Sorrow

Eragon, Saphira said as she moved around gently. Yes, he replied looking at her. There is someone nearby. I can feel it. Eragon got to his feet and quietly walked behind Saphira. He looked around the trees and moved slowly as to not disturb what was there. There was a faint crackling sound as a figure in a black cloak appeared from behind the tree. "Who are you?" "My name right now you need not know, but I will give it to you anyway," the figure replied gracefully as she pulled down her hood to reveal her long messy black hair and her pale beautiful face. "Sariasé, Saria for short, and you must be Eragon. I have heard much about you Dragon Rider." "What are you doing here?" Eragon said backing away from her. "I'm here to help you. I know about your past and little of your future, but you must trust me for I have grieved too for the loss of my family and for the unknowing of who they were and truly are," Saria said as she stepped toward him. Her words were elegant and her movements as well. She had to have been of royal blood. She appeared to be a little younger than Eragon. He could tell that she was telling the truth and her face held dignity, but he could see the sorrow in her eyes. "Why do you wish to help me?" Eragon said. I trust her Eragon, Saphira said as she shifted to get a better view of Saria. "I know who killed my father and I know he died in the line of protecting you, so I consider myself in that line of duty," she said as she released a flower she had been holding. "Your father?" Eragon said suspiciously. "Yes, Eragon?" "Nothing, but what of your mother?" "She died. Either giving birth to me or Galbatorix killed her," Saria said like it had been ages ago and only in a very old story. "Galbatorix, why would he want to kill her?" "The time will come when I must tell you all I know, but as for right now I am weary and have traveled for days to reach you. I must sleep." With that she took off her cloak and placed it on the ground gently. She sat down and stretched out atop it. Eragon watched with curiosity wallowing around in his head. Who was this girl? Who was her father? How did she know so much about him? And why would Galbatorix go through the trouble to kill her mother?