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(wind whistling quietly)

(gentle, lyrical theme playing)

NARRATOR: There was a time when the fierce

and beautiful land of Alagaesia

was ruled by men astride mighty dragons.

To protect and serve was their mission,

and for thousands of years, the people prospered.

But the Riders grew arrogant,

and began to fight among themselves for power.

Sensing their weakness,

a young Rider named Galbatorix betrayed them...

...and in a single bloody battle,

believed he had killed them all...

(dragons screeching, flames whooshing)

...Riders and dragons alike.

Since then, our land has been ruled by Galbatorix.

He crushed all rebellion,

including the freedom fighters known as the Varden.

(soldier screaming)

Those that survived fled to the mountains.

There, they hoped for a miracle

that might even their odds against the king.

Our story begins one night,

as Arya, an ally of the Varden,

rides for her life,

carrying a stone stolen from the king himself.

I suffer without my stone.

Do not prolong my suffering.

(quiet, noble theme playing)

(puffs)

(groans quietly)

NARRATOR: Miles away, a young boy ventures out hunting.

His life, and Alagaesia...

will never be the same again.

(ominous theme playing)

(hissing)

(cries out)

-(yells) -(horse neighs)

(horse whinnies)

(grunting)

(wind whistles quietly)

(suspenseful theme plays)

(eerie whoosh, flames roar)

(gasps)

(speaking ancient language)

Give it to me...

Durza.

...and I'll let you live.

Is there anyone who trusts the word of a Shade?

(speaking ancient language)

(deep rumbling)

(quiet, suspenseful theme playing)

Where did you send it?

Poor Durza.

How will you tell the king...

you failed?

(groan echoing)

(quiet, suspenseful theme playing)

(gasping)

(blows)

(ominous theme crescendos and fades)

(low, indistinct conversation)

(man shouting in distance)

Two more patriotic volunteers for the king's army.

HORST: My sons are not fighters!

The men you take, they never return!

Every village must do its share.

Rejoice. Your sons will be heroes.

Expensive taste, Eragon.

The king's strip.

Best cut there is. The fat just...

melts into the meat.

How much?

(scoffing) How much?

Too much for a poor farm boy.

I have something--

something to trade.

What is this... some kind of stone?

I found it.

Stole it, more likely.

I was hunting.

Hunting in the Spine.

Put it back.

It belongs to the king.

Tell no one you have it.

You'll endanger the whole village.

Now get out.

I don't need that sort of trouble here.

Get-Get out!

Is that any way to treat a customer?

Katrina, this scavenger here is begging for handouts. Meat.

-Is he now? -That's a lie.

Oh.

Out.

Before you scare the customers away.

Katrina!

I was offering an honest trade.

If he had his way, I'd be the faithful

butcher's apprentice for the rest of my life.

(heavy sigh)

I won't do this ever, Eragon.

(sighs)

What else would you do?

I don't know.

The world is much bigger than Carvahall.

BUTCHER: Katrina!

Give my best to your family.

(hens cackle)

SOLDIER: Oh, wow. Look at this, a necklace!

And where did a fool like you find such an appetizing

string of jewels?

Interesting you should ask.

Is that right?

I was walking up the lane the other day,

admiring them sitting on a branch.

Clap of thunder, they fell off, dead at me feet.

So, I thought, well, can't leave 'em there...

someone might trip.

So, I hung 'em up there, out the way.

-You know what I think? -Sir?

I think you're a thief.

-Ooh... -A poacher.

Oh, no!

I confiscate them all in the name of the king.

Don't try.

I'll just cut them down for you then, shall I?

Brothers.

Sorry, I didn't pluck 'em.

Take care of the little bones.

Hate to see you choke.

(horse whinnies in distance)

(groans quietly)

RORAN: All hail, Eragon!

The mighty hunter returns!

Oh...

Yeah.

With his invisible catch.

What happened?

Did you get scared when the deer growled?

(both laughing)

No respect for the hunter?

(chuckling) Don't you ever learn?

(clang)

Shall we have another lesson today?

(grunts)

-(grunts) -Oh!

You fight like an old goat, Roran!

(grunts)

-(Eragon laughing) -(Roran grunting)

Around my breakfast.

You're too slow, Roran!

Wake up, dreamer!

(both grunting)

That sounded like your hand.

(both grunting)

Hey, come on, boys.

That's enough.

Come on, Roran.

What's this?

It's the king's strip.

Extra marbleized for flavor.

The fat melts right into the meat.

Where'd you get it?

Sloan.

He had a surplus today.

Katrina gave it to me.

(chuckles) Of course, she did.

Eragon, we don't take charity.

I just thought that...

I'll just have to pay him back.

(hollow ringing)

(rattling, scraping)

(grunts)

Eragon...

I'm leaving.

I'm old enough to be recruited now.

Before the soldiers come looking for me.

I won't serve in the army.

I'll send word when I've settled.

But... what...?

He knows.

I already told him.

Where will you go?

Don't know yet.

All I know is I'm going.

GARROW: Roran! Eragon!

Come on.

(hoe clanks)

Roran told you, then.

Your day will come too, Eragon.

And you will decide for yourself

the kind of life you wish to lead.

Uncle, I like my life right here.

(horse sputters)

(Garrow laughs gently)

What many men seek is often right under their nose.

But, for some,

the unknown is too hard to resist.

Is that why my mother left?

(heavy sigh)

My sister was in a great hurry when she left you here.

Whatever her reasons, we can only trust

they were for your own good.

Besides, had she not, I wouldn't have gained another son.

(clicking)

What was that?

That's a gift. Set out the traps.

(horse neighing)

Take these.

I've been saving them for you.

Your blessing is all I need.

Take care of yourself, Roran.

Good-bye, Father.

(gentle, noble orchestral theme playing)

RORAN: There's something I have to do before I go.

Katrina.

(kisses)

We're leaving together Eragon.

RORAN: I'm sorry.

We couldn't tell anyone. If Sloan found out, he'd never let her go.

It was the only way.

RORAN: We'll send for you, when we settle.

Be strong... brother.

And work on that aim.

You may make a hunter one day.

Hurry! My father!

(gentle, noble orchestral theme playing)

Good bye, Eragon.

(kisses)

Eragon!

Eragon!

Eragon!

Just who I've been looking for.

(sighs)

I wanna change my mind about that stone of yours.

I spoke with a few people and, well, it may have some value for it.

Not much, perhaps, but, uh, a little.

I put it back, as you told me.

Tell me where.

Maybe with a lamb-shank or two.

Maybe with a side of beef.

I don't know. It was dark.

Eragon, wait.

(descending footsteps)

(rustling, crackling)

(chirring, grunting)

(short bark and whimper)

Not a stone...

an egg.

(snorting, purring quietly)

(grunts)

Look at you.

(purring)

What are you?

(snarling)

(chirring)

Well, you're not a bird...

-(curious purr) -Shh, shh, shh.

-Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. -(purring)

(rumbling whoosh)

(rumbling whoosh)

(gasps)

(ominous theme playing)

(creaking)

Where is it?

(breathing heavily)

Too late.

It's hatched.

(screams)

ARYA (distant): It's hatched...

(chirring)

(purring)

Look at what you did.

GARROW: Eragon! Wake up!

Get on with your chores!

(raspy trilling)

Right here, Uncle.

We do have a cow.

Some mornings we even get milk from it.

I'm just looking for the pail.

You got a problem too.

(mooing)

(whimpers)

Hungry?

(chirring)

-Go on. -(quiet purring)

Drink while it's still warm.

(curious whimper)

(purring, sniffing)

I'm sorry.

That's all there is.

(chirring loudly)

Shh!

(high-pitched squeaking in distance)

(loud squeak, dragon grunts)

(gulps)

So much for our rat problem.

(loud belch)

(thunder rumbling)

DURZA: My King, Galbatorix, as you feared,

the dragon has hatched.

But to a mere farm boy.

To whom is not the issue.

When the Varden learn that the legend is real,

they will be encouraged to challenge me,

and I am not interested in being challenged.

There is no one left for you to fear, My King.

Beyond these borders are remnants of the Resistance,

dwarves, elves, the Varden.

I can't let them have hope.

Do not let them reach the Varden.

I will find the boy...

and kill him before he becomes a man.

(growling)

(sniffing and panting)

(chirrs)

Where is your mother?

(chirrs)

Did she abandon you, too?

Did she leave in a great hurry?

(sniffing)

(chirring, cooing)

(cooing)

I have to go back.

(screeching)

(cooing)

That voice.

It's you, isn't it?

(cooing)

I believe it.

How did you...

I hear it in here.

Say something else.

(chirring)

(ominous theme playing)

(screeching)

Ra'zac!

(screeching)

Ra'zac!

Kill the Rider.

(indistinct voices)

MAN 1: Nothing from my boys.

Not a word.

Their mother's heart is broken.

And for what?

More death?

More suffering?

Easy, Horst.

The soldiers will hear you.

BROM: What's that matter?

Speak or not speak, it makes no difference.

Quiet, Brom. A fool like you has nothing to lose.

No argument there.

Don't mind me.

But it wasn't always like this, was it?

There was a time when our land flourished

without cruelty and fear.

A time of dragons and Dragon Riders.

MAN 2: Those days are long gone.

BROM: No one could defeat them...

Until, that is one of their own,

a rider named Galbatorix

decided to take all the power for himself and cut down any dragon rider

-who opposed him. -Enough...

-before you hang by a tree. -No!

Let him finish.

And one day he will pay for his crimes.

Are you deaf? Be on your way!

The time of Dragon Riders...

will come again.

(gentle, noble theme playing)

ERAGON: And then Brom said...

"The time of the Dragon Riders will come again."

(laughs)

(dragon bleating)

Well, first... I think you need to fly.

(grunts, laughs)

Yea... you did it!

(bleating, chirring)

(music quiets)

She's gone.

-(quiet tinkling) -(Eragon cries out)

(deep rumbling)

(thunder booms, flames crackle)

(dragon screeching)

(growling)

What's happening?

DRAGON (female voice): Brom was right, Eragon.

The time of the Dragon Riders has come again.

You can hear my thoughts!

I have waited a thousand years to hear your thoughts.

And now, you can hear mine.

I am Saphira, and you are my Rider.

Rider?

(door creaking)

(quiet, mysterious theme playing)

Get out!

Is it true?

What you spoke of.

Didn't you hear me?

Get out.

I want to know more.

Please...

tell me about the dragons.

(quiet grunt)

Did anybody follow you here?

How big will they grow?

-When do they breathe fire? -Shh!

(whispering) Keep your voice down.

You mock the king.

In front of his soldiers.

Eh, I always say,

"Better ask forgiveness than permission."

Then tell me...

tell me about the dragons.

Go home!

Mind your corn.

Till your fields, all right?

You'll just get yourself into trouble.

What's it make you, then?

(grunts)

A liar?

Or a coward.

I know.

I know your story is true.

(ominous theme plays)

(hurried footsteps)

(distant clattering)

(clattering)

(thumping)

(eerie slithering)

(man groaning)

-(thump) -SLOAN: I told you...

his name is Eragon. (slithering)

(pained grunt) Please, don't...

(weak whimper)

(groaning)

The boy... the boy took it with him.

He lives on a farm.

The furthest one in the valley.

Please, don't kill me.

-(Sloan groaning loudly) -(eerie chittering)

(thump)

(eerie chittering)

(Sloan groans)

(eerie chittering, slithering)

(panting)

-SAPHIRA: Eragon! -(shouts)

It's you they want!

-Take me down! -You're in danger.

-What are you doing? I have to warn my uncle. -It's too late.

There's nothing you can do!

Hold on!

(Eragon shouting)

SAPHIRA: You're ridiculous! Hold on!

(moaning and panting)

I'm begging you, please put me down now!

I can't. They'll kill you!

Take me down, now!

You stupid boy.

(Eragon shouting)

(deep, roiling whoosh)

I'm slipping!

(growls)

Take me down now!

You're giving me no choice.

(Eragon shouts)

(whooshing grows louder)

-(heavy thud) -(guttural screech, snarl)

(panting)

Uncle?

Uncle!

(sighs)

(indistinct whisper)

(sobbing)

(thudding)

Eragon?

(sniffles)

I should have been here,

to warn him.

This is your fault.

But you would have met the same fate.

No, I could have saved him.

Go away!

(deep grunt)

And stay away!

(low growl)

(sobbing)

Uncle, I'm sorry.

(footsteps)

(yells)

(grunts)

You!

Let go of me.

Where's your dragon?

-Gone. -What do you mean, gone?

I sent her away.

Well, you can't stay here and mourn, they'll be back for you.

-Come on. -I'm not going anywhere. Not until I bury him.

There.

What are you doing?

A funeral fit for a king.

Come on.

Let go.

Listen!

They killed him, but they were after you.

If we stay here, we're both dead.

Now get on that horse. Go on.

Get up there!

Who are you?

Ride, now. Go on.

(intense, dramatic orchestral theme playing)

Come on, boy! Ride!

(intense, dramatic orchestral theme continues playing)

(horse whinnies)

(horse sputters)

(groans)

Why here?

Because I said here.

Call your dragon.

My uncle was killed because of her.

She was protecting you against the Ra'zac.

I could have killed them.

That's the spirit.

One part brave, three parts fool.

What? You don't think I could do it?

The Ra'zac kill mercilessly.

That's what they do.

But a boy of 15, 16...

Seventeen!

Seventeen, forgive me.

But I think even a 17-year-old boy

might probably last a minute

against Durza's assassins.

Then I'll find Durza and kill him.

Durza's a Shade.

A sorcerer.

Possessed with demonic spirits.

Find Durza... (chuckles)

you'll be no better off than your uncle.

You just pray to heaven he doesn't find you,

'cause the king won't rest until he does.

You're the Varden'' only hope.

Who are the Varden?

Rebels, outcasts, men who are brave

or mad enough to oppose Galbatorix.

They built a stronghold in the Beor Mountains.

How do you know all this?

Because I've been a part of it.

I've seen things... you could never imagine.

Now call your dragon.

She's far away by now.

She can't hear me.

Shall we have an agreement not to lie to each other?

I know she hears your thoughts. Now call your dragon.

ERAGON (thinking): Saphira, can you find us?

SAPHIRA: I never left you.

(whooshing)

(horses whinnying)

-ERAGON: I'm sorry for what I said. -I understand.

You loved him very much.

And who might this be?

ERAGON: This is Brom.

He knows about dragons.

SAPHIRA: He knows about dragons?

I'll be the judge of that.

(roars)

ERAGON: Easy...

I think he's a friend.

Muscular.

Graceful proportions.

Talons...

nicely curved.

Legs a bit thin.

(snarls)

SAPHIRA: Only my voice is gentle... old man.

BROM: Spikes sharp.

All in all, a fine young dragon.

Well, he does know a bit about dragons.

And soon... strong enough to ride.

Not me. I won't do it again.

My story was about you, Eragon.

It is your fate to be a Dragon Rider.

The Varden need a Rider

if they are to defeat Durza and the king.

-I didn't ask for any of this. -But you were chosen, nevertheless.

A dragon will only hatch if it feels the presence of its Rider.

It'll wait forever if it has to.

What he says is true.

But now it's found you, it will serve you and only you,

and that's put your life in danger.

Because it chose me?

No, because the easiest way

for the king to destroy your dragon is to kill you.

A Rider will live on if his dragon is killed.

But if a Rider dies...

SAPHIRA: ...so does his dragon.

(clanking, scraping)

(groaning)

(muttering)

(chatter stops)

(grunts)

(clanking)

(grunting)

Handsome blade.

Simple...

-and to the point! -(screams)

(bellows)

The farm boy evaded the Ra'zac.

(groaning)

Bring me his head.

(grunts)

(groaning)

Durza will send his Urgals after us.

Ahead, five hard days' ride, is the river town of Daret.

The last outpost before we reach the foothills.

Now, if we can get there without being discovered,

we have a chance.

Tell Saphira to fly above us and scout

the countryside for Urgals, or worse, Ra'zacs.

If they find us, we'll have no chance.

And tell her only to come to us at night.

Do as he says...

but be careful.

You be careful.

(slithering)

(ominous theme playing)

(distant cries)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(distant scream)

This way.

(screaming in distance)

BROM: Urgals.

They used to be the king's enemies.

Now they're his guard.

They're closer to us than I thought.

We better stay off the roads.

Why can't we take--

Quiet!

You're not ready to take anything yet.

I have skills.

I can fight.

My cousin--

Roran and I--

we've trained.

With swords.

Well, then.

Perhaps I've underestimated you.

Ah!

(groans)

What was that for?

You can't expect your enemies to introduce themselves to you before they attack.

It won't happen again.

Right, then, let's see these skills of yours.

You know this won't be fair to you, old man.

Humor me.

Oh, dear.

Well, I see the effect of your training.

(grunts)

Good, good.

(Eragon grunts, groans)

Don't get overconfident.

(grunting)

Hmm.

It won't be your cousin Roran you're fighting.

And it won't be wooden staves, either.

Well, I'm hungry.

Did I mention? The loser gets dinner.

Or did your cousin, Roran, teach you to hunt too?

(oink)

(screeching)

That kill was mine.

Of course, it was.

Don't dragons breathe fire?

She's not old enough to sustain a flame.

SAPHIRA: Lucky for you.

Brisingr.

(growls)

How did you do that?

What did you just do?

I started the fire.

BROM: You better take some of that meat before she eats it all.

-Or we will be going hungry. -Why don't you do it?

Because...

I'm tending the hearth.

Saphira...

you have to share your food with us.

(growling)

What's the matter?

I'm not hungry.

(rousing, heroic, orchestral theme playing)

(deep rumbling)

Eragon! Wake up, come on.

Wake up.

We're at the village of Daret.

We'll leave the horses here.

Keep Saphira close.

(wind chimes jangling gently in distance)

(wind gusting)

Buy some bread... down there.

Come back, meet me here.

I won't be long.

Don't talk to anybody.

(conversing indistinctly)

(mysterious theme plays)

(rustling)

Do you wish Angela to read your fortune?

But I have no money.

Did Angela ask for money?

Knuckle bones...

of a dragon.

They will tell me everything about you.

(bones rattling)

(slow growl)

(echoing) This is difficult.

A young life so tangled.

But you have been long-awaited by many races.

Great battles rage around you. (echoing)

Can't be.

I don't understand.

You have powers you do not acknowledge.

But there is a doom upon you.

Part of it lies in a death that rapidly approaches. (echoing)

No.

It's already happened.

And a girl.

She calls to you in your dreams. (echoing)

She's part of your past...

and your future.

Who is she?

Tell me her name.

(rustling)

-(wind whirring) -(clinking)

(deep snarling)

(groaning)

Do I have to do everything myself?

The fortune-teller--

Did she tell you about him? Huh?

Come on.

Where has everybody gone?

She told me my future.

The future is for the living, Eragon.

(roaring)

Come on!

-(grunting) -(bellowing)

(grunting)

(grunting) Saphira!

Brisingr!

(intense, dramatic theme playing)

(sighs)

SAPHIRA: Eragon!

Eragon.

(gasping)

My hand, it burns.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

My head.

It feels like I've been kicked by a horse.

What happened?

Most new Dragon Riders take years

to learn what you discovered by instinct.

What's that?

Magic.

I was only reacting.

Magic comes from dragons.

It flows through the Riders who command them.

(whooshing in distance)

ERAGON: Saphira.

She's fine.

BROM: But she felt your fear as her own.

Your bond with her is strong.

ERAGON: Those were Urgals, weren't they?

Yes.

Did I kill them?

Yes.

But death is nothing to celebrate.

Magic must be your last resort.

It has rules, it has limitations.

Before you cast a spell,

you must learn the ancient language of the elves.

Brisingr.

Brisingr means "fire," is fire.

The thing is the word.

Know the word, and you control the thing.

Before you can cast a spell, you must have

the physical strength to withstand its effect.

Some spells may leave you weakened.

Other spells, as you found out on the bridge,

can leave you unconscious.

And yet, other spells,

if you use them before you're ready,

will kill you.

I can teach you the words,

but the limits of your strength you must learn for yourself.

What's the word for "tree"?

Tree is trevom.

And the branch?

K'veister.

-K'veister. -And when a dragon

and Rider are truly one, then they see as one...

...and that's skulblakas ven.

Skulblakas ven.

Well, since we've announced ourselves so spectacularly

to the world, we're going to have to find another way through these hills.

Of course,

that would be a lot easier, if you were flying.

(deep whooshing)

(thud)

Did someone mention flying?

Are you ready to try again,

Dragon Rider?

I didn't do so well last time.

We didn't do so well.

You can thank Brom for the saddle.

Eh, it's not so bad up here.

(gasps)

(laughs)

SAPHIRA: Not so bad at all.

(screaming)

(laughing)

Yeah!

SAPHIRA: Lean!

Not that much!

Feel how she moves, Eragon,

how she turns, and when she accelerates.

Come on, let's see what you got.

You want speed?

Here we go.

(shouting)

Hold on, Eragon.

(grunts)

SAPHIRA: You asked for it.

There you go!

(laughing)

(roiling whoosh)

(wind whistling)

SAPHIRA: When we're truly one,

you can fight from everywhere, even from the tail.

ERAGON: I want to try it.

Maybe not yet.

Oh, it's easy, I can do this.

Oh... oh...

Maybe not yet.

SAPHIRA (chuckling): Maybe not yet.

ERAGON: Maybe I can try this.

Skulblakas ven!

Fantastic!

You always see like this?

That's nothing.

Watch this.

(laughing)

(neighing)

(hissing snarl)

(snarling in distance)

What's wrong?

(horse neighing in distance)

SAPHIRA: Ra'zacs!

Brom!

(roaring)

This time, they die.

-Now go! -With pleasure.

(hissing snarl)

Come on. Come on.

Eragon, stay out of this!

Lower, Saphira! Lower!

(grunts, groans)

(whooshing)

(thud)

(growling)

-(snarling) -(groans)

K'veister!

SAPHIRA: Eragon, above you.

(blade clanks)

Come on! (grunts)

(clanking)

(snarl)

(dark, rhythmic theme plays)

(weak snarling)

(slithering)

(growls softly)

Protect your dragon.

Your irresponsibility nearly cost Saphira her life.

SAPHIRA: Don't worry about me.

I'm stronger than he thinks.

Do you not listen to anything I tell you?

Better to ask forgiveness than permission.

Your duty is to reach the Varden alive!

Let's talk about truth before we start talking about duty.

What are you talking about?

I thought we agreed not to lie to one another.

Dragon Rider.

Of course.

Not anymore.

Where is your dragon?

Dead.

She was murdered by another Rider

with this sword.

Zar'roc.

(snarling)

That sword is a dragon killer.

The Rider's name

was Morzan.

Galbatorix won him over.

And while she was trying to protect me...

my dragon was killed.

SAPHIRA: Better we...

than our Riders.

BROM: So I... set out to search for Morzan.

And I found him.

I took his sword,

and I drove it through his heart.

(inhales deeply) As he died, so did his dragon.

The last, except for the king's.

So I hid out in Carvahall...

(sighing) with a shame...

I rightly deserved.

Because of me,

the days of the Dragon Riders were over.

Then you came.

You both came.

SAPHIRA: And now, the days of the Riders have come again.

(ominous theme playing)

(raspy breathing)

"Bring me the boy,"

I said.

"Bring me his blood..."

...I said.

But you...

...you bring me nothing.

(anxious, shallow breathing)

(thud)

-You. -Hmm?

Congratulations, you've just been promoted.

(dismayed grunt)

DURZA: I tire of this.

I'll bring the boy to me.

(gasps)

(birds chirping)

(distorted) Tell me your name.

(distorted) Eragon.

Eragon.

I am Arya, Princess of Ellesmera.

We are allies with the Varden.

You are the only one who can save me.

Well, how do I find you?

Durza holds me prisoner

DURZA: At Gil'ead.

(gasping)

(birds chirping)

Where are you going?

To find Arya.

How do you know that name?

She's Durza's prisoner.

I'm going to free her.

That's out of the question.

Gil'ead is in the opposite direction.

We can't start going back-- we're almost there!

I won't let you do that.

It's too much of a risk.

That egg was sent to me.

I'll decide what risk I take, not you.

Eragon, this is more than about just us.

If I don't, she'll be killed.

Yes, and it's a sacrifice she's happy to make,

because she values your life over hers.

I won't let her die.

If she dies, then she'll join the countless others

who've died waiting for you,

as the Varden now wait for you.

You must try and understand,

it is your life that's important.

I do understand.

One false move, one reckless decision,

and everything is lost.

SAPHIRA: It's good to be brave, but...

sometimes it's better to be wise.

Eragon, listen to me!

Your shame is not mine.

You forgot what it means to be a Dragon Rider.

I will save her.

Eragon...

Please don't, Saphira.

I'm the Rider, and I say we go.

(roaring)

(calling out) Eragon.

(echo) Eragon. Eragon.

(slow, ominous theme plays)

ERAGON: You'll draw too much attention.

We'll have to wait for night, and I'll go in alone.

Those walls hold death, Eragon.

Not today, not for us.

I'm going to save her life-- I can do this.

Our power

is greatest when we're together.

We can't truly be together until I become as strong as you.

-(wind whistling) -(rustling)

(shouting indistinct commands)

Move faster!

Make way!

Keep up. Come on.

(whispered murmuring)

(slow, ominous theme plays)

(Eragon whispering) Skulblakas ven.

(Arya gasping)

ERAGON: Marmort.

(panting)

Eragon!

You shouldn't have come.

But in the woods...

Leave me here.

Go.

Now.

DURZA: It's far too late for that.

(chuckling)

Forgive me if I stare.

I knew you were young, but even then,

I expected someone a little more...

well, more.

(rumbling whoosh)

(clattering, clanking)

(groans)

(clanging)

Brisingr!

Ah...

a young magician.

How quaint.

Do you already feel it draining your strength?

(hisses): Brisingr.

They say, as a Dragon Rider

draws his last breath,

he can hear the dying screams of his dragon.

(chuckles)

(Brom shouts)

(groaning)

No!

You'll have to do much better than that.

(rumbling whoosh)

(panting)

(groans)

-Get out. -No, not without you.

Come on. Let's go.

(cries out)

Take Zar'roc.

(Saphira roaring)

(Ra'zac soldiers screaming)

(roaring)

Saphira, can you carry three?

Not for very long.

(grunting)

(screams)

I suggest you leave quickly.

(groaning)

-Come on. Let's get out of here! -(Saphira roars)

(Ra'zac soldier yells)

(soldiers shouting in distance)

(arrows whipping)

Higher! They're on the roof!

SAPHIRA: I can't!

The weight is too much!

(wind blowing)

Eragon?

BROM: Durza?

-Durza? -Durza's dead.

Did you pierce him through the heart?

You can only kill a Shade if you pierce him

through the heart.

(groans)

We must get help.

Where?

From the Varden.

BROM: Yes.

Go to the Varden.

Take this.

Go...

without me.

No.

I need you.

No, Eragon.

It's I who've always needed you.

You gave me my life back again.

Take care of Saphira.

Without her...

you'll find life is hardly worth living.

I won't let you die,

not for my mistake.

(quiet, noble theme playing)

Waise... heill!

(grunting)

You are not strong enough...

yet.

That's the spirit.

One part brave, three parts fool.

(chuckles)

(moans)

Forgive me.

SAPHIRA: Eragon, let him die with pride...

(roars)

SAPHIRA: ...as a Dragon Rider.

(quiet, noble theme plays)

SAPHIRA: I can't breathe fire yet, but...

I can do this for Brom.

(whooshing)

(rocks clattering)

Now, time cannot ravage him.

Who will remember him?

Many people will.

Because of you.

(quiet, noble theme plays)

(rumbling)

(panting)

SAPHIRA: Eragon!

The Shade has poisoned her. Someone's coming.

(Arya gasping)

I need to get you to the Varden.

How do I find them?

(distorted, burbling whoosh)

(panting)

(laughing)

This one's been following us.

Stand up.

(horse whinnies)

All my life I dreamed of dragons.

Who are you?

And why are you following us?

I'm Murtagh, and you need me, Dragon Rider.

Thanks, but I'll be fine without you.

You seek the Varden?

I know the mountains.

Every valley and stream.

She'll suffer if you go astray.

Why did you risk your life for us?

My family was slaughtered by the king's men

when I was a boy.

I heard rumors.

They said a Rider had appeared.

SAPHIRA: Eragon...

we must go.

If there were ever a time for retribution, this was it.

If you can show me the quickest way to the Varden...

To the Varden it is.

(wry laugh)

You'll learn to trust me, Dragon Rider.

(deep, rumbling growl)

I'm not the only one you need to convince.

(heroic, rhythmic theme playing)

ERAGON: Don't be fooled by his beauty.

It's done its share of killing.

Never held a sword of a rider before.

Strong grip.

Sharp blade.

Ah! I could get used to this.

Don't.

Not the sharing type, I see.

We can learn a lot from each other.

You could teach me the secret skills of a Dragon Rider.

What can I learn from you?

The art of staying alive.

(majestic theme playing)

MURTAGH: We'll have to go by foot from here.

The only way in. Waterfall is just down at the end of this gorge.

Once we're in, there is no way out.

If the Urgals follow us, we will be trapped.

Go back, if you want. I'm going on.

Then again...

ERAGON: Saphira, keep Arya safe until I call.

SAPHIRA: I will.

But hurry. The Urgals are closing in.

(ominous, rhythmic theme plays)

(grunting)

Thanks. Again.

Don't mention it.

Tell me your vision looked something like this.

Follow me.

Look. I said I would take you to the waterfall.

But I never said anything about going further.

The answer should just be around the falls.

Let's just say, my welcome won't be the same as yours, Eragon. Trust me.

Suit yourself.

The task was simple, bring the boy to me.

There were... complications.

Yes, so I've heard.

Complications do tend to happen.

But fortunately for you, your incompetence may work in my favor.

The boy has led us directly to the Varden.

And so, the job falls upon you, Durza,

to remind those who resist my rule

that, as long as I am king,

disloyalty will be punishable by death.

Gather my army and follow them.

-Leave no one alive. -(snarling)

Move up there! Come on. Move up there!

Which one of you is the Rider?

I am. My name is Eragon.

I am Ajihad, leader of the Varden.

If you are the Rider, call your beast inside.

If it attacks, you will die first.

ERAGON: Saphira, bring Arya,

but be cautious.

(rumbling whoosh)

(roaring)

(Varden murmuring)

(stone rumbling)

(thud echoing)

ERAGON: How is Arya?

SAPHIRA: She's holding on.

Her heart beats faintly.

(gasping)

She's been poisoned by a Shade.

AJIHAD: Our healers will make her well.

Watch over Arya,

but be careful.

You be careful.

(groaning)

(shouts)

(whispering)

Urgals.

They're scouring the mountain as we speak.

Time is short.

I must know if you're with us.

We'll be greatly outnumbered.

We've come to join you.

(exhales)

(slow, suspenseful theme plays)

(snaps fingers) Seize him.

(shouting)

(roars)

ERAGON: He's with me!

He saved my life.

He is the son of Morzan,

the traitor.

Is it true?

A son doesn't choose his father.

This was the only thing he ever gave me.

I hated that man until the day he died.

Lock him up.

If he tries to escape, kill him.

Ugh! Let go of me!

Dare we trust the one who traveled with Morzan's son.

Carries the sword of Morzan.

The dragon killer who betrayed our riders, to Galbatorix.

It was given to me by Brom, the great rider, who killed Morzan.

We must inspect your mind for darker motives.

I don't have to prove myself to you.

Everyone who enters the Varden dearth must undergo the test.

There is no other way.

Our lives turn on a single betrayal.

ERAGON: Welcome back.

BROM: Use no magic...

(groaning)

If you try and hide your memories, we will take them from you by force.

GARROW: Your day will come too, Eragon.

ANGELA: She's part of your past and your future.

Have you made a pact with the king?

How do you summon the dragon's magic?

(Eragon screaming)

BROM: Magic comes from dragons.

Saphira, help me. Help me. (echoing)

(screaming)

-(Eragon groaning) -(growling)

AJIHAD: Enough!

The rider has passed his test.

We strongly protest.

He will rest, after such an arduous journey.

Saphira will find a place to roost above us.

And then, they will both prove themselves, as we all must, in battle.

And now we must tell all our people,

that the battle we have prepared for, has come to us.

(Urgals shouting)

These cowards will hide no more!

Tonight, we destroy the Resistance.

(shouting)

Annihilate!

(shouting)

But the boy is mine.

(clattering)

[girl] Excuse me. I should've knocked.

It's fine.

My father asked me to bring you to him.

I'll be ready in just a moment.

Arya has responded well to our healers' work.

Her strength runs deep.

When can I see her?

She's resting now.

Only she can answer that.

(doors rumbling)

Tronjheim.

The ancient dwarf city, a reminder of our glorious past.

Scared.

Since your arrival, the twins have been working hard.

They may be know that some dragon riders betrayed us.

ERAGON: They're afraid of me.

Why wouldn't they be?

There's no retreat from here.

Nowhere else to hide.

This suspicion has kept us alive all these years.

When word spread of a new Dragon Rider,

we were expecting someone who was more, well...

More than me.

I've heard it before.

Dragon Rider, bless her...

The child's parents were murdered by Galbatorix. She is all alone.

Sorry.

-I don't know how. -But you must.

Please. A true Dragon Rider, carries the magic of blessings.

Atra gulai un ilian tauthr

(rumbling) ono un atra ono waise skolir fra rauthr.

Is this how the Varden welcomes the Dragon Rider?

Eragon is here to fight for you.

(indistinct chattering)

What are they doing?

Urgals have breached the ancient tunnels.

Farthen Dur has been our home for many generations.

But soon, we will set it aflame to save ourselves.

Murtagh is a skilled fighter.

He can help us.

He can also betray us.

But he could have let me die, more than once.

Now is not the time for this debate.

I cannot free him. Follow me.

(hammering, clanking)

(man yelling instructions)

Your armor is ready for you.

(distant) Take your positions! Come on!

We must prepare for battle.

It's not as easy as it looks, is it?

You look... fit for battle.

As will you.

Will I?

(ominous theme plays)

(clanging)

(man yelling commands)

Be strong, Eragon.

The search for a Rider

has been long and dangerous.

Some of us have carried the egg for as long as we can remember,

hoping it would hatch.

And fate finally carried it to you.

Why me?

I'm just a farm boy from Carvahall.

Because that is who Saphira chose.

I barely even recognize myself.

You have come a long way, Eragon.

-They still doubt me. -They will doubt you,

till you prove them otherwise.

And then?

Then they will follow you.

How will you want them to follow?

Believe anything you wanted to believe.

That's how legends go.

What about you?

Do you doubt me?

Come along. There is something you should see.

ARYA: They worked through the night

to protect our greatest hope.

And our leader who rides her.

(deep, resonant horn blast)

VARDEN OFFICER: It is time!

-(horn sounding) -OFFICER: All out of the Varden!

(horn sounds)

-(Varden soldiers shouting) -OFFICER: Take your positions!

Take your positions!

Take your positions!

(men shouting out)

(ominous theme playing)

-They are-- -Here.

OFFICER: Ready the archers!

(deep, slow, resonating thuds)

(gasping)

(thudding grows louder)

(all yelling)

(distant clamoring)

(men roaring)

Fire now!

(men roaring)

(groans)

Attack now!

(screaming) Get me out of here!

Archer's ready?

Lose!

(groaning)

I need to know, Saphira, why me?

You choose a leader for his heart.

But I'm not without fear.

Without fear, there cannot be courage.

But when we are together, it is our enemies

who should be afraid.

And are we together, Saphira?

(screams) As one?

(roars)

(flame whooshing)

I take that as a yes.

(roaring)

ERAGON: Into the sky!

To win or die!

(growls)

Fire!

(flames roaring)

ERAGON: Yes!

(cheering)

(screaming)

Let me out! Let me out!

Let me out of here!

-Let me-- -(Urgal growling)

(grunts)

-(blade whipping) -(Urgal grunting)

(yells)

(grunts)

(gasping, grunting)

(groaning)

It is over so quickly?

No.

It has not yet begun.

(chilling, ominous theme playing)

(soldiers yelling)

(snarling)

(grunting)

(speaking ancient language)

(speaking ancient language)

(growling)

(laughing menacingly)

-(growling) -(yells)

MURTAGH: Oh, no.

Time to return the favor.

(Urgal soldiers screaming)

I guess we're even!

(ominous theme plays)

(snarling)

(Varden soldiers screaming)

Come! Taste the blood of your dragon!

Let's finish this!

(snarling)

What is that thing?

SAPHIRA: Dark magic.

(grunting)

Closer, so we can reach his heart.

SAPHIRA: This time, rip it out of his chest.

-(thud) -(Eragon grunting, coughing)

(Saphira growling)

(roaring)

(yells)

(snarling)

(screams)

(roaring)

(screeching in pain)

Saphira!

Hear her scream!

(screeching)

(grunting)

Saphira, you're hurt.

SAPHIRA: Don't worry about me.

Keep your mind in the fight.

(Saphira grunts, groans)

Skulblakas ven.

(whooshing)

What's happening?

My vision's failing.

SAPHIRA: It's not you, but me.

(groans)

This wound weakens me.

Easy, Saphira.

We're gonna get through this, together.

(Saphira grunts)

SAPHIRA: I'm losing strength.

I know what I have to do.

(growls)

(Saphira groans)

(groans)

ERAGON: Now!

(Saphira grunts)

(Eragon yells)

(dark creature screams)

(thunderous explosion)

(grunting)

-(yells) -That's for Brom!

(guttural screeching)

I expected more.

(screaming)

(growls)

(groans)

Saphira!

(grunting, panting)

(raspy, gurgling groan)

(quiet, noble theme plays)

SAPHIRA: We did it.

(whispers) Saphira...

Together.

(deep, rumbling breath)

Whatever life... there is in me...

take it.

Eragon, no.

(deep, rumbling breath)

SAPHIRA: Even you don't have a heart

strong enough...

for both of us.

(gasping)

Wait!

Help!

(weak, rumbling breath)

(grunts)

(melancholy theme playing)

(melancholy theme continues)

(grunting weakly)

Ah-ah-ah.

Slowly, Rider.

Saphira.

Some friends can't be replaced.

(distant whooshing)

Well, luckily, some don't have to be.

Saphira... I didn't think I could do it.

You shouldn't have.

It was reckless.

But I'm glad you did.

Wasn't it an old wise man who once said,

"One part brave, three parts fool"?

Brom would be proud of you.

Of us.

And Arya?

Thought that might come up.

Get changed.

She's off to Ellesmera.

But what horse was ever born that could outrun a dragon?

(cheering wildly)

(hooves thundering)

(whooshing)

(whinnying)

(thudding)

You never gave me a chance to say good-bye.

There was no time.

Galbatorix will try to avenge this defeat.

I must return to my people in Ellesmera.

And you must prepare the Varden.

You lost those who were dear to you.

You've paid a great price for your courage.

Did you know the people of the Varden

already tell stories about you?

The legend of Eragon, the Great Shadeslayer,

spreads throughout Alagaesia.

You know how legends go.

People will believe just about anything these days.

(chuckles)

When will I see you again?

Time moves quickly.

Only yesterday, you were a farm boy.

Today, you are a hero.

Tomorrow... may see us together again.

Then I'll be waiting for tomorrow.

SAPHIRA: Tomorrow will come,

sooner than you think.

Take care of him, Saphira.

I will.

(snarling)

(heroic theme playing)

Come.

(roiling whoosh)

(heroic theme crescendos and resolves)

(ominous theme playing)

(screaming)

(deep snarling)

("Keep Holding On" playing)

♪ You're not alone, together we stand ♪

♪ I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand ♪

♪ When it gets cold and it feels like the end ♪

♪ There's no place to go, you know I won't give in ♪

♪ No, I won't give in ♪

♪ Keep holding on ♪

♪ 'Cause you know we'll make it through ♪

♪ We'll make it through ♪

♪ Just stay strong ♪

♪ 'Cause you know I'm here for you ♪

♪ I'm here for you ♪

♪ There's nothing you could say, nothing you could do ♪

♪ There's no other way when it comes to the truth ♪

♪ So, keep holding on ♪

♪ 'Cause you know we'll make it through ♪

♪ We'll make it through ♪

♪ So far away, I wish you were here ♪

♪ Before it's too late, this could all disappear ♪

♪ Before the doors close and it comes to an end ♪

♪ With you by my side, I will fight and defend ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Keep holding on ♪

♪ 'Cause you know we'll make it through ♪

♪ We'll make it through ♪

♪ Just stay strong ♪

♪ 'Cause you know I'm here for you ♪

♪ I'm here for you ♪

♪ There's nothing you could say, nothing you could do ♪

♪ There's no other way when it comes to the truth ♪

♪ So, keep holding on ♪

♪ 'Cause you know we'll make it through ♪

♪ We'll make it through. ♪

(song ends)

("Once In Every Lifetime" playing)

♪ It's time to move out of the darkness ♪

♪ Use what you feel inside ♪

♪ Your faith alone will guide you ♪

♪ Feel the turning tide ♪

♪ It's in your heart ♪

♪ It's in your soul ♪

♪ Don't be scared ♪

♪ Keep believing ♪

♪ I know you know deep inside ♪

♪ That your time has come ♪

♪ Once in every lifetime ♪

♪ If you do believe ♪

♪ Man can move a mountain ♪

♪ Change the course of history ♪

♪ How far we've come ♪

♪ So far ♪

♪ From home ♪

♪ Trust in your path, you've been chosen ♪

♪ Become your destiny ♪

♪ Lead and they will follow you ♪

♪ You're truth will set you free ♪

♪ It's in your heart ♪

♪ It's in your soul ♪

♪ Don't be scared, keep believing ♪

♪ I know you know, deep inside ♪

♪ That your time has come ♪

♪ Once in every lifetime ♪

♪ If you do believe ♪

♪ Man can move a mountain ♪

♪ Change the course of history ♪

♪ How far we've come ♪

♪ So far ♪

♪ From home ♪

(recorder plays noble, yearning melody)

♪ Once in every lifetime ♪

♪ If you do believe ♪

♪ Man can move a mountain ♪

♪ Change the course of history ♪

♪ How far we've come ♪

♪ So far ♪

♪ From home ♪