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Perfect for fans of Lord of the Rings, the New York Times bestselling Inheritance Cycle about the dragon rider Eragon has sold over 35 million copies and is an international fantasy sensation. Darkness falls Eragon and his dragon, Saphira, have just saved the rebel state from destruction by the mighty forces of King Galbatorix, cruel ruler of the Empire.
Now Eragon must travel to Ellesmera, land of the elves, for further training in the skills of the Dragon Rider: Soon he is on the journey of a lifetime, his eyes open to awe-inspring new places and people, his days filled with fresh adventure. But chaos and betrayal plague him at every turn, and nothing is what it seems. Before long, Eragon doesn't know whom he can trust. Meanwhile, his cousin Roran must fight a new battle—one that might put Eragon in even graver danger.
Will the king's dark hand strangle all resistance? Just before they are overwhelmed by the Urgals, Eragon and his friends are rescued by the Varden, who seem to appear out of the very stone.
Once inside, Eragon is taken to Ajihad, leader of the Varden, while Murtagh is imprisoned because of his parentage.
Ajihad explains many things to Eragon, including that the Varden, elves, and dwarves had agreed that when a new Rider appeared, he or she would initially be trained by Brom and then sent to the elves to complete the instruction. Eragon must now decide whether to follow this course. In the battle that follows, Eragon is sepa- rated from Saphira and forced to fight Durza alone. Far stronger than any human, Durza easily defeats Eragon, slashing open his back from shoulder to hip.
At that moment, Saphira and Arya break the roof of the cham- ber—a sixty-foot-wide star sapphire—distracting Durza long enough for Eragon to stab him through the heart. While Eragon lies unconscious after the battle, he is telepathically con- tacted by a being who identifies himself as Togira Ikonoka—the Cripple Who Is Whole.
Dismayed, he also realizes that he only slew Durza through sheer luck and that he desperately needs more training. And at the end of Book One, Eragon decides that, yes, he will find this Togira Ikonoka and learn from him. For gray-eyed Destiny now weaves apace, the first resounding note of war echoes across the land, and the time fast approaches when Eragon shall have to step forth and confront his one, true enemy: King Galbatorix.
Behind him Saphira delicately skirted the corpse, her glittering blue scales the only color in the gloom that filled the hollow mountain. The sheer number of bodies had stymied their attempts to bury the dead.
No burial or honored resting place for them. Since waking to find his wound healed by Angela, Eragon had tried three times to assist in the recovery effort. On each occasion he had been racked by terrible pains that seemed to explode from his spine.
The heal- ers gave him various potions to drink.
Arya and Angela said that he was perfectly sound. Nevertheless, he hurt. Nor could Saphira help, only share his pain as it rebounded across their mental link. Three days.
He had told no one about that vision but Saphira. Fighting Durza and the dark spirits that controlled him had transformed Eragon; although for better or for worse he was still unsure. He felt fragile, as if a sudden shock would shatter his reconstructed body and consciousness. And now he had come to the site of the combat, driven by a morbid desire to see its aftermath.
Upon arriving, he found nothing but the un- comfortable presence of death and decay, not the glory that heroic songs had led him to expect. Now it numbed him. Beyond that, he no longer believed that life possessed inher- ent meaning—not after seeing men torn apart by the Kull, a race of giant Urgals, and the ground a bed of thrashing limbs and the dirt so wet with blood it soaked through the soles of his boots.
If any honor existed in war, he concluded, it was in fighting to protect others from harm. He bent and plucked a tooth, a molar, from the dirt.
Bouncing it on his palm, he and Saphira slowly made a circuit through the trampled plain. Ajihad had been gone most of the three days, hunting down Urgals who had managed to escape into the dwarf tunnels that honeycombed the stone beneath the Beor Mountains.
The one time Eragon had seen him between expeditions, Ajihad was in a rage over discovering that his daughter, Nasuada, had disobeyed his orders to leave with the other women and children before the battle.
Murtagh and the Twins had accompanied Ajihad: Even though Murtagh despised his father and was loyal to Eragon, the Varden had not trusted him. But now, no one was willing to waste energy on a petty hate when so much work remained. Eragon missed talking with Murtagh and looked forward to discussing all that had happened, once he returned. As Eragon and Saphira rounded Tronjheim, a small group became visi- ble in the pool of lantern light before the timber gate.
Among them were Orik—the dwarf shifting impatiently on his stout legs—and Arya. The 9 white bandage around her upper arm gleamed in the darkness, reflecting a faint highlight onto the bottom of her hair.
Eragon felt a strange thrill, as he always did when he saw the elf. She looked at him and Saphira, green eyes flashing, then continued watching for Ajihad. By breaking Isidar Mithrim—the great star sapphire that was sixty feet across and carved in the shape of a rose—Arya had allowed Eragon to kill Durza and so win the battle. Still, the dwarves were furious with her for destroying their most prized treasure.
Orik pointed at a cluster of lanterns staked around a large tunnel open- ing a couple of miles away.
Half an hour passed before motion flickered in the distant tunnel. A group of ten men climbed out onto the ground, then turned and helped up as many dwarves. One of the men—Eragon assumed it was Ajihad— raised a hand, and the warriors assembled behind him in two straight lines.
At a signal, the formation marched proudly toward Tronjheim. Before they went more than five yards, the tunnel behind them swarmed with a flurry of activity as more figures jumped out. Eragon squinted, unable to see clearly from so far away.
Those are Urgals! Eragon did not question her. No one had expected an attack now that the Urgal army had been driven away. His wound twinged as Saphira lifted her azure wings, then drove them down and jumped forward, gaining speed and altitude each second.
Be- low them, Arya ran toward the tunnel, nearly keeping apace with 10 Saphira. The monsters had the advantage of surprise and quickly cut down four men, forcing the rest of the warriors, men and dwarves alike, to cluster around Ajihad in an attempt to protect him.
Swords and axes clashed as the groups pressed together. Light flashed from one of the Twins, and an Ur- gal fell, clutching the stump of his severed arm. For a minute, it seemed the defenders would be able to resist the Ur- gals, but then a swirl of motion disturbed the air, like a faint band of mist wrapping itself around the combatants. When it cleared, only four warri- ors were standing: Ajihad, the Twins, and Murtagh.
Before Saphira could reach the fight, the knot of Urgals streamed back to the tunnel and scrambled underground, leaving only prone forms be- hind.
The moment Saphira touched down, Eragon vaulted off, then faltered, overcome by grief and anger. It reminded him too much of when he had returned to the farm to find his uncle Garrow dying.