Eragon awoke to the silence that follows great battles. He looked over at his cousin asleep and yet haggard. Eragon wondered how he seemed after all of this but something occurred that cut off his thoughts! A mind was trying to reach him! It was the most vast and powerful mind he had ever felt and he quickly tried to block it but to no avail. The mind super ceded his defenses and entered searching thru everything he was but Eragon knew he wasn't alone. Saphira quickly fused her mind with him and Eragon heard her roar. But it was too late and the person had full control of him and then the person let go. He was once again in control but didn't understand who had the strength to break his mind open and yet not harm. And that's when he heard the beat of great wings and felt the gusts of wind caused by them. Eragon strode out of his tent with Saphira at his side and raced to Nassuada's side. Eragon arrived at her tent only to stop amazed at the sight before him. A large emerald green dragon, larger then Saphira with a rider cloaked in silver armor with a large emerald set in the chest center with a long emerald cloak riding it. The dragon landed and the rider jumped down but his face was covered with a silver helm. By this time many of the soldiers had awakened and were prepared to fight but Eragon knew they would be no match for this rider, not even him or all the elves combined and He didn't know why.