Inheritance Cycle: Barzûl

After the defeat of Galbatorix, Eragon sets out to find a new home for the new era of Dragon Riders. With the knowledge that only the Eldunarí carry, they guide him across Alagaësia until they reach the destined home for the Dragon Riders. As they settle in, Eragon contacts Nasuada to tell of the place where they are settled, and to only share the information with the Riders who are able to make the journey. But when a new young Rider named Barzûl (Dwarf language means cursed with ill fate) becomes Eragon's third apprentice, the tables begin to turn. As time goes on, Barzûl begins to become eager in learning about Galbatorix and soon begins acting much like the overthrower of the Riders. Can Eragon help Barzûl before he seeps into the insane mind that Galbatorix was once enslaved in? Or will the Riders be destroyed before they are even rebuilt?


9. Hardships of the Journey

    "One sign that you are doing something that isn't good for you, 

is keeping it a secret form people that love and care about you." - Anonymous

     It was the first night that Mersoth and Taeron had been away from Ellesméra, and Taeron hadn't prepared the mountains to be so far away.  He had thought that it would only take him a day to arrive, but he was wrong.  There was no food or water left, though he could summon water, the food would have to wait until he found some plants.  Mersoth offered to hunt for him, but Taeron had rejected any thought of meat.

     I told you that we should've waited for Arya's permission.  If Colbert had come with his dragon, we would've had twice the man power, and we could've worked together.

    Be quiet Mersoth.  Why don't you just fly all the way to Eragon without me if you want to.  His thoughts dripped with sarcasm and Mersoth withdrew from Taeron's mind.  Immediately, Taeron regretted it, though he didn't want to apologize, knowing that if he did, then he would be submitting to his dragon.  It was always the Rider who was right, wasn't it?  Eragon was the master of Saphira, he controlled her right?

     It took forever for Taeron to fall asleep, something was still bothering him, though he couldn't put his hand on it.  Mersoth had still not talked to Taeron since he had blasted at him, and Taeron got the sense that he wasn't going to either.


     Mersoth was already up when Taeron rolled over onto his back to get up.  Sitting next to Taeron was a pile of herbs, leaves, and berries.  A carcass of a dear lay next to Mersoth and a small fire was going.  Grateful for the food, he began eating ravenously.  Mersoth just watched without blinking an eye.  Taking flight, they began their journey again.  No words were spoken, they just flew.

     It had been 4 days, and they were running out of everything.  That night, neither of them ate.  They still hadn't spoken and there was no hope of getting there anytime soon.  When Taeron closed his eyes, exhaustion took him into the deep world of sleep. 

    Mean while, when Mersoth was sure Taeron was asleep, he silently took off for flight.  Following the pull to the mountains, he flew as fast as he could.  Though he was still not full grown, he could fly pretty fast when Taeron wasn't on his back.  Although, he could only fly so fast for a little amount of time due to the famished feel that he had.  No.  I will not fail.  Taeron is exhausted, and Eragon is the only one that can help now.  I must go on!  With that thought, he put on the last of his speed, and just as he could go no more, the mountains came into his view.  The power of the mountains could not be mistaken, and he collapsed on the top of the first one.

     Immediately, blue fire lit the top of the mountain, and he was eye to eye with Saphira.  The legendary dragon.

     Mersoth, we've been waiting for you.  But where is your Rider?  Flashing his memories to her, he recalled everything that had happen, and within two seconds, Eragon was beside him too.  He felt a flow of energy surge through him, and he felt rested and healthy.

     Thank you, Dragon Rider.  

     Mersoth, it is good to see you now, and your Rider will be safe with us by morning.  Will you want to come when we retrieve him?  

     Yes, he is my Rider, and it is my fault that he is here.  I let him tell me what to do.  Do I let him do that because he is my Rider?  Does he control everything I do?  Saphira answered immediately.

     No.  Never.  Your Riders, yes are your people, but you never have to follow their orders.  Unless they have imprisoned you to the point where you can't think for yourself, you have the power to say no.  If I did everything Eragon said, we probably wouldn't be here.  But we do get along, so we know how to talk things out even in the midst of battle.  You will be taught in time.  Now, we will talk on the way to your Rider.  You lead the way.  

     Thank you master Dragon.

     With that, Eragon ran to the edge of the mountain and started a free fall.  It scared Mesoth out of his scales until he saw how Saphira dived into a spiral and they spiraled around each other until Saphira glided under Eragon and caught him in one fluid motion.  They are one spectacular team.  Mersoth thought.


     When Taeron awoke, he knew something was different.  There was the aroma of food, and he knew that not even Mersoth could produce something like this.  Reaching for his sword, he unsheathed it and jumped to his feet ready to attack.  A young man was sitting next to the fire.  Looking up, he smiled and spoke,

     "Eka aí fricai un Shur'tugal!"  Realizing that it was in the ancient language, he deciphered what he said.  I am a Rider and a friend.  Wait a Rider?  Was this Colbert?  No it couldn't be, he was still in Ellesméra.  Then realization struck in.  This was Eragon.  When he looked behind him, he noticed that he rock he was leaning against was pure blue, and was a massive leg.  Following the leg, he saw a head, wings and a tail.  It was Saphira, the legendary dragon.  Stumbling back, he put away his sword and did an awkward bow.  He hadn't expected Eragon to find him.  He was planning to find Eragon, unless.  Turning to Mersoth, he said outloud,

     "You.  You told him how we were, you went to find him.  YOU are MY dragon.  YOU will follow MY orders.  YOU will always obey ME."  Jumping to his feet, Eragon's face was a mask of fury, though his voice was deadly calm and unnerving

     "And you are now my student.  A Dragon Rider does not under any circumstances, yell at their dragon, much less say that they are to be Obey their Rider.  If anything, us Riders should obey our Dragons.  Do you understand?"  Shocked, Taeron could only nod.

     "Good, now you will eat what I've prepared for you, because you ran away from Ellesméra, which by the way, Arya was worried sick about you.  Thinking you were dead.  But you disobeyed her direct orders for you to wait. Being a Rider isn't just fun and games.  It isn't to get stronger, and it isn't to make other people do your work.  When you step onto our mountains, you are going to do all the work, polish your saddles, take off your boots, saddle up your dragon, which by the way, was also very worried about you, and when he got to us, was about to die from exhaustion to save your life.  Now, eat and we will travel back to your school."  Still too shocked to say anything, he sat down numbly and ate.    

     You know, I didn't mean any harm in getting Master Eragon.  Those were the first words that Taeron had heard from Mersoth in a week, and he ran over and hugged him.  

     I'm so sorry Mersoth.

     It's okay, hatchling.

     Off to the side, Eragon and Saphira stood watching as Mersoth and Taeron made amends.

     Remember when you yelled at me to go away when I was just a hatchling?

     Yeah, I remember.

     You thought that I would never forgive you.  

    I was scared I yelled you away.  I had just gotten you Saphira.

     Little one.

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