Okay, it is from the book Eldest. I know it has a few errors, but I want to know your opinions on the content.
M. I had no choice! And after Thorn hatched for me, Galbatorix forced both of us to swear loyalty to him in the ancient language. We cannot disobey him now.
E. You have become your father.
M. No, not my father. I’m stronger than Morzan ever was. Galbatorix taught me things about magic you’ve never even dreamed of….Spells so powerful, the elves dare not utter them, cowards that they are. Words in the ancient language that were lost until Galbatorix discovered them. Ways to manipulate energy…Secrets, terrible secrets, that can destroy your enemies and fulfill all your desires.
E. Things that should remain secrets.
M. If you knew, you would not say that. Brom was a dabbler, nothing more. And the elves, bah! All they can do is hide in their forest and wait to be conquered. You look like an elf now. Did Islanzadi do that to you? No matter. I’ll learn the truth soon enough.
Me. When Eragon finds a rock in the woods, he has no clue what an adventure it will lead to. The so called rock hatches into a beautiful dragon named Saphira that is to be his lifelong companion. When he has to run away from his hometown, the local storyteller accompanies him. His goal is to capture and murder the evil, bat-like creatures who killed his uncle. The story unfolds when he learns that he must overthrow the evil tyrant who has captivated the entire land of Alagasia for many years as a dragon rider. Along the way, he meets many friends including the beautiful elf Arya and a mysterious traveler named Murtagh. After fighting Galbatorix’s minions alongwith an army of dwarves and members of secret group called the Varden who have lived for many years inside of a mountain where they secretly oppose the evil king’s rule. After the battle, Murtagh and Ajihad disappear. Eragon goes to live with the elves so he can continue his riders training while the members of the Varden escape to Surda which is a country that succeded from Alagasia. Eragon rushes to Surda and gets there just in time to fight in a battle between the army of the empire, and the Varder-Surda alliance. This engaging confrontation is taking place within a short distance of the battlefield.
E. What now? Are you here to kill me?
M. Of course not. Galbatorix wants you alive.
E. What for?
M. You don’t know? Ha! There’s a fine jest. It’s not because of you; it’s because of her. The dragon inside Galbatorix’s last egg, the last dragon egg in the world, is male. Saphira is the only female dragon in existence. If she breeds, she will be the mother of her entire race. Do you see now? Galbatorix doesn’t want to eradicate the dragons. He wants to use Saphira to rebuild the Riders. He can’t kill you, either of you, if his vision is to become reality….And what a vision it is, Eragon. You should hear him describe it, then you might not think so badly of him. Is it evil that he wants to unite Alagaesia under a single banner, eliminate the need for war, and restore the Riders?
E. He’s the one who destroyed the Riders in the first place!
M. And for good reason. They were old, fat, and corrupt. The elves controlled them and used them to subjugate humans. They had to be removed so that we could start anew.
E. (pace back and forth) How can you justify causing so much suffering on the basis of a madman’s ravings? Galbatorix has done nothing but burn and slaughter and amass power for himself. He lies. He murders. He manipulates. You know this! It’s why you refused to work for him in the first place. (Gentler) I can understand that you were compelled to act against you will and that you aren’t responsible for killing Hrothgar. You can try to escape, though. I’m sure that Arya and I could devise a way to neutralize the bonds Galbatorix had laid upon you….Join me Murtagh. You could do so much for the Varden. With us, you would be praised and admired, instead of cursed, feared, and hated.
M. You cannot help me, Eragon. Now one but Galbatorix can release us from our oaths, and he will never do that…He knows our true names, Eragon…We are his slaves forever.
E. Then let us kill the two of you.
M. Kill us! Why should we allow that?
E. It would free you from Galbatorix’s control. And it would save the lives of hundreds, if not thousands of people. Isn’t that a noble enough cause to sacrifice yourself for?
M. (Shakes head) Maybe for you, but life is still too sweet for me to part with it so easily. No stranger’s life is more important than Thorn’s or my own.
E. No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M. Letta
(Various movements in which M constrains E and he tries to move around.)
M. You cannot hope to compete with me. No one can, except for Galbatorix. It would be so easy to take you back to Uru’baen.
E. Don’t. Let me go.
M. You tried to kill me.
E. And you would have done the same in my position. We were friends once. We fought together. Galbatorix can’t have twisted you so much that you’ve forgotten…If you do this, Murtagh, you’ll be lost forever.
M. I was ordered to try and capture you and Saphira. I have tried…Make sure we don’t cross paths again. Galbatorix will have me swear additional oaths in the ancient language that will prevent me from showing you such mercy when next we meet.
E. You’re doing the right thing.
M. Perhaps. But before I let you go…(reaches for blade) If I have become my father, then I will have my fathers blade. Thorn is my dragon, and a thorn he shall be to all our enemies. It is only right, then, that I should also wield the sword Misery. Misery and Thorn, a fit match. Besides, Zar’roc should have gone to Morzan’s eldest son, not his youngest. It is mine by right of birth. (smiles) I never told you my mother’s name, did I? And you never told me yours. I’ll say it now: Selena. Selena was my mother and your mother. Morzan was our father. The Twins figured out the connection while they were digging around in your head. Galbatorix was quite interested to learn that particular piece of information.
E. You’re lying!
M. You and I, we are the same, Eragon. Mirror images of one another. You can’t deny it.
E. You’re wrong. We’re nothing alike. I don’t have a scar on my back anymore.
M. So be it. I take my inheritance from you, brother. Farewell.
Me. Then he retrieved his helm from the ground and pulled himself onto Thorn. Eragon surveyed the Burning Plains and the aftermath of the battle, for the battle was over. Now that the fighting had subsided, the hawks and eagles, the crows and ravens, descended like a shroud over the field. They had won, but he had lost.
2007-01-05
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