Eragon looked himself over in the body length mirror. His features were more feline then ever and his ears almost looked non-human. Every day he looked more and more like an elf, and his reflexes fallowed the same path.
They were back in Surda now, preparing for the battle many thought would end them all. All Eragon knew was that if he faced his brother again, he would not come off as well as her had last time. Some how, he knew Murtagh had taken additional oaths for the king and there would be no way around them. Murtagh would stay in Surda until Eragon was defeated.
Saphira poked her Safire head into the tent. Her face was covered with new, shinning silver armor. She had grown much in the last twelve weeks. Those weeks had been more eventful then any. First was Hothgars funeral, then Katrina's rescue, and then back to Ellesemera for another nine months of training with Oromis. He had only gotten the letter of war a week ago when he set out for Surda. Are you ready? Saphira asked.
As ready as I'm going to be. He replied. He turned to see Roran embracing Katrina. Though he whispered, Eragon heard him say, "Do not fret, my love. I will not die today. We shall take down this King and then you and I shall be married."
Eragon hated to interrupt, but he had to. "Roran, the battle is about to start."
"Yes." Was his only reply. He walked out of the tent, but Eragon stayed back.
"Don't worry Katrina, he will be fine. I'll keep an extra careful eye on him." He winked at her.
She smiled ad kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Eragon."
He left the tent and found Roran mounting Saphira. He actually loved flying on Saphira and refused to walk anywhere when she was available. Saphira seemed to love taking him for a fly too.
Eragon climbed on and Saphira took off. Have you been storing energy in your belt? Saphira asked him.
Like it would help if we run into Murtagh but yes, I have.
Saphira was becoming agitated with how he talked about Murtagh and would usually close her mind to him, but in this case a closed mind ruins the war.
She landed next to Narsuada, who was back in her armor, and Arya. Arya was playing with her sword and Narsuada was busy talking to the Kull around them. Eragon took out his new sword, which was un-named still. Its color was an exact replica of Saphira's scales and was of the strongest make so it would not get broken of scratched.
Narsuada turned her attention to Eragon and Roran. "Are you ready, Stronghammer?" she asked
"yes." He replied again, though his face was steadily going white.
"And you, Eragon." She said.
"I am." Eragon turned to Saphira. Are you ready? He asked
As ready as I'm going to be, little one. She said, mocking his words from earlier.
Do you remember what to do?
Saphira's smile slipped away and was replaced be a disapproving look. But she inclined her head and said Yes.
Arya glanced at Eragon, but he looked away, not daring to meet her eyes. She grabbed his upper arm and Eragon felt himself shiver. "Do not worry about him, Eragon." Then she walked away, into the thousands of soldiers waiting for the sign of war.
