Father and Son

I myself am a huge fan of Brom and I don't think he deserved to die but he did so I am attempting in this story for Brom to become alive once more and help Eragon and be the father he was meant to be.(Happens during siege of Feinster) First FF on this site.

Chapters 1 and 2

Brom could feel the world around him in his crystal tomb while his spirit is searching for energy to give him the strength to break his gift from Saphira. After months of gathering his energy now sufficient, he healed his wound and broke the crystal bed he was laid to rest upon. Weakened from the use of energy he grabbed his staff that held a crystal in it with an amount of energy to rival Aren. Finally standing up and getting the feeling in his legs again he scryed his son surprised to find him looking like and elf and wielding a blue blade. After several moments of watching his son in the city he recognized as Feinster, he ended the spell and moved in the direction of the sieged city.

Eragon's point of view 5 days after the battle

Eragon was still in shock, with Oromis and Glaedr both gone who would be there to teach him he asked himself. His 3rd fatherly figure also gone the pain was immense. He spent his time in his tent barely eating and sleeping just visualizing his time with the ancient pair. There were faint footsteps outside his tent that immediately stopped at the sound of Saphira growling.

Little one, there is a messenger outside and I can't scare him away.

Thank you Saphira.

Eragon emerged outside his tent wincing slightly at the rays of the sun.

"What is it," Eragon growled.

"Lady Nasuada request your presence at her tent immediately, sir," croaked the messenger.

"Very well," replied Eragon.

He walked back in his tent, strapped Brisingr on his belt and walked to Nasuada's tent while followed by Saphira in the air and his 12 eleven guards. He waited while the Nighthawks alerted Nasuada of his presence which was followed by a muffled voice "Come in, Eragon."

He strode in and noticed Arya right away then moved his gaze around the circle of people. He say Angela then Jormundur, Orik, and Roran."Eragon, we all are deeply sorry for the lost of your masters but we have stayed here to long and we must plan our next move. We plan to send a small force to Melian and take it while we move to Beltona and seize it. We need you and Saphira in your best conditions there is no doubt that Murtagh and Thorn will be trying to stop us along the way. In the mean time we need Arya, Saphira and you to scout ahead along the Jiet River and make sure the empire isn't attempting any crossings with bridges and such, go now and rest because you leave tomorrow morning."

"My Lady," Eragon bowed and walked away toward his tent to attempt while Saphira too lied down to rest for the coming mission.

Chapter 2

Eragon, Arya, and Saphira left well before dawn the next morning and moved swiftly up the river trading few words and riddles. All three were nervous traveling deep into enemy territory, below 2 dozen soldiers ran away from the river on horseback after completing a small bridge to cross. The group followed the soldiers from a distance which led them to a camp numbering between 3 to 5 thousand surprised at their numbers they turned around and made it out of there swiftly trying to put distance between them but they weren't fast enough to escape the eyes of their hated enemies, Murtagh and Thorn. Dread filled between the 3 and Saphira put on an extra burst of speed but Thorn grew in size to match Saphira and gained ground, until they clashed in the sky.

Saphira! Arya isn't used to this I can take Murtagh on the ground

I'll try Eragon

Saphira maneuvered but couldn't shake Thorn until he got to excited and made a move to knock off her riders but she evaded him and he sailed through the previously occupied space and then she landed on a flat slat of land. Eragon and Murtagh dismounted and drew their swords, Murtagh casted a spell to hold Arya and Saphira in place and looked at each other with hatred, the distance between them lessened to nonexistent with their swords meeting in a shower of sparks. Red blade, blue blade danced with startling speed neither could gain an opening until Eragon was running out of energy; he and Saphira were drained of energy after Feinster. Murtagh no doubt was holding on because of the Elendari but he too was barely holding on until Murtagh swung Zar'roc sideways and Brisngr took the the impact but his grip was lost and the sword went flying. Murtagh made a devilish grin and raised his sword from the death blow. Eragon looked at his 2 companions and saw sadness etched in their eyes and he then look at the descending blade only to be blocked last minute by a lighter blue rider's blade.

Murtagh then went flying from being elbowed in the head and both riders looked at the owner of said blade and riders, elves, and dragons alike were shocked to see Brom himself with a fire in his eyes. Murtagh recovered and kept Eragon there with another spell. Brom pressed forward with a speed even Eragon couldn't match, Murtagh fought desperately but knew he was outmatched eventually Brom kicked the rider and shoved his sword through the young rider's throat. He died instantly while Thorn yelped in pain and lunged at Brom, who was anticipating that, dodged him and cut the rest of his tail off along with a long gash on his hide. Thorn attacked again only to lose his right foreleg and the end of a wing. His final attack cost him his life and his head with a quick stroke from Brom. He turned toward the group and did the last thing they expected him to do. Brom smiled.

I know it's a bit OP for Brom and OOC ( but hey Brom fan here rofl notice my name) but stay with me I promise you won't be disappointed. Sorry for its shortness and lack of detail haven't slept in some 30 or so hours I promise to do better next time around and hopefully longer. Read and Review. I'll be working on chapter 3 once I get 3 reviews hopefully with advice in it but I don't mind praising just as any writer doesn't but first some well deserved sleep.