Dysari: Chapter One
It begins
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"Eragon!" Saphira yelled. Eragon shot up, awoken from his dreams. In his hand lay Brisingr, which had remained in his hands the past few nights after the battle of Feinster. "What is it Saphira?" he yelled out with his mind. "Nasuada wishes to speak with you before the army marches to Belatona, she says it is urgent."
Eragon sighed with tiredness, even though he had been dreaming for hours. The past week's invents dawned on him again as he thought of the dwarves army arriving, the shade he and Arya had defeated, and… Oramis…Glaedr…
He felt Saphira internally groan as a wave of sadness hit her as well. "Sorry Saphira, I cannot keep them from my mind". "They're death pains me as well Eragon". He reached out to his bag beside his bed that had so many spells protecting it, he took out the giant golden jewel and touched Glaedr's conscience and immediately felt a wave of grief so strong he almost fell of his bed. "You are not alone Glaedr. You and Oromis will be avenged" He had said as much everyday since the night of the battle.
Expecting he once again would refuse to respond, he started to put the heart of hearts back in the enchanted bag when he heard the deep voice ring in his head, Thank you, Shadeslayer, if it is possible I wish to speak with Saphira as soon as possible."
Silent for a moment in shock of hearing his voice, he suddenly felt overjoyed that the dragon was only gone in form of body. He recovered quickly, "Right away, Glaedr-elda."Saphira hearing the message appeared outside of his tent just as he finished dressing and shaving. He put the bag in one of her saddle bags and secured it. Saphira seemed pleased to be communicating with the heart of hearts but had her mind was only open to Glaedr.
He ran past the villagers towards the huge tent that was the center of the Varden's encampment. The people talking and boasting about they're battles became silent and the Dragon Rider sped past them with inhuman grace and speed. The all murmured "Shadeslayer".
Outside the tent stood Arya talking to Blodhgarm about the battle of Gil'ead and the elves victory. As he came closer they turned their attention to him, Eragon nodded at both of them, and with a smile whispered so only Arya could hear "Shadeslayer" as he continued to stride into the tent. The guards stood back and let him without questioning him.
"Nasuada" Eragon said acknowledging her. "Eragon" she said. The elves require your assistance a with something of top priority, and even I was not trusted with the information, only assured that it was of the highest importance. "Are you sure you can spare Arya and I?" Eragon asked even though he hoped she would say yes because what she spoke of highly intrigued him.What could be so important that even the lead of the Varden could not be trusted with the information concerning it?.
"Yes we should be able to overcome Belatonawith the help of the Dwarves without to many losses." She said with confidence. "I will be swift Lady Nasuada, and return as soon as possible" he said. She nodded and said "You will report every evening, and whatever this mission is, remember you are the tip of the spear, without you, we will surely fail."
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