Just so you all know, this story is very loosely based off the Inheritance series. Just thought I'd give you the heads up on that. I have spent many hours putting this together, and have many chapters, but will post them in small groups. Hope you enjoy it, and give me feedback on how you like it or don't like it. Thanks for reading! ^.^
Means to an End
On a clear morning, only the faint glow of the moonlight lit the sky. There were large trees all around, standing over fifty yards in height, and the ground below the giants was pitch black. Danger could lurk anywhere in the canopy of trees. Sounds could be heard, some favorable, some not. Then, the darkness was pierced by light. Streams of solar energy poured in through the holes in the groups of leaves, and lit up the forest. The sounds had stopped, the nocturnal animals retreating, leaving behind a still forest. It was almost too silent. Then, a nearby bush moved slightly, and a deer jumped out. Running like it was in danger, the deer sped by the trees, quickly scanning the upcoming path for danger. This was the .
The deer had been running long and hard, and saw no danger. It slowed its pace slightly, and at the same moment an arrow came darting out from behind a tree. Flying past the morning air, the arrow struck true, sinking right into the heart of the deer. It fell, and squirmed around left and right rapidly, until it stopped, resting in peace. A short person, looking distinctly different from human, stepped out into a stream of light. “Aye, me arrow came through again.” This character’s figure was too stocky to be human. The figure had a long beard, and he looked as though he was in his thirties. He walked up to the deer, and looked it over. It wasn’t the largest deer, but it was good size. I will eat well tonight. “Thank you, my friend, for supplying me food to eat. On my honor as a dwarf.” The dwarf grabbed the deer, and picked it up effortlessly. It must have weighed a few hundred pounds, so this dwarf was quite strong. Carrying it to his campsite, he set it down. Smoke filled the air from his campfire, and he pulled out a knife. Butchering the deer, he laid the pieces of meat on large rocks near the site. Grabbing his pack, he pulled out a large can. Salt be good to keep them fresh. Sprinkling the salt on the meat, he emptied much of the can. I be needing more supplies to keep going.
After drying the salted meat by the fire, the dwarf wrapped it up into small quantities, and stashed them in his large carrying bag. Taking the unused parts of the deer, the dwarf threw them over the side of a nearby cliff. That be rid of that. He walked back to his campsite, and noticed that his pack was open. Did I leave it open? The dwarf walked over to it, and saw that about one third of the meat was missing. Out of reflex, the dwarf scanned the area, looking intently for anything or anyone that could have taken it. After a long while of staring into the forest, he heard a stick break in half.
“You, come out and fight me!” roared the dwarf. There was no response. It must have been an animal, but… Glancing toward the bag again, he found some bread crumbs by it. Then, out of the brush, a man with a sword flew through the air toward the dwarf. The dwarf was unarmed, but that didn’t mean anything to him. The blade was only inches away from the dwarf’s head, when he flicked his wrist, pushing it out of his path. Grabbing the handle, the dwarf twisted it, and the sound of bone cracking could be heard. “Ahhhh!” screamed the man. The dwarf had the man’s sword, and put it at the stranger’s throat. “Where is my meat.” The man was too frightened to speak, and was in intense pain.
After half a minute, the man blurted out, “I was starving!” The dwarf raised an eyebrow. “You could have just came to me and asked for some, I have plenty. Now, why did you assault me like that?” The man’s wrist seemed to stop hurting him. The man turned to him. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been through a lot.” The dwarf lowered the sword, and looked at him intently. “Aye much has happened to me also.”
The two of them sat by the campfire, and exchanged some information with each other. “I haven’t revealed my name to you yet. I go by Austin, elite dwarf warrior.” The man looked at his wrist. “You’re really strong, how did you get like that?” A smile made its way over ’s lips. “It be a secret of its own.” The man shrugged his shoulders, and said, “My name is Builm, and I am a wanted man.” ’s grin widened. “Wanted as in, everybody likes you, or wanted as in the army of Galbatorix wants to kill you.”
The man started to laugh, when the sound of men yelling filled the air. Not too far away, the guards were giving plans. “Okay men, we are after Builm, for stealing from the king!”
A scream pierced the air, like fingernails against stone, as a young woman was cornered against an old, wooden fence by three fearsome urgals. She looked as though she was in her late teens. She was trembling, with the urgals snarling and their horrid breath filling her breathing space. A large glop of saliva fell from the fat urgal’s lips, hitting the woman on her foot. The urgals stood naked, except for the small loincloth that they were wearing. Carrying battle axes stained with blood, these urgals were hungry for dinner. Little did the urgals know, that three mysterious shadows were moving towards them, from the other side of the fence, where the forest was dense.
The leader urgal opened his mouth, showing bright yellow fangs. “Dinnertime, little lady!” He gripped his axe tightly, and swung it toward the woman’s head. Suddenly, she started to glow, as the axe was milliseconds away from decapitate her. As the lead urgal’s axe passed through the glowing woman, the glowing stopped, and the woman had vanished. She had not sustained even a scratch. Reappearing in the thick of the forest, tens of yards away, the woman looked around in disbelief and amazement. A cool voice filled the air, “Not a believer in magic?” The woman spun around, trying to see the person, but she could not find him. “Are we playing a little hide and seek, are we?” She became frustrated and stopped, sitting down on the ground. A foot came into view, then a whole body.
Back by the fence, the urgals stood, unsure of what had just happened. The third urgal sniffed the air. “They are close, captain.” Eyes glowing red with hate, the lead urgal roared. “Come out and fight us you cowards!” Expecting a response, they were infuriated when there was nothing but silence. The lead urgal stabbed the fence with his horns, then flipped his neck back. Ripping the fence into splinters of wood, a large hole appeared in it. A bush nearby started to shake, and out walked two people. The taller one had pointed ears, and other distinguishing features, characterizing him as an elf. The shorter one was human. Both unarmed, the human and elf strode forward, eyeing the urgals. The elf spoke up, “What is your business here, urgals?” The lead urgal replied to him, “We are here on our own accord, and found a little dinner, until you filthy creatures snatched it from us.” The human put out his hand, and motioned for the urgals to strike by curling his fingers toward himself.
The body was revealed in a stream of light, and shone to be an elf. “Are you alright, my dear?” The woman looked at him, and said, “I am fine. But, why did you save me?” The elf smiled, and grinned. “Well, it looked like you needed to be saved.” The woman stood up, and said, “I’m Sarah, and you are?” Face becoming neutral again, the elf replied, “Jake.” Jake, along with his two companions, were in the middle of their teenage years. He walked over to her, and said, “Let’s go see how my friends are doing.” The two walked over to the end of the dense forest, peering out where the two stood, facing the urgals.
The three urgals rushed the group of two. What should we do Cole? The elf responded to him. Let’s toy with them. Shane nodded, and stood motionless, waiting for the urgals to reach him and his companion. Screaming through the air, the axe of the fat urgal was inches from Shane’s chest. Leaning back with inhuman speed, Shane dodged the blow easily. Rising with great speed and force, the axe from the third urgal was headed for the groin of Cole. Sidestepping ever so slightly, Cole dodged the blow at the last second. This went on for quite a while, and the urgals were tiring. Knocking the three urgals to the ground, Cole stopped, and said, “As I can see that you are tired, we will let you go in peace, if you leave now, and promise not to prey upon humans again.” The urgals glared at them. Who did they think they were, dictating rules like that. The fat urgal and the third urgal uttered a few words, then took off running. The lead urgal stayed his ground. “I will not be told what to do by the likes of you!”
Far away from the encounter, stood a lone warrior, resting on a rock. He was staring at the sky, watching the formation of the clouds. He carried a one handed sword in his sheath and a longbow with quiver on his back. There was movement in the clouds as a streak of green blur passed through it. The warrior looked as though he was in his early twenties. Raising his arms, the warrior crouched low, and then dove off the rock. Off the edge he fell, hurtling towards the cool river below. Making movements with his arms, the warrior moved through the air with grace. Closing in on the waters below, the warrior had almost come into contact with the ground. The same green blur blew by, and he was gone.
Clinging to the large, green dragon’s tail, the warrior climbed up the dragon’s back to ride it. Careful of the spines, he evaded them, and sat on the dragon’s back. Using his mind, the warrior sent his thoughts to the dragon. Well, how are you today, Esmeralda? She responded, The air is cool, the wind is low, and the sun is shining. I’m quite fine Cly. I’m still full from last night’s deer that I found, and it should last me all of today. Cly, the warrior, responded back to her. I feel the same way, there seems to be nothing but peace around us, and for once in my life I feel like I can relax for a while.
After a long time of uneventful flying something happened. Suddenly, Cly felt a disturbance. Esmeralda felt it also. An arrow came into view from below them, and was coming right towards Cly’s chest. Out of instinct Cly said, “Letta du oro!” The arrow froze in mid-air, as if caught in a time warp. It remained there for a second, allowing Cly to grab it. He looked at it carefully. Well, what kind of arrow is it? Inspecting it, he was unsure of its make. Not human, elf, dwarf, urgal…wait, could it be, ra’zac? A feeling of dread went down Cly’s spine. I sure hope it isn’t, they are deadly fighters, and their Lethrblaka can be quite devastating. Esmeralda looked down toward the ground, scanning it for any movement. It was a desolate area, and there appeared to be no sign of movement. They both reached out to the surrounding area with their minds. Picking up plants and animals, they were looking for any life readings that were out of the ordinary.
They both found the disturbance at the same time. Tucking her wings back, Esmeralda prepared for a dive. Flying downward at high speed, it was difficult for Cly to maintain on her back. Slipping backwards, one of her spines cut into his leg. Ouch. He said, “Waíse heill!” and the gash in his leg healed back up in a few seconds. As she extended her wings for a stopping stroke, Esmeralda beat her wings hard one time. Their speed slowed greatly, and Esmeralda landed on the ground with a loud thump.
Sweeping through the area again, Cly couldn’t find that trace of life again. Turning to Esmeralda he said, I don’t understand, we both felt it. I know, it doesn’t make any sense. A sharp pain burst into Cly’s leg, as another arrow of the same make dug into his thigh. Pulling it out carefully, Cly said to Esmeralda. It isn’t safe here, let’s go. Esmeralda sniffed the air. He is here Cly, but somehow he is hiding from our minds. A loud roar came from Esmeralda as she walked over to a tree, and grabbed it with her front legs. Digging her claws deep within the bark, it was securely in her grasp. With an effortless yank, the large tree was completely torn out of the ground. A small figure was behind it. Esmeralda’s tail wrapped around the creature’s neck, as she lifted it off the ground.
“Why did you attack me?” The creature remained motionless. It was short, with a large black cloak surrounding it. “What are you?” Again, no response. Cly raised his sword, Valor, to the creature’s neck. We will just find out then, won’t we. With a small puff of her breath, the hood fell backwards, revealing something that neither of them had ever seen.