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The Calm Before The Storm Eragon whipped his sword around and clove a soldier's helm in two then decapitated him with a swift blow. Nearby, Arya danced a dance of death, soldiers falling left and right. The battle pulled them closer till he was standing back to back with her at the Gates of Uru'baen. As the last soldier fell, Eragon turned to her.The Calm Before The Storm by ~Kylar-ban-Durzo
She gazed into his eyes. He had become a formidable warrior. Where was the farm boy he used to be? Gone. War does that to boys. Turns them into Men. They looked long and deep into each others eyes.
Beyond the gates lie the mad King and his Dragon. They both knew they would probably die. Neither of them wanting to waste their precious moments together, leaned in and kissed each other. Eragon felt a thrill by her presence as always. The aroma of crushed pine needles permeated the air. At long last he pulled back and she put a hand on his chee
Shur'tugal: Teaser ChapterSurpriseShur'tugal: Teaser Chapter by ~Kylar-ban-Durzo
The fire on the deck cast Eragon's world in an odd yellow-green light. The screeching sound grated at his nerves and he regretted not having the time to put his armor on. The only comfort he had was knowing that Saphira was well and capable of dealing with the threat.
The Lethrblaka had come from nowhere and the Ra'zac on its back had tossed a bottle of Kingsfire onto the mainsail. Blödhgarm was busy rallying the elven sailors and the remaining spellcasters swayed from side to side in a circle around the burning mast. They chanted and sang and more than a few of them wept at the beauty of the spell they were casting.
Eragon watched in awe as the mast shuddered and the globules of fire fell off into a pile on the deck. The elves then lifted the roaring, insatiable fire and threw it into the sea where it boiled and bubbled, still ignited.
An elf named Nuan ran up to Eragon and handed him his sword, Brisingr. Eragon stood and accepted the blue blade. He then walked to
Attack on EldunariAttack on EldunaríAttack on Eldunari by ~Dinos-Like-Flowers
Attack on Titan and Inheritance cycle crossover
Summary: After defeating Galbatorix Eragon travels to the far east in search of a place to begin his self-chosen exile, but what he finds instead causes him to reconsider his choices regarding his no-interference policy. He can't just leave these people to suffer, can he? Title may change.
I've been reading fanfics for a good while now, and even though I started many myself, I never found them good enough to actually post here. I really liked writing this particular story, even though there isn't really much happening yet.
Spoilers: All of the inheritance cycle, Shingeki no Kyojin up to chapter 50
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance cycle or Shingeki no Kyojin.
Eragon yawned as Saphira glided downward towards the atoll. The tiny ring-shaped island provided little shelter, but it would have to do. The glittering blue dragon was tired, and so was her Rider. After she landed on the pristine beach Eragon im
To Find a Rider: chapter 16Chapter 16 - The Dragon's Plea and the King's PlightTo Find a Rider: chapter 16 by *Future-Aviator
The forever moody skies over the castle of Frostloral cracked! with thunder as the storm from Crystilla moved on over the evil dragon king's place of residency. This storm went mostly unnoticed by those running out and about the castle. However, there was one dragon that paused in a hallway to look out from the large, gothic styled arched windows and towards the raging storm taking place outside. His golden eyes were wide and alive rather than dark and emotionless like the other mindless beasts serving the king. A bolt of lightning sliced through the heavens as if ripping them apart, its brilliant light reflecting off of the dragon's midnight blue scales that would rival the darkness of the skies.
The dragon smiled softly as he imagined flying through the storm. Most dragons would be scared scale-less with even the thought of flying through a massive storm like this. However, the midnight-blue dragon would remember ti