This is a sequel to my first story The Fellowship of the Egg. Please make sure to read that story first or else this story is not going to make sense rather quickly! To all my old reviewers, hope you like my new story!!

Sooner then anyone (besides Roran) would have liked, noon arrived. Using magic, Eragon slowly raised Roran and Srani to a ledge about a hundred feet up, and then used the same trick on himself.

His stomach lurched as he was jerked into the air and gasped for breath after his feet had touched ground. Roran was the last to regain control while Srani and Eragon watched him with slight concern.

After Roran had recovered, and had stopped cursing, Eragon raised the two of them up to a higher ledge about a hundred fifty feet up. He braced himself and felt the same gut-wrenching process as he was magically lifted by the waist into the air and shot up onto the ledge. This time Roran had retained a better control of his body and was now simply winded and bent over.

A half an hour later and another five or six times of being hoisted by the hips into the air, they reached a landing about ten feet below the beginning of the prison's landing. Slight narrow stairs had been carved into the mountain's side for the soldiers and prison guards, but the three had been unable to use them because it faced directly at the base.

They rested for a few minutes, during which time; Eragon once again pulled out the bowl and poured a small amount of water into the center. It took a few seconds before Eragon was able to summon up an image of Katrina and, too little surprise, Murtagh.

"Your wounds are getting worse and worse Katrina, you better pray that your hero arrives soon because I don't think you'll last much longer once I leave to begin my mission for Gallbatorix. And the Razzac return from their mission." Murtagh said wearily as he put even more of his energy and magic into healing a nasty scar running across her back.

"What mission?" Katrina weakly groaned barely moving her mouth as the words crawled out.

Murtagh shook his head and answered, "I'm forbidden under magical bounds to not say a word in any language. Hopefully though, the task will prove to be fruitless. I think I'll heal a few more dangerous wounds and then help you clean up."

"Murtagh, why do you do this? Surely Gallbatorix will harm you when he finds you took pity on a prisoner." Katrina incoherently mumbled through her parched lips.

"You know…I think it's because you're engaged to Eragon Shadeslayer's cousin. I'm not as evil as I look; this will be a huge thorn in Gallbatorix's side to have you survive. I'm even hoping to; if it happens before I leave, help you escape. I'm sure Roran Stronghammer will bring his powerful cousin along to help. Besides you might end up being my cousin-by-law someday." Murtagh said with a sly smile as he lowered Katrina's garb to heal a few welts and cuts along her shoulders, avoiding any revealing areas.

"Eragon Shadeslayer…who knew the little boy in Carvahall would become the first of the new Dragon Riders?" Katrina coughed and had an involuntary shudder before falling in exhaustion into Murtagh's open arms.

"Don't worry; I'm sure that little boy is going to be the one who will save us both in the end. But I bet you anything, he will rescue you first…" Murtagh grumbled before giving a wide smile and hoisting her into a sitting position.

"You know what my mom used to tell me when Morzan would get into a drunken fit?" she would say "Murtagh, I don't want you to ever believe that your fate is judged by your family. And try to help someone else before you think of yourself…" Murtagh looked away and the grin faded from his face, "What we didn't know was that was the night before Morzan threw Zar'roc at me. I guess at least part of my fate was decided when I was sired by that drunken monster. See my mom was also talking to herself when she told me that, a few nights after that she left. I very recently learned that it was to give birth to Eragon in Carvahall. She did think of her son before herself and it cost her, her life in return."

Eragon ended the spell and found the tears streaming down his face to have already dried. He was crying about so much it seemed, Murtagh's fate, his mother's fate, his fate, and all the other people he knew who had died because of him.

Bringing up more energy, Eragon focused on a rather difficult spell Srani had taught him earlier. This spell was like scrying but it allowed Eragon to talk to whoever he was scrying.

"Sjá eda tala til Pippin," Eragon whispered into the bowl and watched as Pippin's form came into view.

Peregrin Took, answer me if you can hear me. It's Eragon Shadeslayer. Eragon thought feeling the connection between the two of them strengthen.

Master Eragon? How are you talking to me? Arya told me you on the other side of Alagaesia by now trying to rescue your cousin's fiancée. Pippin answered with a sound of disbelief.

Your swords name is Ksh'dagnir which is Sindarian for evil's bane. My swords name is andlát enda vándr; your dragon's name is Mor'Khemir. You used to live in the Shire of Middle Earth until Saruman transported you by using the magic taught to him by Gallbatorix…do you believe me now? Eragon finished with a grin as he felt his pupil's embarrassment.

I apologize Master Eragon, but I was unsure whether or not to believe you. Pippin said.

It's no problem, I am rather glad you are being so careful. Now I want you to tell Arya that Murtagh is in Helgrind and also to tell her that we are still carrying out our original plan. Also please tell Gandalf he should be the one teaching the other Hobbits their sword skills. Eragon instructed.

Eragon cut off the magic after getting his pupil's agreement since the magic had begun to drain a little too much magic from him. He siphoned off some magic from a nearby tree and watched as its leaves turned a little browner.

With a sigh he turned to Srani and Roran to go over their plan one more time. Srani going to take care of any soldiers since they had learned that the Razzac and Lethrblaka would be absent from Helgrind for a while; Roran was going to free Katrina after Eragon had created the distraction necessary to draw Murtagh's attention. Eragon would be keeping Murtagh busy by whatever means possible.

Since their minds would be connected, Roran would tell them the second he was back outside and on Saphira with Katrina. Eragon and Srani would make a run for it while Saphira carried the weak Katrina and human Roran. They had already decided to meet in secluded cave they had found while foraging for food. If Murtagh followed them, Srani would take Katrina and Roran while Eragon took Saphira for a sky battle.

Haven gone over the plan about fifty times, Srani and Eragon got up and moved to the gates while Roran stayed behind for a few minutes to run ahead once the alarm had been set.

I hope you all liked that! Next chapter to go up soon!! Remember to read the first story if you haven't or else you will have no clue why the Fellowship is in Alagaesia. Please remember to review!