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A Different Battle

When the Kings men started to attack Carvahall, Roran Stronghammer sent a message to Surda, in the hopes the Varden will help.

Chapter One
The Battle Of Carvahall

I walked through the village of Carvahall. This is the village in which I was born. This is the village in which I was raised. This is the village in which my mother died. This was the village I left to raise money for myself and Katrina. This is the village in which my father died.

This is the village my family have doomed.

Around a week ago, we were attacked by the Kings very own men. We do not why he is attacking us, we haven't done anything wrong. Well, his men did yell that all they wanted was me. Roran Garrowson, a mere farmer's son. They did not explain why, just that I am wanted before the King. Meaning a life servitude or death. As a result of this, we had to block of the village as much as possible and use any means in which to get help.

And that including sending a bird with a letter addressed to Surda, as they are the best link to the Varden, as told in tales by travellers. We asked if they can get the Varden to send some warriors to help us escape and join the Varden.

We wanted to fight.

However I knew that if they did send people - warriors - that they would be too late. Two days ago, Raz'zac appeared and they had one more defence to get through before making their way in the village. Raz'zac repulsed me. They literally made me want to vomit. They were beings that belonged in nightmares of any man, woman and child.

And they wanted to take me.

"Incoming!" a voice cried throughout the village early one morning. I at the time was enjoying my breakfast, but I deserted the meal and grabbed my trusty hammer and raced out to face them.

Soldiers were left and right, swords and bow and arrows in their hands, fighting. Villagers were fighting with whatever they could find, defended their very homes. Many soldiers came running up to me but I knocked them out/ killed them with my hammer.

Somehow, I was distracted by the solider who was about to run his sword through me and I ended up being manhandled to my knees before the disgusting creatures.

My village may hate my blood at this moment in time, but we stand together and because of this, as soon as they saw that I was captured, and possibly about to be killed and they immediately surrendered.

One of the Raz'zac stroked a slimy claw up to my face, and slowly pulled it down my cheek, and he seemed to have purred.

"Yousss sssmell likesss yoursss coussin" the Raz'zac hissed. My cousin? Eragon? How could they know of Eragon?

"Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?" I challenged. It must have to do with that stone that caused Eragon to run. Yeah, that must be it.

"I'msssss a littless hungry, timess for a sssssnack" hissed the Raz'zac. It brought its face a little closer to mine, I could see a forked tongue lick what was supposed to be lips.

"Snack?" I breathed out but the smell still attacked me. I gagged. The Raz'zac froze, it's gaping eyes opened a little wider. Excitement seemed to radiate from the inhuman thing.

"I'm the dinner" said a voice I recognised. How could I not? I was raised with him.

Eragon had come home.