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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
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The road to Uru'baen was long and rough. We marched until it was so dark we could not see our hands before our faces, and set out again at dawn the next day. The villagers were put into one tent in the center of the camp with several armed guards. We were given blankets, but made to sleep on the ground. A few of the blankets were spread on the ground as makeshift beds, and the rest were shared between us. We all slept in a large group to conserve warmth as the nights grew chill, the women in the center of the group with the men arranged around them. There were three other girls my age, and the older women always put the four of us in the very center.
"If any soldiers try to come in here for any of you, the rest of us will know first," one of them told me as we lay down the first night. We slept fitfully, but thankfully it was uninterrupted. The next morning as camp was broke down, and the villagers lashed back together, I was pushed back into Minna's saddle and bound once again. This time, however, the captain himself led my horse, at the front of the column, right next to his. We marched again, well into the night. As camp was set up, a bad feeling settled over me. I was being led away from the rest of the villagers.
"Take her to my tent. Bind her wrists and ankles. Post guards. Don't let anyone in, and don't let her out." The captain handed Minna's reins to another soldier and walked away. The soldier untied my ankles from the stirrups and helped me out of the saddle onto the ground. As soon as my hands were free of the saddle horn, I ripped them from the soldier's grasp and ran. More soldiers converged on me, grabbing at my arms, holding me. They picked me up and carried me into their captain's tent.
"Fiesty, this one," one remarked as they set me down. He grabbed my ankles and held them together as another soldier bound them.
"Yeah," another agreed, straightening up. "King Galbatorix is gonna like her. Maybe if we're lucky, he'll give her to one of us as a bride." They chuckled together as they walked out.
"Not likely," a third remarked. "With hair like that, and as much fight as she's got in her, he'll probably keep her for himself, though it would be the first time. I've not heard of him taking a woman for himself yet."
I froze in terror. Only the Gods knew what would happen to me if I stayed. I had to get free somehow. I struggles against my bonds, the rope biting into my skin. No matter how hard I pulled, which way I twisted, I could not get free. I had just decided to try to use my teeth to loosen the knot at my wrists when the tent flap pulled back and in strode the captain.
He grinned at me, lying on the cot in the center of the tent, skirt askew from struggling against the rope. "Well, well. Look what we have here." He walked toward me slowly. He tugged the ends of his shirt out of his pants as he came, drawing it over his head.
"What do you want from me? Let me go back to be with my friends, please," I begged. The only response was a feral grin and more rope being pulled from the saddlebags piled in the corner of the tent.
"Now, where is the fun in that?" The captain yanked my arms above my head and lashed them to the cot. Tears pricked my eyes and I blinked them back. I would not let him make me cry. His hands were on my ankles, moving upward and taking my skirt with them. I turned my head away, afraid of what would come next. "I can't take you, you are bound for the king, but that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun first." His fingers plunged into my core, throwing my head back and making me scream at the intrusion.
"Please! Please don't do this," I begged of him. His hands left my body and relief washed through me, only to be replaced by despair as he shoved a strip of cloth between my teeth. His fingers resumed their probing, moving in and out of my body.
The captain groaned. "You are so warm, girl. So tight." His free hand went to his pants, and began unlacing the front. His engorged member sprang loose, and he began stroking himself. Finally he stopped probing my body. I hoped he was done but he ripped the gag from my mouth and pressed himself to my lips. "Open your mouth." He commanded. He gripped my jaw and forced it to open, pushing his shaft into my mouth. Tears streamed freely down my face as he pumped his hips, moving back and forth in my mouth. He began moaning and moving faster, his hand on the back of my head, tangled in my hair. "Damn girl, you make me want to explode. You swallow what I give you to swallow, or else." I whimpered in terror as he shoved himself deep down my throat. He came with a groan and a grunt and spilled his seed down my throat. Finally he pulled away and stuffed himself back in his pants.
"Too bad we reach Uru'baen in the morning, we could have had so much fun together." He threw his shirt back on and left me sobbing on the cot, dreading the morning, which would reveal my fate to me.
The night passed slowly. I slept fitfully, not allowing myself to sleep any deeper than a doze. Relief and despair vied for dominance in my belly when the sounds of the soldiers breaking camp arose in the morning. Voices reached my ears but I didn't the meaning of the words was lost on me. The only thought on my mind was finding a way away from the soldiers before we reached Uru'baen.
The tent flap rustled as a soldier poked his head through. He looked around and started in surprise when he saw me, still tied to the cot, staring back at him. "What are you doing in here? I thought all prisoners were in the same tent." He looked young, about 16 summers. His hair was sandy, and his eyes were a deep brown. He looked so innocent staring back at me.
I shook myself. He was a soldier of Galbatorix. There was nothing innocent about them. "Your captain brought me here. I want to go home."
"Sorry, miss. I have my orders." He shrugged apologetically as he entered the tent and started to untie the ropes binding me to the cot. He dragged me outside, where other soldiers were waiting to break down the tent and make it ready to transport. They peered at me curiously before going about their duties, and I was pulled toward the very center of the camp. Soldiers all around me were hard at work tearing down the tents and storing them in wagons. The remainder of the villagers were clustered together, ropes tying their hands together in a large chain. My mare was standing not far from them. The soldier pulling me along led me over to my mount and tied my already bound hands to the pommel horn and left me standing there next to Minna.
"Tari," a whispered voice said. I looked around to see who was talking to me. The soldiers were all absorbed in their various tasks. "Tari!," the voice came again, more insistent. I turned toward the villagers. One of the older women was leaning slightly forward, and several of the others were watching the soldiers carefully. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Are you all okay?" I scanned the faces turned toward me.
"We are all fine. What happened last night? Where did they take you?"
Before I could answer her, the soldier walked over, cutting our short conversation off. "Time to go, miss," he said to me, lifting me into the saddle and helping me arrange my skirts before lashing my ankles to the stirrups and leading Minna back to the front of the mass of soldiers. I looked back over my shoulder at the villagers and dismay gripped my heart. The woman who was talking to me- Rayna, I remembered, the miller's wife-had tears tracking down her cheeks as she watched me being led away. When I turned back to the front, terror gripped me and any hopes I had of trying to escape vanished. We had camped in the shadows of Uru'baen. A wail of despair came from the villagers as they saw what lay in front of us.
"March!" The captain barked the order harshly, and Minna jolted as her reins were yanked on and she started forward. With every step, the capital city came closer, and dread settled on my shoulders even more, making them hunch. "Sit up straight, my pretty young one. You don't want to be presented to the king looking so miserable do you? Don't worry, we will get you a new gown before you go before His Majesty." He leered unpleasantly at me as the shadow from the massive rock shelf fell across us. Pride straightened my shoulders and I entered the city sitting tall in my saddle.
Cheers arose around us, startling me. It appeared that the whole of the city had turned out to see the triumphant return of their soldiers. Many women ran into the mass of men greeting their husbands in joy. I saw many of the older women in the crowd point at me and put their heads together to whisper. I held myself straight and refused to acknowledge them. Unfortunately, that forced me to look straight at the citadel in the center of the city, where we were apparently headed. Massive doors opened as we approached, and a strange creature with deathly pale skin and bright red hair stood in front of us. We halted and waited.
"King Galbatorix welcomes you all back, and bids welcome to the newcomers. Gentlemen, you know what to do from here." He gave a strangely creepy smile and turned and disappeared inside.
The captain stood in his stirrups. "Divide the prisoners. Take the men to the barracks and await further orders. Take the women to the dressing chamber and get them changed, then wait for me. The rest of you, dismissed!" He dismounted as the soldiers broke rank and milled about for a second before moving off to their appointed tasks, or back to their families. Cries could be heard coming from the villagers as they were separated and pulled off to their respective places.
Hands grasped me and pulled me from the saddle. I hadn't even noticed when my ankles were unbound. My wrists were untied from the saddle and I and the rest of the women from my village were led into a plush chamber off the main hall. Guards were posted at the door and we were left alone in the room. Rayna rushed to me and untied my hands as I stood looking around. The room was beautiful, decorated in scarlet and gold. There were wardrobes all around the walls with dresses hanging in them of many different colors and fabrics. Upon closer inspection, I realized the dresses were arranged by color, and there were wardrobes covering the lower half of the walls.
Moments later, several women dressed as servingwomen entered the room. "Please choose a dress and change. If any of you need help, please feel free to ask." Some of the women immediately went to look at the luxurious dresses, the three girls my age among them. They immediately chose three of the most luxurious gowns there and, chatting amicably as though they were still at home in the village, began to change. Most of the women had a glazed look about them and had to be encouraged by the servants. I wandered idly over to one of the wardrobes, only to be stopped by one of the servants.
"Oh, no miss, you are to wear a specific dress." She went to a wardrobe on the other side of the room, one that was previously closed, pulled a key on a necklace from inside her dress and unlocked the massive doors. She opened them, and a gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it, and it was echoed across the room. A single gown hung inside, made from crushed velvet in deep emerald green. Gold bands wrapped just above the elbows and a bit of cloth draped from under them, green like the dress, but opening up to reveal gold. At the waist, another band of gold wrapped around, and more gold cloth draped in a fall starting in a peak at the belt and flaring down. It was simple compared to some of the dresses, but its beauty lay in its simplicity.
I stood still as two women came and helped me into the gown. "How do you know who I am?"
One of the women looked startled at the question. "What do you mean?"
"There are three other young women my age here.," I said, gesturing around the room. "At least more women here. How can you be so sure I am the one that is supposed to wear this?"
The servants looked at each other nervously, then back at me. I continued my panicked questioning. "The soldiers kept saying I was bound for the king. How could they possibly know what is going to happen? Maybe the king will take one look at me and send me to the kitchens."
"Oh, that one I can answer for you," piped up one of the younger women. ""All ladies are to be brought before the king when they arrive. We have many soldiers here who desire wives and children. Unfortunately, we do not have enough young women in the city to satisfy every young man. So when a new group of refugees enters the city, the young women are taken to the king and a young soldier comes to take her and give her a home." She looked proud of herself. I could only stare at her. Finally, I regained my composure. Mostly.
"Refugees?!" The word all but exploded from me. "Is that what the soldiers are calling us? Funny, I was thinking of a totally different description for it."
Suddenly, the door opened, interrupting my tirade.

A/N Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I promise to try harder.
Inspiration for the dress: http://media.photobucket.com/image/emerald%20green%20dress%20gold/dianaprince2/Fall09/Halloween09.jpg
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