. Besides, its getting really hard to hide this now." I gestured at my protruding belly.
Both me dropped their gaze, shifting awkwardly. Saphira swung her head around to look at me for a long moment before nudging Eragon with her nose and made a soft rumbling sound. He flushed and looked at her in astonishment, then turned to me. He cleared his throat.
"Erm..." He cleared his throat again. "She wants me to... I mean, she's asking... uh..."
I smiled sadly. "Yes."
Murtagh winced, Eragon paled, and Saphira's head drooped a little. "But you don't know the question yet," Eragon mumbled.
I sighed. "The only time a man gets that flustered is when its something personal, and since I had just mentioned my current condition and we all already know I spent time in Uru'Baen, I can only assume that Saphira was asking if Galbatorix fathered the child I carry. The fact that you almost faited when I answered tells me that I was right in my assumptions."
Murtagh launched to his feet and strode to the far wall. The stiff set of his shoulders told me he was very angry. I just hoped it wasn't directed toward me. Eragon cleared his throat again, and shifted awkwardly. Again. I smiled, finding it oddly amusing that I was making him so uncomfortable.
"How?"
I looked at Murtagh, the fury in his voice taking my by surprise. "How what?"
He spun around and stalked toward me very fast. Eragon launched himself forward as I stood and started to move away. Eragon was only able to take a few steps before Murtagh was directly in front of me. I shrank back into the wall and tried to slide away from the angry man before me. My heart leaped into my throat as he placed his hands on either side of my head, palms flat against the wall. He leaned close.
"How could you let him touch you?"
"I didn't want to," I whispered, feeling faint.
Murtagh laughed harshly. "Didn't you?" He growled, leaning even closer. As his face passed through the light from the lamp above us, I saw his features shift to the harsh lines of Galbatorix's. I screamed and pushed him away, running to the far side of the cavern and sinking to my knees on the floor, wrapping my arms around my torso. I sobbed, expecting rough hands to pin me down at any moment.
"Murtagh!" Eragon yelled sharply. I turned to look over my shoulder at the men. Murtagh was advancing slowly on me. Eragon shoved him back and rushed to my side. "What is wrong with you?"
Eragon knelt next to me, reaching slowly out to me. I pulled back slightly, and he stopped. "Are you okay?"
Murtagh started forward again, but Saphira snarled at him and swung her tail around, dropping it like a barrier between us. Before I knew it, I found myself telling Eragon everything, The more I revealed, the greener Murtagh became. When I was finished, both men looked rather shellshocked. I sniffed and wiped the tears from my face.
"I didn't want any of this. And I tried really hard to prevent it." I sounded like a petulent child and I hated it. Saphira stretched her neck out and peered at me with one massive blue eye. I felt her cautiously pressing at the edges of my mind and I opened to her. Her presence was like a cool breeze blowing through my mind.
'If what you say is true,' she began. 'If the hairless one saw you with Galbatorix, in your own memories, why did he deem you trustworthy? If I had been the one to search you and I had seen them, I would think you a spy.'
"I can't answer that," I replied aloud. "I thought for sure he would order me killed as soon as he discovered the truth of my child's parentage."
The dragon scrutinized me for a moment longer. She blinked at me and withdrew her head, satisfied. 'I believe you, girl. I sense no ill will in you. Just a terrible desperation.'
I sagged back against the wall with a relieved sigh, and Eragon took my hands, drawing me to my feet. He led me over to where Saphira was curled up and sat down by her side, pulling me into his lap.
"Saphira trusts you, that's good enough for me," he smiled. He looked happy, but still a little concerned.
I searched his face. "It doesn't bother you?"
He looked puzzled. "What"
"I just told you that I am carrying the child of your sworn enemy. That I'm pregnant at all makes me a pariah, and the fact that it is the the illegitimate child of the king makes me little better than a concubine."
Eragon's feartures hardened. "Never say that again. There have been far worse scandals in Carvahall. You were an unwilling participant in the... activities that resulted in your current condition. I can't look at you any differently because of what you told me. I still trust Murtagh. He had no more control over his situation than you do of yours. And I will not allow you to speak of yourself in such a manner."
I searched his face. He seemed sincere. The longer I looked at him the softer his features became. A soft smile played about his lips as he gazed at me. What surprised me the most, though, was the look in his eyes. It was the same look Galbatorix had worn when he talked to me of our time together on Vroengard, but much softer and much less frightening.
Murtagh cleared his throat. "I hate to interrupt your little moment, but they brought us food. And some clothes. I suggest we change first, then eat."
We agreed, and Murtagh handed me a bundle of cloth while avoiding my gaze. I walked around Saphira's tail and heard a rustle as the light was obscured. I whimpered in fear.
"It's just Saphira, she thought you might like some privacy," Eragon said from across the cavern. I willed a light into life and a small orb appeared in front of me. Saphira had unfolded one of her wings and blocked me from the views of the men. Unfortunately there were no lanterns in my corner so she had also cut off all light as well.
I unfolded the bundle of clothes to find some simple white undergarments and a simple green gown. I shed my damp clothing and shrugged into the undergarments while scrutinizing the dress. I knew it was going to be small, and when I slipped it on, I was right. The dropped waistband went right across my womb, making it uncomfortably tight. I summoned a small amount of power and adjusted the waistband higher., bringing it up under my breasts, letting out a breath as I did. I smiled. Much better.
'I'm ready, thank you,' I told the dragon. She lifted her wing, and I went to rejoin the men where they were already sitting. Eragon handed me a bowl of steaming soup and a hunk of bread. We sipped the soup in silence, Murtagh only pretending to eat before setting his bowl aside and pulling his cloak around himself. he laid down, facing away from us.
Exhaustion washed over my as I realized how tired I was. My eyes drooped and my head fell back against Saphira's side. When Eragon gently pulled the bowl from my hands, I barely moved. I never felt it when he gently laid me down on the floor, and I was asleep before he pulled me into his arms and held me close.
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