Book 2: Rage

Kinda quick I know but I wanted to get started as soon as possible. Sue me.

Battle

*Eragon*

The shade's head rose and laughter of the evil and insane shot from his mouth. Then he looked at Eragon and he smiled an awful smile. "You

must be the almighty Dragon Rider. Shadeslayer. HA!" With that he lunged at Eragon. The last time he had fought a shade he was a slow as a

human and tired, and low on the energy running his spells. The now Shade flicked his arm and a flame burst from it and a sword was reveled.

Slashing at him he tried to kill him then and there. Eragon jumped and kicked his enemy in the face. The shade laughed and said "Honestly, you

think you can beat me like that?" Eragon was still falling to the ground, and the Dazcal was about to kill him with a downward thrust when a

fireball erupted from about thirty feet away and slammed into Dazcal. Looking over he saw Trianna shooting the Ancient Language and firing

fireballs at the Shade. To his surprise the fireballs were doing a surprising amount of good. They pushed the shade further and further back.

Durza would have simply push them aside.

Trianna keep doing that. He felt her tiredly say, Alright but I can't summon many more. Hurry. Although it sickened him to talk to her through the

mind touch he had to. After a few more fireballs Trianna could do no more. She fell on her side and was immediately guarded by three dwarfs.

Turning back to the Shade he saw that his armor was gone, burned off by the fire. He was laughing again. "I underestimated you. I will not do

so again." Raising his hand and shouting something a bolt of lighting shot down an hit his hand. It remained in the formation of a light orb. He

raised his hand so it was level with Eragon and shouted something. A bolt of lightning shot out of his orb and nearly hit Eragon, except he

dodged at the last second possibly. He felt the electricity hit his face as he jumped to the side. The Shade shot again and again. Finally it

seemed as though he would hit him. A lighting bolt shot out of his hand. Just as it was about to hit a dwarf jumped in the way of it. It would

have hit the dwarf, except hit ax got in the way. It shattered the ax, but the bolt of lighting was deflected to the side.

That's it! If I hit the lighting back to him and hit it will distract him and I can go for his heart. Standing he hefted Brisingr and adjusted the angle of it
so that it would hit him right in-between the eyes. The Shade snarled and said, "You're pathetic evasion angers me." He pointed his hand at him

and a bolt shot out, as

before. Instead of jumping out of the way, he put Brisingr in-between him and the bolt and the sword vibrated as the power and force of the

lightning hit his sword. Then he heard an awful scream of pain so great that everyone in the field turned and looked at him. Moving Brisingr he

saw the Shade writing on the ground. Blood rivered down his face. Taking the chance he jumped over to him and just as he was about to stab

he said, "Brisingr!" The sword burst into blue fire and he thrust it into his heart. The Shade slowly went through the process of dying the Durza

had. He screamed, tried to pull the sword out. His face became transparent and then he was ripped in two, and the spirits flew into the

heavens.

Standing he looked around and saw the purple covered dwarfs staring at him in awe and terror. As one all of the dwarfs from ever clan bowed

to him. Even Orik was on one knee. They all shouted, "All Hail Helzvog Maker of Dwarfs!" Astonished he whispered to Orik that they were

mistaken. Taking advantage of their lapse in concentration Orik whispered to one dwarf, who whispered to another, and so on until they had the

message spread to every dwarf that was not an enemy. The message was: Kill them all. In under fifteen minutes they had all the enemy

dwarfs killed. The battle over Orik said, "We may have denied Helzvog by fighting but let us not deny him further by stopping the celebration. Let

us continue!" The dwarfs started to continue. Looking over he saw Trianna sitting in a far corner. He went over to her and grabbed her by the

arm. "Come with me. I need to talk to you." He took her to her room. He sat her down on the bed and stared at her. She just stared at him and

finally he said, "What was that all about?" She smiled and said, "I wanted you, so I took you." Eragon thought for a moment. "Why did you use

my true name against me?" Her smile lightened slightly. "Because you would have never made love with me while you are still under that spell of
Arya's." Eragon's eyes widened at the name of his most dear love one, save for Saphira. "Spell! What spell?" Trianna nodded as if she had

meant to anger him. "You know, that you that keeps you in love with her." She laughed suddenly. "You're cute when you're mad." His eyes

widened more and he said, "Don't try and flatter me. Arya is my mate. I want nothing to do with you." She smiled and he felt her rap her legs

around him. One foot came around and slowly stroked his manhood. "Really? Even after I helped you with the Shade? Even after

we made love together. Hard as you try you can not wipe away what happened. What we did together." Eragon snarled. "Yes I can. Because it

was not on my part I did it. Nor do I want to." Trianna smiled again and said, "Are you sure Eragon?" Eragon nodded his head. "Oh my. Well

then I can't help but wonder why you're letting me strock you like this, and why its getting harder and harder as I do it. From what I know of

men that means you like it."

Eragon suddenly noticed that she was still stroking him with her foot. Half of him wanted to push her away. But for some reason he didn't.

Something in the back of his head told him not to and he obeyed to voice. She sat up and criss croosed her arms and pulled her shirt off. A thin

white bra hid her breasts from veiw. She looked at him and said, "Come on Eragon. Take my bra off. Feel me. Taste me. Lets satisfy each other.

Arya won't mind. Don't you deserve to be happy? Come on. Here I'll help you." Reaching out she grabbed his hands and pulled them around to

her back. Together they unclipped her bra. She guided his hands to the straps on her shoulders and pulled them down. She slightly shivered at

the cold air in the room. Eragon felt like their was a haze in his mind. He didn't know why he was doing what he was doing, only that he was

doing it. She held his hands over her breasts for a moment and looked at him seriously. Then let him go and for some reason the voice in his

mind told him to start creasing her breasts. He laid his hands on them and continued to obey the voice. Trianna nodded as if something had

been confermend. Then she laid back on her arms and said in a seductive voice, "Come on Eragon. You know you want to feel more then that."

She looked down at her waist. "Why don't you take off that thong down there? Why don't you explore a bit." Again and again she gave a

suggestion of what he should do and he did it, without knowing why he was doing it. Finally when he was over Trianna and they were under the
blankets and he was thrusting in and out of her he realized what he was doing. She was screaming with pure pleasure at his movments. He

stopped. She looked startled. Panting she said, "What....What are you doing?" He shoock his head and said, "Stopping." He jumped off the bed,

retrived his cloths and left.

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