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Just wondering what the hell did Marcus Tàbor do to get Galbatorix out of his castle after he hadn't moved his ass for about eighty years
#destroying the Varden? boring#Killing your own servants? Yay!#galbatorix#eragon#the inheritance cycle#marco tabor#Dras Leona#christopher paolini#the varden#the world of eragon
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Inheritance is the most brutal book of the series which makes narrative sense but my God is it hard to read.
#inheritance cycle#i keep stopping in the middle of battles and shit bc duh but then the idea of jumping back in..... nerve wracking#just finished dras leona and now they are getting attacked AGAIN????#i cant TAKE JT
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I genuinely love Eragon, I think he's a good person, but his attitude towards Murtagh specifically has this distinct, almost cold lack of empathy. And it's strange he feels like that in this particular situation because Murtagh's fate- his capture, his torture, his dragon used like a hostage, their enslavement- that exact fate in its entirety is bearing down on Eragon through the whole story. Because that's exactly what would happen to Eragon if he's ever captured. That fate is snapping at his heels; it gets close enough to draw blood. Yet Eragon tends to act like he's above Murtagh's situation. He looks on it with pity, but also disgust, all with an air of distance and separation. There's never a horrified realization that this is what's waiting for him if Galbatorix captures him.
For that reason, I think Eragon's lack of empathy for Murtagh stems in part from a rather desperate optimism. He refrains from considering the worst possibilities to avoid despair over what he can't control. But that leads to this jarring disregard for the suffering of a man he is irrevocably connected to. Murtagh is a mirror of Eragon, reflecting what would become of him if the king ever gets his hands on him. Eragon is not above this; he is, in fact, so terrifyingly vulnerable to it. Even as he fails to imagine himself in Murtagh's place and understand him in that way, Eragon is the one most likely to end up in that place.
That alone should warrant empathy, but Murtagh is more than just a mirror. Eragon's luck has not held out, he has not been fortunate enough to outright avoid what Murtagh fell victim to, and the singular reason he's been spared that fate is Murtagh himself. Three times. Once outside of Dras Leona when he rescues him from the Ra'zac, again in Gil'ead when he'd been captured by Durza, and a third time on the Burning Plains when he lets him go despite his orders. Murtagh saves Eragon from capture, torture, and enslavement under Galbatorix and he does it over and over. Murtagh simultaneously exemplifies the worst fate Eragon could suffer while singlehandedly protecting him from it. And Eragon never once acknowledges it.
#AU- on the burning plains when Eragon says 'You have become your father' Murtagh replies 'Not my father. I have become YOU.'#'I am what you'd be if I hadn't been there to save you. Like you weren't there to save me.'#anyway#eragon#inheritance cycle#ic analysis#murtagh#eragon shadeslayer#seriously how does my boy think so poorly of murtagh considering everything?#iirc theres a couple moments where eragon does consider murtaghs perspective regarding his upbringing in uru'baen#and he does empathize with that situation#but thats such a moot point by then and its importance utterly pales in comparison to that of murtaghs current enslavement
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Hey hello, it's not me again poking around the Inheritance Cycle's timeline.
The question: How old is Murtagh?
In book 1 we have a lot of reference to past events.
Eragon found Saphira's egg, and if I am not mistaken, she hatched eighteen days later. (see Ch. Dragon Tales, the hatching is in Fate's Gift) When the ra'zac came, Sloan said Eragon tried to sell the egg circa three months ago, which means she was 2,5-3 months old when Garrow died and they fled. (Ch. Strangers in Carvahall)
Murtagh in book 4 said Tornac and Garrow died around the same time. (Ch. Small rebellions) (Side note: according to Inheriwiki, this was still 7999. In Murtagh (2023) Ch. A Question of Faith placed this event to the end of winter. New Year must be in the spring in Alagaësia.)
Eragon turned sixteen on the way from Dras-Leona to Gil'ead. (Book 1, Capture at Gil’ead) During their fist night in Farthen Dûr, Murtagh said he had a dinner with the king on his last birthday, on the day he turned eighteen. (Ch Hunting for Answers) In the same chapter, it is also stated that he was three when he got his scar, and Selena vanished for months (Eragon in Ch Dragon Tales said she spent five months in Carvahall, and for that I'm angry forever, but let's not go there).
The answer: Murtagh was already at least five month past his third birthday when Eragon was born. Which means, he must have had his nineteenth birthday at the latest around the time the story started, and when he was still very much in Urû'baen.
Possible explanations:
He was talking about birthday celebrations and he didn't have any after he reached the age of majority.
His mind glitched and he forgot how old is he. (Like I do from time to time.)
Dear author's mind glitched. (It happens. No hard feelings.)
Edit: Sad Tonhal is sad. Someone already made a timeline, which makes some things clear. Others... not so much. LINK
#inheritance cycle#murtagh#eragon#saphira#christopher paolini#world of eragon#i might have a problem#yeah well why not go and write half an essay on tumblr instead of working#i hate in-text citation so much#tonhal pofázik
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I’m starting to think that Az Sweldn Rak Anhuin is more involved with the dreamers or at least the Helgrind cult. After all, it was Amethyst crystals that were used to trap Arya and Eragon under Dras Leona. Probably not the whole clan since I’m sure they have their people that would rather not even bother deposing dragons at all. There might even be some families who hadn’t forgotten how devoted Anhuin was to the riders and hate what the clan had become. If Murtagh’s enemies suddenly have a lot of amethyst crystals at their disposal, I think that answers how Az Sweldn Rak Anhuin manages to find trade without having to appease their kingdom. Only time will tell though
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Mark one tally under the “Eragon didn’t do the dumbass thing” column.
He nearly “freed” a slave in Dras Leona but realised they wouldn’t get away.
He literally thought “think Eragon, this how you got into trouble with the urgals”
Can’t believe he’s learned his lesson this soon, though Brom Was drilling on this for weeks after the urgals so I’d give him the credit
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Eragon trivia i found interesting bc why not
Saphira could not imagine going into battle looking anything but her best (Inheritance, pg 316)
the High Priest of Helgrind had mental battle tactics Eragon had never experience before, such as binding the stray thoughts of Eragon, Arya, and Solembum to one another, thus making them briefly lose track of their identity (Inheritance, pg 309)
the dragons were the greatest enemies of the Ra’zac (Inheritance, pg 290)
Saphira referred to a powerful storm as ”wing-breaking” (Inheritance, pg 266)
Arya had wanted to continue serving her mother as ambassador of the elves after the war’s end (Inheritance, pg 250)
She also thought that too little happens in Ellesméra (Inheritance, pg 250)
Saphira does not like not knowing if someone is creeping up on her. she said it makes her scales itch (Inheritance, pg 249)
Arya’s eyes shimmer in the light (Inheritance, pg 249). this can be assumed to be an elven trait
Garven, once a guard of Nasuada, had been reduced to a slack-jawed dreamer after delving into the minds of Blödhgarm and his eleven other elves (Inheritance, pg 247). he later recovered, though his gaze still held a dreamy quality (pg 374)
When sparring with Eragon, Arya uttered a soft, catlike growl (Inheritance, pg 239). this can be assumed to be an elven trait
according to Glaedr, the way of the warrior is the way of knowing (Inheritance, pg 235)
Had it not been for Eragon and Saphira and Glaedr’s duty to them, Glaedr would have gone mad a long time ago [after the death of Oromis] (Inheritance, pg 230)
every time Saphira thought of Thorn, she became confused and uncertain, something she was unaccustomed to (Inheritance, pg 315)
Saphira thought of Eragon as a fierce hunter thatvwas small and easily squished (Inheritance, pg 317)
Saphira referred to Arya as dragon-blood-elf (Inheritance, pg 319)
dragon blood is scalding in temperature (Inheritance, pg 331)
Thorn has talons as large as a man (Inheritance, pg 331)
the elf Wyrden, one of Eragon and Saphira’s twelve elven bodyguards, was among Queen Islanzadí’s oldest and most powerful spellcasters (Inheritance, pg 336)
after seeing Wyrden’s funeral, Eragon wanted an apple tree planted over him so that his friends and family could eat the fruit of his body (Inheritance, pg 339)
Arya joked with Eragon that she could’ve kept the Shade Varaug as a slave to do her bidding (Inheritance, pg 340)
by the battle of Dras-Leona, Saphira was larger than a house, with Thorn larger than two houses due to Galbatorix’s meddling (Inheritance, pg 350). considering the average (two-storied) house is 20ft tall, this would make Saphira 20+ feet at the shoulder and Thorn 40+ feet. they both have claws, fangs, and spikes larger than Eragon’s body
Nar Garzhvog tore a man apart with his bare hands as easily as Eragon would tear apart a roast chicken (Inheritance, pg 351)
Arya was far more accomplished at manipulating others than Eragon (Inheritance, pg 362)
Eragon dreamed of his and Saphira’s departure from (the mainland of) Alagaesia before it came to pass (Inheritance pg 373)
werecats were the friends of dragons and Dragon Riders (Inheritance, pg 380)
there are mountains in Alagaesia that might have been formed via magic (Inheritance, pg 382)
the island of Vroengard, in the city of Doru Araeba, contained a crystal fortress (Inheritance, pg 386)
solembum stated that Galbatorix was not the only power in the world to be reckoned with (Inheritance, pg 388)
#Eragon#The Inheritance Cycle#moonspeak#this stuff likely isn’t in the inheriwiki pages but if it is at least it’s confirmation#Saphira#Glaedr#Arya
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Modern Inheritance: Mates (One Word Prompt Story)
Set in that ambiguous time period of MIC's plot where Dras Leona happened in Inheritance but Nasuada wasn't captured and the war kept dragging on.
(A/N: I can't say I'm back, but it is good to be writing again. I don't know where this romance muck came from but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't oddly fond of it. It started as a humor piece and then actually got serious for a bit. This could be considered a follow up to the other one word prompt Wonder. Hope you enjoy!)
Eragon ran his fingers through his hair again, doing his best to comb it back to its normal disarray.
‘Do I look normal?’ He turned to Saphira, palms out and held away from his body as he did a quick 360 spin. He was pretty sure his clothes were fine, he had stopped by his tent to grab a fresh set but hadn’t been able to find a mirror.
The dragon snorted, an undercurrent of laughter weaving through her voice. ‘Normal? Do you mean to ask if you look like you just had a wild rut with your bodyguard and eternal infatuation for the first time last night?’ Saphira lowered her head and regarded him with one large eye, mirth dancing in the pre-dawn light reflected there.
Eragon felt his ears promptly turn a dark crimson. ‘Could you please stop calling it that?’ He pleaded. ‘It makes it sound so…animalistic. It was more than that, it was….’ The young Rider trailed off, his face heating up as well as memories of the encounter began flitting to the forefront of his mind. ‘I shouldn’t be thinking about it right now. Just…do I look okay?’
Saphira contained her giggles as best she could. She knew what the previous night meant for Eragon, what it meant for his heart and what it meant for them both as a bonded Rider and Dragon. She could feel underneath his nerves that the young man was practically leaping with joy, his heart singing with a completion that had evaded him for so long. Teasing him was fun, especially with how flustered he was in the moment, but she would never leave him without support. Even when letting him squirm was exponentially more entertaining.
So she cocked her head this way and that, gently nudged him slightly to get a better look, and gave him a cursory sniff. ‘You still smell like sex.’
‘Saphira!’
‘Not enough for the elves to detect.’ The dragon assured. After looking him up and down one more time, bobbing her head, Saphira gave him a gentle chuff. ‘You look fine. Very normal.’
Eragon let out a sigh of relief he didn’t realize he was holding. ‘Thank you.’ Still a bit nervous, he nodded towards the makeshift pens the Varden had set up to hold their animals. ‘I guess if you want something to eat, now’s the time.’
Saphira merely folded her paws over each other and rested her head on the ground. ‘I hunted last night. I will wait for you here.’ She gave him a nudge with a short blast of air from her nostrils, pushing him towards the near empty mess tent. ‘Go on. Be normal.’
He gave her a nervous smile and pushed through the flap, trying to hide the excited shaking of his hands.
Inside the tent was dim, lit only by a few soft lanterns scattered throughout. His elven bodyguards were already arrayed at several tables, eating their breakfasts before dawn as they usually did. The quiet murmur of their voices only paused for a moment when Eragon entered, and then returned to the low mumble of a typical morning.
Collecting his food from the trays set out by the cooks, Eragon quickly found a seat across Brom and Glenwing at an otherwise empty table.
“Morning.” He nodded to them both. Just be normal.
“Good morning, Eragon.” Glen smiled, raising two of his mechanical fingers in greeting.
Brom just grunted, hunched over his coffee.
First hurdle crossed. Relieved, the young Rider ducked his head and began attacking his breakfast. Who knew that spending a majority of the night entangled in someone’s arms would be so draining?
So focused on his meal, Eragon didn’t notice when Glen glanced up and did a sudden double take. Nor when the elf nudged the young man’s father beside him.
Eragon did notice when Brom suddenly choked on his coffee.
He looked up, concerned, as the old man coughed and banged his chest, face turning red. “Hey, you okay?”
“Totally fine.” Brom wheezed. There was no mistaking it. That was definitely there. Brom was still getting used to being a proper father, no matter the smattering of years that passed since revealing his relation to the boy. He couldn’t tell if he should be proud, worried, or angry.
Glen just hid his smile with a sip of his tea. Taken them long enough. He was happy for them.
A few minutes later the tent flap brushed open. Eragon stiffened his muscles, resisting the urge to turn. He knew exactly who had just walked in. They had planned it after all. Don’t show up at the mess together, or too close together.
“Good morning, sir.” He could hear some of the sleepiness still in her voice as she greeted Blödhgarm as normal, could practically see in his mind's eye the way she tapped her knuckles to her chest in a tired elven salute. “Reporting for duty.”
“Good morning, Arya.” Blödhgarm’s smooth voice remained even. Good. He didn’t notice anything.
The relief trickling in abruptly halted when Blödhgarm suddenly let out an uncharacteristic choked cough. But that had to be just a coincidence, because Eragon could hear that Arya was already walking by as it happened. Her footsteps stopped though, and he could hear her turn back.
“You alright?”
Blödhgarm cleared his throat. “Quite. Anything to report?”
Eragon could hear the shrug in her voice. “No. All quiet.” When the fur covered elf didn’t respond beyond a hum, Eragon felt his tensing shoulders slump back to relaxed. Must have been dust or something.
A few moments later Arya put her tray down next to Eragon’s, sitting beside him at the bench. “That was weird.” She frowned, scooping up a bland forkful of tofu scramble. “Did he pick something up the last time the Queen’s scouts came by?”
Eragon shrugged. “Maybe?” He looked to Glen across the table, the medic doing his best to keep a straight face. “Did he talk to you about anything?”
“Uh-uh.” Glen shoved a torn piece of bread into his mouth while mumbling the negative. That would do for now.
Brom, however, sat with his mouth hanging open. He snapped it shut when Arya looked up, but apparently he hadn’t been fast enough.
Arya squinted at him suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you, old man?”
Caught and flustered, the old Rider opened and closed his mouth a few times. He had known there wasn’t really anyone else who could have left that on his son, but seeing as the woman in front of him with one as well had left him somewhat shellshocked.
After a few moments of Arya staring at him with a raised eyebrow and his chance catching flies rapidly increasing, Brom managed to sputter, “Any–...Anything you two want to tell us?”
“What?” Arya frowned. Brom reached up and jerkily tapped the side of his head. “What are you–” Her eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh. Oh no.”
Eragon whipped his head around. “Oh no?”
Arya lowered her rapidly blushing face into her hands with a groaned, “We didn’t.” It was more of a plea than a statement.
“You did.” Brom confirmed.
“Please tell me we didn’t!”
“You did!” Glenwing laughed.
Eragon looked between the three of them, incredulous. “Would someone please tell me what’s going on?”
From behind her hands, her head now lowered to the table and her ears turning as dark scarlet as Eragon’s had, Arya half laughed and half mumbled, “We marked each other as mates last night.”
Still laughing, Glen reached across the table and tugged his former CO’s head to the side. On the tip of her opposite ear Eragon saw a dark bruise, clearly outlining a bite mark. His hand flew up to the tips of his own ears, and with a rapid blush he felt a slight bolt of soreness on his left.
“Oh.” He looked down at his food. “Well, that’ll do it then.”
The tent filled with soft laughter, and with a jolt Eragon realized it was the other elves.
“About time!” Yaela called, shaking her head with a smile. “We’ve been waiting.”
“Seconded on that.” Glen beamed. “Half of us were about to start putting bets on you two.”
Blödhgarm’s sonorous voice cut through the rabble. ��As long as this does not affect your duties–”
“It won’t.” Arya was standing, face still splashed with color but her expression firm. “It never has and it never will. And from all of you!” She pointed menacingly at the other tables where her kind gathered. To Eragon’s surprise, the laughter and jovial attitude died immediately. “Not a word of this leaves this tent. This is our business, so no hint of this goes in any official or unofficial reports. Understood?”
Blödhgarm cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. The elfling typically followed the loose command structure set since he and the rest of the spellcasters had arrived. This was a bold move, though in truth he had long ago learned to expect those from the Queen’s daughter.
He nodded. “Understood.”
Arya dropped back onto the bench, leaning against it for support as she looked suddenly drained. “Good.” She rubbed her forehead. “Okay, good. That’s the main thing. Okay.”
The tent slowly returned to the soft murmur of quiet conversation, though this time a little more hushed. Arya turned back to her food, poking at it with a fork as the other occupants of the table did the same.
“Sorry about that.” Eragon looked over at Arya’s mumble. “I…I got scared for a second. Islanzadí….” She closed her eyes, and took a breath. “I just don’t want someone else telling her.”
“No one will.” Glen assured. The two across from him looked up. “And I want to say congratulations to you both.”
Brom cleared his throat and set down his coffee mug. “I am…entirely unsure as to what I’m supposed to do in this situation but…” He nodded. “I’m happy for you two as well. Just…be careful.”
The acceptance of his father instantly sent a broad smile across Eragon’s face. “Thank you.” The wiggly glimmers of excitement had wormed their way back into his chest, making his heart flutter.
Arya, however, wore a half twisted smirk of trepidation and amusement on her lips. “You’re both going to tease us mercilessly about this, aren’t you?”
‘They’ll have plenty of help with that.’ Saphira’s toothy grin flashed through the minds of the four at the table.
The elf shook her head with a laugh. “Fine. I guess there’s no avoiding it.”
Eragon shook his head, and for the entirety of breakfast didn’t lose his smile.
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It wasn’t until after, a few days after in fact, that the young Rider and his original bodyguard had a moment of time alone again. They didn’t spend the time as passionately as they had that night, but instead sat together in Eragon’s tent, letting the quiet drape over them.
In some ways, Eragon mused, their relationship hadn’t really changed. They had done this before as friends many times, just sitting together in a little piece of solitude away from the war and tumultuous world around them. It had taken time for their shoulders to touch but from that point on they leaned on each other for support, a moment of contact that didn’t signify danger or a brief spark of comfort that would flit away.
The only difference was that this time Eragon was sprawled out, his head resting in the elf’s lap as she gently combed her fingers through his hair. His own fingertips wandered her side, feeling the muscles beneath shift as she breathed. Occasionally his palm would slide over her hip to lay flat on her back, relishing in the warmth that seeped from her skin to his.
They stayed like that for a time before the young Rider tilted his head upwards. “Arya?”
“Hmm?” She brushed his bangs away from his eyes. He’d probably ask her to help cut his hair again soon. It was getting longer than he usually preferred, the back nearly touching his shoulders.
“What the others noticed before. The marks. What’s it mean?”
“Oh.”
Eragon sat up when her hand paused. “You don’t have to–”
“No. No, you should know.” Arya was blushing again, and Eragon couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped his lips. She had so rarely blushed before, but now, having to explain the base instincts of her race to him had her stomach turning in knots. “Many elves don’t commit to a partner. When they do, it’s…it’s expected to be long term. Like, long term.” She bit her lip, trying to find the best words. “We instinctively marked each other because of the whole…pheromones…thing. And usually that mark means that we’ve committed to each other. Exclusively.”
Eragon frowned slightly. “So...did we essentially get married while having sex?”
Arya laughed at that. “No! But…it just means we’re monogamous. Usually there’d be more talking about it first.” She looked down, her voice dropping. “I…I didn’t mean to lay claim to you like that without asking. I should have asked, and it’s considered practically illegal to do so without asking. I…” She took another deep breath. “I do love you, Eragon. And I also know that you are young, and could have anyone you want. You reciprocated the bite because of instinct, without knowing what it meant, and I shouldn’t have let it get to that point.”
Concerned at the rising distress in her voice, the young Rider slipped his fingers between hers and squeezed her hand. A pang hit him when her grip remained loose.
“I should have asked you and explained it. And if you want to reject it then we can just heal the marks, you don’t have to be bound by–”
He was relieved that his lips on hers silenced her. Her fingers immediately found his hair as he leaned into her, his own hand falling to the back of her neck to hold her close. When he pulled back he felt a tingle of pride that Arya was somewhat breathless.
“Well, if you should have asked….” He murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. “Ask me now.”
“What?” She fumbled, lightly putting a hand to his chest. “Eragon, you don’t have to–”
He shushed her gently, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. “How do I ask then?” He didn’t know why she looked so dumbfounded. He hadn’t exactly kept how much he loved her, how much he had wanted her and wanted her by his side forever, a secret. Worry wormed its way into his mind. What if she didn’t? What if that night was all just pheromones and battlefield friendship being mistaken by biology for genuine love? “I won’t if you don’t want me t–”
“You use my name. You ask if I will be your mate until the sun burns out or our feelings fade the same.” The words tumbled from her mouth in a rush. Her dark eyes looked into his, and for a moment Eragon saw past the rough and tumble exterior, the battered memories and steely conviction, all the things he had thought he had seen through before and he saw something new. She was pleading with him, begging for him to say the words despite the fear that kept sneaking up, the fear of losing him like she had lost so many others and the fear that one day his feelings would fade, that he would turn away from her to find another.
Eragon met her gaze and gently cupped her face in his hands, nose to nose with the woman he couldn’t even begin to describe how he felt so strongly for.
“Arya Dröttningu, will you be my mate until the sun burns out or our feelings fade the same?” He smiled softly, his voice that low rumble again. “But mine won’t.”
Arya’s fingers tightened in his hair and she closed her eyes, teeth digging into her lip. The last time she made this claim, the man she held had indeed burned out with the sun. He was buried leagues away, beneath sun dappled pines and with a black morning glory climbing the trunk of his living grave marker. That pain, that ache, the feeling of seeing him fall, it never went away.
Except when she was with him. Except when she felt Eragon’s arm around her shoulders the last few months, except when he couldn’t help but hug her after losing sight of her on the battlefield, when he looked at her with those dark eyes of his, when he laughed, when he touched her at all and when he slid his wonderful hands across her bare skin that night and stole her breath from her lungs with every damn kiss. It had happened so slowly yet so fast, and even though the pain was still there she could pass it by and know.
Know that it was okay. Know that Fäolin would have wanted her to have someone again. Know that Eragon was here, and alive, and she’d do everything she could to keep it that way. Know that she was the bodyguard this time, know that he would be safe with her, with Saphira, with Brom, with everyone else and everyone in the Varden was working to keep this one man and his partner of heart and mind alive.
And the King be damned if he was going to try and take another from her.
Fuck, she really did love him. And he had made it clear that he loved her.
She was already saying it, eyes open and locked to his.
“I will. Eragon Bromsson, will you be my mate until the stars burn out or our feelings fade the same?” She slid her hand over his, murmured against his lips, “Mine won’t either.”
“I will.”
When Arya pulled back she was met with one of the most Eragon expressions she had ever seen. He was beaming ear to ear, eyes shining with that childlike light that always had her on the edge of laughter. He was practically shaking with excitement, and suddenly grabbed her hands.
He dropped off the cot and onto one knee, clasping both her hands in his and kissed them, trying to hide the giddy smile. “We’ve done it your way, now I get to do it mine. Arya Dröttningu, will you marry me?”
At that Arya couldn’t help but laugh. He was too much. “I’ve told you, elves don’t marry, you big dope!”
The smile never faded. “Then can I at least get you a ring? I can make them like Roran’s and Katrina’s, we’ll never have to be wondering what part of the warzone we’ve managed to get to again!” Eragon was practically bouncing, and again pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Pleeease?”
Damn it. The way he looked at her from under his bangs, gaze a mixture of pleading puppy and somehow alluring, made it nigh impossible to refuse him. Laughing again, Arya shook her head in disbelief. What had she gotten herself into when falling in love with him? “Fine! Fine. But nothing fancy!”
The bouncing increased. “Can I say we’re married?” Arya’s sharp frown still did little to dissuade his joy. He knew better than that, knew that she didn’t like that kind of personal information being slung around the Varden where any spy could seize on it. “No. Okay. Can I at least tell Roran and Katrina that we’re officially mates?”
Arya sighed, teasingly making it sound as long-suffering as possible. “You can tell Roran and Katrina. Brom and Glen already know, but you can tell them it’s official if you want.”
The elf jumped when Eragon let out an elated whoop and leapt to his feet. “Saphira!” He was out of the tent before Arya could blink, and then back again, grabbing her hand and pulling her out with him. “Saphira, we need to go see Roran and Katrina right now!”
As Saphira launched them into the sky with a bugle, rippled with her own draconic laughter at her Rider’s joy, Arya just shook her head again and laughed with them. Whatever the hell she had just gotten into, it would certainly be interesting.
#inheritance cycle#eragon#modern inheritance stories#the cyclists#the inheritance cycle#eragon/arya#modern inheritance#ket's modern inheritance cycle#arya drottningu#saphira#brom#glenwing#elf guards#they dont have a tag yet#eragon x arya#eragon's a simp that's no secret#Arya holds a surprising amount of nerves around having a partner again#she's good at hiding it but looking deeper she is insanely scared eragon will die or go the menoa tree route#its not shown but Arya is very much no PDA unless extreme stress situations while eragon learns to hide his PDA via small touches#there uh...might have been some poorly done lemon work between this and Wonder but we're not posting that#anyway very happy to be able to post something long form again even if its not terribly long#i'll try to write more stuff later#i gotta get better at adding saphira in to things though#for now we're going with that she is letting them be lovey dorks in as private as it can get and is letting them work it out#along for the ride and the teasing#Shakarian fics fucking ruined me for biting someone to signify that they are mates okay alright im done now
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I hate body horror. I hate Dras Leona. 😂 So Galbatorix would probably send me there out of spite
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For some reason, I thought Eragon and Murtagh had some kind of showdown over Gilead, and I was gearing up to make a comment like "Oh, that's where their dads fought each other. Echoes of the past. Hooo boy."
But noooo it was Dras Leona. I don't think they ever fought in Gilead.
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This Order of the Dreamers seems like a horrible cult holy shit they make the Dras Leona freaks look tame
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Rereading Eragon again, this will be my first time reading all 4 all the way through in a row since I finally read Inheritance.
Currently at the part where they first get to Dras-Leona. That's not important.
But I'm just now considering that Eragon isn't a book everyone had read. Teens at my job haven't even heard of it. My sister (old than me, more of a reader) says she never read it because she thought it was boring.
Look I'm not insulted. The diversity of the human experience is what makes our world interesting. But I have never in my 26 years of life considered that Eragon is not a universal experience. I've considered people not liking it, not reading past the first book, and maybe having not read it themselves but having a sibling or friend who has, but this? Eragon not existing in their life at all? Wild. It's like realizing Artemis Fowl wasn't as widely read as I thought.
Next thing I'm going to learn there are people currently 24-30 year olds who grew up as little girls and didn't read Fairy Realm?
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I have a thing due tonight, a thing i should get prepared for tomorrow morning, two meetings I should get informed on and make some thing for tomorrow midday... yeah, let's re-read Eragon's adventures in Dras-Leona.
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Eragon is convinced that it’s better to just raze Dras-Leona.
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Where Paths Diverge
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by StoryDreamBeliever
What if Eragon had captured Murtagh after the Battle of Dras Leona....
“Swear to me now, in the Ancient Language, that you will not use magic against me, or the Varden, or any of their allies, and that you will not attempt to escape us.”
Eragon hardened his expression, knowing that Murtagh had to believe him, or it wouldn’t work. Murtagh had to believe that Eragon was willing to kill his dragon, or he’d call his bluff.
And was it a bluff? Even Eragon wasn’t certain. Could he stand by and let Thorn die? He didn’t know, but he didn’t want to find out either.
“Either you swear,” Eragon panted, his voice dead and unfeeling, “Or we let Thorn die. And then perhaps I’ll be kind, and kill you as well.”
Murtagh thrashed again, a desperate cry emanating from his throat. He was wriggling like an animal in a trap, and tears joined the blood and dirt on his face. Eragon felt each heartbeat in his own chest, fear and pain twisting together.
"Eragon, hurry," Arya interjected in his thoughts, "Thorn is fading."
...After destroying the gates at Dras Leona and wounding Thorn severely, Aren has enough energy left in it to pursue Murtagh and Thorn out into the plains and take them captive.
Words: 3240, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Gen
Characters: Murtagh Morzansson, Thorn (Inheritance Cycle), Eragon Shadeslayer, Saphira (Inheritance Cycle), Nasuada (Inheritance Cycle), Arya Dröttningu, Roran Garrowson, Blödhgarm (Inheritance Cycle), Galbatorix (Inheritance Cycle)
Relationships: Murtagh Morzansson & Eragon Shadeslayer, Murtagh Morzansson & Thorn, Arya Dröttningu & Eragon Shadeslayer, Roran Garrowson & Eragon Shadeslayer, Murtagh Morzansson & Nasuada, Eragon Shadeslayer & Nasuada, Saphira & Eragon Shadeslayer, Roran Garrowsson & Murtagh Morzansson
Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Trauma, Mind Control, Reluctant Captors, Uneasy Allies, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, necessary evils, Blood and Injury, Hostage Situations, Forced Mind Reading, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Enemies to Friends, Family Angst, Brother Feels, Empathy, Binding Oaths, Oath Slavery, Seizures, Dragons, change of heart, Heartache, War, Difficult Decisions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
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re; religion in alagaësia
since it’s a bit of a weird grey area for eragon i figured i’d go into it a bit
so growing up there was no discernable religion in carvahall. there were mild superstitions that kind of indicated a religion in the distant past but there wasn’t really much detail for it. it’s possible it may have had some influence from the arcaena but considering that it’s listed as something different i’m assuming that they’re two separate religions. but as for arcaena, it was a human religious sect that believed in the sanctity of knowledge & that it was imperative to record & preserve any form of knowledge in preparation of an unspecified cataclysm that would destroy all the civilizations of alagaësia . though the empire has no state religion, galbatorix declared the arcaena religion heretical & had its followers burned at the stake. despite this, the arcaena survived the events of the cycle & currently have a monastery located in the spine. the spine is a huge mountain range but since carvahall is located along the edge near the top, its possible that some remnants of the arcaena’s lesser traditions may have trickled down towards the village during the century of galbatorix’s rule
next when he joined dûrgrimst ingeitum, he was given a brief schooling at celbedeil on the dwarven religion as it was supposed to then be his religion as well, or at the very least serve as background for the traditions he was now meant to uphold. at the time he seemed to really enjoy learning about it & appeared to want to believe in it to some degree as well. while it doesn’t have an exact name, it was centred around a pantheon of deities but the most important aspect of it all was their belief of life after death. they believed that dwarves were brought to life from rock & therefore must be returned to rock after their death. they also believed that rocks were living organisms but that’s a whole other thing. i might make a separate post going into further detail? but this seems good enough at least for the purpose of this post
then the last religion of impact was actually the elves’ lack there of. he saw part of the belief when arya began arguing with the priest showing him around celbedeil. but he inquired further from oromis during his time in ellesméra. the elves were best described as strongly agnostic in nature, bordering on atheist. they personally believed that there was never any deity, although they were not so arrogant as to say they knew for a fact there wasn't & weren't completely opposed to the thought. they preferred to stick with hard facts of the world, things they could hold & observe. their views appeared to have been influenced & jaded by the condition of the world ( ie. oromis stated that if there was a deity, then that deity was not a good steward of the earth by reason of war or the tyrannical rule of galbatorix ). his time with the elves was far greater than his time with the dwarves & was already similar enough to his lack of religious upbringing. his mindset really began to align with the elves, largely through oromis’ teaching. but because of that i don’t think he could ever really follow any religions unless, like the elves would require, the existence of gods were proven.
as far as other religions go, the urgal religion is pretty interesting but never had any influence on eragon. there was the cult of the worshipers of helgrind which he came into contact with during his brief time in dras-leona but again no influence beyond thinking they’re kind of insane. & then conversely is eragon’s impact on the religion surrounding dragon riders. i’m assuming it’s another human religion & again there’s no official name, but there are those who worship(ped) them as gods. so when word spread of eragon & the return of dragon riders, of course it had a huge impact. as if gods once again walked the earth once again. but beyond that, there’s not a whole lot of info on it? might have more to add if it comes up again during the rest of my reread but as of right now this might be it.
i also want to say that while the country of surda might have other religions as its its own country, they’re never mentioned & again would have had no impact on eragon’s views on god
#e. bromsson. character study — shur’tugal#metas — the gap between understanding & misunderstanding can best be bridged by thought
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