Inheritance Fanfic - The Precursor Elf

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WRAITH!

Iro sat upright in an instant at Beo's alarm. They had been resting in a clearing during the day as they had travelled all night. Putting his helmet on and brandishing his spear in one direction while Beo snarled in another.

"Can you tell what kind?" Iro asked. Beo took a moment to smell the air.

It is a Heart Wraith so be on guard, Beo answered. You know what it will try to do to you.

"You don't have to tell me," Iro growled. The words weren't even out of his mouth before something flew at him, sending them both to the ground. Beo spun around and hissed and frustration. His claws and teeth were too large to kill the enemy without harming Iro.

"Oh Iro!" a familiar voice sobbed. "I was so worried when I found the ruins of our home! I thought you had perished!"

Iro closed his eyes, ears, and heart from the elf the hugged him fiercely. But he couldn't help it as his eyes slowly opened. And there he saw Fa-Lin. The eyes that shifted from forest green to earth brown seamlessly. The tousled hair that sat hung down around his face like a portrait frame. And the hopeful light that shined from his entire being. His blue and gold armour glimmered in the sunlight.

No! Beo warned. Do not be fooled! It is an illusion!

Iro knew that but it still killed him when he pushed 'Fa-Lin' against a nearby tree and saw the pained expression. Iro stepped back and brought the spearpoint to the elf's throat.

"P...please...Iro...don't do this," 'Fa-Lin' pleaded, tears forming in his beautiful eyes. For a second, Iro faltered. The Wraith's face suddenly changed to one of malicious pleasure as he pushed Iro onto his back with unnatural strength and held the shaft of the spear against Iro's throat. Beo hissed and snarled, knowing he could do nothing to protect his friend.

The Wraith, still in the form of Fa-Lin, started laughing as he watched Iro struggle to breathe. Beo couldn't take it anymore, warning his friend of what he was about to do, the dragon swiped the Wraith off with his tail, knocking him out of sight.

"Fi...find it..." Iro choked out, "No remains."

Believe me, Beo growled with savage pleasure. There won't even be any bones left.

Iro watched as the dragon stalked after his prey, his tail slithering out of view between the trees.

Alright, everyone! Here are a few things I'd like to clarify beforehand.

1)   I have decided this to be set a couple of months after Eragon and Saphira left Alagaësia.

2)   Iro and the Precursor Elves have a different type of magic than the rest of Alagaësia. Their magic is more destructive in nature. You'll hear Iro and Beo often say: While creation is a time-consuming endeavour, destruction is instantaneous.