"Come one, let's make this fast!"
It was dark and cold on the night of the attempted breakout. Gil'ead was not a very pleasant city to be in anyway, but the three had to get him out before he was taken to the dreaded king. Murtagh, Evan, Julius, and Saphira were each enveloped in thought.
Murtagh was a man with a serious face and sharp eyes. Brown locks of ear-length, shabby hair obscured his face and a hand-and-a-half sword swung at his waist. A bow and quiver was slung across his back. A hilt of a dagger protruded from his boot. He was a young man of about twenty-five.
Evan was an elven woman with long, chestnut hair. Bright blue eyes hid behind ear-length bangs, while the rest of her beautiful hair flowed down to her lower back. She surpassed all women in beauty. Resting at a height of 5'11" she stood above most men. She carried a thin sword around her slender waist and handcrafted bow across her back. She was skilled in most forms of weaponry, like most elves were.
Julius, a slave from Dras-Leona, bought and set free by Evan, chose to stay with Murtagh, Evan, Saphira, and Eragon, yes, the boy held captive. Julius had dark colored skin. Her hair, which was tied up with a leather strip (she left her bangs unbound) was ravenously dark. Although she had an abruptly pointed nose, she was rather good looking. Darh brown eyes rested under thin eyebrows. She carried only a small dagger at her waist.
They approached the prison under cover. Saphira waited miles away in a clearing, hidden by heavy under brush.
"Alright, if anything goes wrong, get yourselves out as quickly as possible. I'll go on, but you go back. We can't risk you."
"Murtagh, do you honestly think Evan and I could walk away from this without a heavy heart?" asked Julius.
"Probably not."
"Good, then we're at an understanding?"
"Yes"
Evan had been waiting a day for this, though it seemed an eternity. She longed to see Eragon's face; it had been such a long time. She loved everything about him, from his brown, shaggy hair to his kind face and his muscular physical form. She missed his bright blue eyes the most. They made her feel safe when she was stressed and she had been so stressed recently, but it had been months since she had seen him, and now, she finally would.
Saphira, are you there? Evan touched Saphira's thoughts, a feat which was only allowed because Eragon trusted her so.
Of course where else would I be?
I don't know. Saphira, it's been months since I've seen him and I just met you again a mere week ago. I've changed considerably; do you think he'll notice?
Yes, but he will not care, Evan Elf. He loves you.
I miss him.
As do I. He will be safe in a triple hour's time.
Evan sighed. I hope so.
Julius was able to read Evan very well, for they had become fast friends and allies under hazardous times and were now inseparable and acted as if they were sisters. She guessed Evan's thoughts through hearing her sigh.
"Evan, everything will be alright. I promise" she wrapped her arm around Evan's shoulders and hugged her to her.
"Thank you." Evan replied silently and stared towards the ground.
Murtagh silenced them quickly. He chuckled. "Look," he said, "the guards are sleeping. It will be very easy to sneak past."
The three tiptoed past the snoozing guard without much trouble, which seemed very unreal to all of them. It was as if the god's were working with them to save the last of the dragon riders.
"Wait," Murtagh stopped them, "Evan, get the key ring."
Evan sighed. She went back to the guard held out her palm, and said a few indecipherable words. The keys sprang from the guard's waist into her hands. The guard snorted, shifted his body, and then became stiff. Julius dark face lost color very quickly.
"Good job. Now, let's go." Whispered Murtagh.
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