Several cloaked figured stood around in a circler room. In the middle of them shined the only light source, that of a large orb. There faces were cloaked in darkness, hidden away even from one another. When they spoke it was like those of the elves, yet a deeper secret hidden within.
"Shur'tugal eitha?" The ancient language rolled off the man's tongue easily as if he has lived with it his entire life. A man across the room stirred seeming to be the question was directed at him.
"Yes sir, it seems he has left the port." The man was as firm as his master but his tongue questioned his words not sure of what he spoke. "Letta älfrinn! Orothrim er du seithr" The master seem to grow angry at what he was told. The man flinched and bowed in response.
"Do not fret my master. Lenna, has already been sent. She should be intercepting with the ship anytime now. He will be taken care of." The stood straight and turned and ran out of the room down a hallway. The master raised his head making it easier to see his face. But the shadow of his hood kept his entire face from being seen his bright bloody eyes shined brightly. His mouth parted showing rows of sharp predator teeth. "Eragon! Bjartskular!"
Eragon shot up right in his bed. Sweat covered his face and dampened his shirt. He felt Saphira touch his mind with concern but he pushed her back telling her it was just a dream. He felt his bed sway as they went over another wave. It hadn't been a day and he was already having bad dreams about the trip. Though his dream had been a strange one it wasn't the first one he had so he blew it off.
He stood up rubbing the back of his neck. Though he was glad to of had the time to rest the strange tied up beds made it easier to sway with the waves so it brought on a strange new sensation for Eragon, sea sickness. Apparently the Agaetí Blödhren didn't save him from such a thing.
His hand brushed against his pointed ear causing his arm to stiffen. His hand lingered longer then he attended. He long knew about his strange features so that was not the reason he felt the need to trace the out line of his ears, but for it reminded him of Arya. A frown crossed his face and an ache in his heart to return to what he considered home. But he shook his head, shaking off the feeling.
A loud crack similar to the sound of hundreds of trees snapping brought Eragon back to reality. The ringing in his ears drowned out all thought except for the horrific roar of Saphira yelling out to him. "Little-One!" He placed a hand on the side of his head trying to focus. He barley noticed Blödhgarm come rushing down the stairs. "Shadeslayer, there is something you may want to see." His hair seemed to shine more then normal until Eragon noticed it was slightly damp from the ocean spray. Blödhgarm wasn't like other elves for he had transformed his body into being covered in blue wolf like fur. That wasn't the only odd thing about him. His body seemed to let out a scent that only woman seem to be able to detect. It annoyed Eragon when he found it but when he found everybody was protected from it, he let it go unless he was to force someone to do something he knew they wouldn't want. "What is it?" Eragon sat up stretching his legs. "What was that terrible noise? Did apart of the ship break off?" Eragon frowned at the thought of the main mast breaking off. Though he figured with the power of the Eldunarí he could keep the ship going but all the way to Alalëa might be pushing it a little bit. Blödhgarm's face never changed, which was the life style Eragon had grown to be use to with many of the elves, including Arya.At the thought of Arya, Eragon felt a pang in his heart, the same hole that developed before he left. A need he knew couldn't be filled without a certain person. "No, but that may still come to pass." He turned without explaining more and rushed up the steps, barley making any sound. Such is the way of the swift Elves.
He groaned when he felt Saphira pushing against his mind. "Don't worry, I am coming up now." He grabbed Brisingr strapping it to his waist.He stopped when his shirt revealed a piece of slate he had brought with him. Across the flat end there was a picture he had created with magic. His hand felt along the different images he remembered; each picture showing a different person from his past.
His hand instantly stopped on the picture of Arya. He looked away the familiar ache and need filling his heart. He only drew himself away when he felt Saphira's feelings of urgency flowing into him. "Little-one, something wrong…" He blinked in surprise. Whatever it was most be very bad to make even Saphira worry. "I'm coming, Right now."
He quickly turned moving quickly to the stares but he never made it. The boat suddenly jerked roughly turning on what most of been a huge wave. Eragon spun crashing into the wall of the boat. For a moment Eragon though the boat was going to completely flip over before it arched back down over the other side of the wave and leveled itself off. Eragon let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding.
Stumbling but moving much faster now he rushed up the stares to the top deck. On the last step he almost ended up falling back down stares because of a sudden gust of wind. He gripped the railing pulling him up on deck.
Huge waves splashed up on deck nearly causing one Elf to be washed over deck but he instantly froze and floated back to safe ground by the use of magic. Eragon looked up at the sky. Instead of the normal blue he had gone to sleep with, he found himself staring into black clouds that darkened the farthest his eye could see.
"Where did this storm suddenly come from?" Eragon gripped the rails along the sides of the ship to keep from falling off the rocking ship. Earlier in the day he flew with Saphira and there had been no sign of a storm for miles, they shouldn't have been surprised like this.
A moment later Saphira came bursting out one of the huge waves landing on the ship. The wood underneath her feet creaked but didn't break. If it hadn't been Elven made it probably would had. "This is no normal storm." Eragon nodded in her direction. He agreed, there was no way such a huge storm could have been made out of thin air in just one day, but there its impossible to be man made, the energy that would be needed is immense.
He looked around seeing the Elves moving swiftly around to help fight the waves. Eragon was about to help them when his hawk like eyes spotted something in the far distance. A black blob bobbing up and down in the waves, how far away; Eragon couldn't tell. I think I see a ship. Perhaps they need help.
Saphira raised her head to look in the direction of the ship. A let out smoke from her nose and turned to look at him. That's not a ship, Eragon. It's a person. Surprise crossed his face and he quickly ran to the front of the ship. Squinting his eyes he noticed the object was actually a lot closer then he first thought. It was way too small for a ship, even for a canoe, it was most defiantly a person.But not just a person floating around in the water, the person was walking. That can't be possible. The energy required to walk across an ocean would be more then one person could handle. Could it be they have Eldunarí? He reached his mind out in an attempt to figure out if this person was a threat. His mind suddenly bounces of a heavy iron wall. He hadn't a mind this powerful since Galbatorix.The person was closer now and Eragon could make out a bit more about the person. Instantly he could tell it was a woman. Her slim features and the long silver hair peeking out of the corners of her hood gave away her gender. His heart quickened when he recognized the blackened cloak from his dream.
"Lenna?" Eragon repeated the name from his dream. As if in response the cloaked figure raised its head. The red eyes were all that Eragon could see. He placed his hand on Saphira's leg, the feelings of concern washing into her. By now the other Elves had stopped what they were doing and had spotted the woman as well.
Her hands slowly raised above her head. As if obeying her command, the water in front of her slowly raised higher and higher before forming a giant wave that seemed to be a hundred feet high. Eragon stumbled in shock at how powerful this person seemed to be.
The Elves were moving quickly now, shouted in the ancient language but the only thing Eragon noticed his spell do was to cause a little ripple across the huge wave as he roared closer and closer to them.
Eragon tapped into the energy of the Eldunarí and prepared to cast a spell that would block the wave but suddenly the roar stopped. The boat wasn't rocking anymore and even the wind was still. The wall of water in front of the boat has frozen in place.Looking around the boat, the wave wasn't the only thing that had frozen in place. The entire ocean was still, waves that would have crashed onto the deck of the ship were frozen in place. What…what's going on? He reached his mind out to Saphira but felt nothing. He looked at her confused and just now noticed she had also frozen. He gasped looking around the ship seeing the Elves frozen in the jobs they had been doing, some trying to cast spells to stop the wave but failing horrible, others trying to turn the ship.
Suddenly Eragon felt an over-whelming conscience flood into his mind, blowing apart his defenses like a flood against a dam. Several hundred voices spoke at once, so much information flooding into Eragon's mind he felt like he was about to go nuts. Then the voices slowly receded before speaking in the ancient language in unison.
"Fear not, Eragon Shadeslayer. We are your friends. But we are dieing. There is not much time. You have faced much in your life but your ultimate fight has yet to come. The Grey One's mortal enemy has re-awakened. The Ravawk will destroy everything, all life will be enslaved. Re-build the dragon riders; re-build them in the place of origin; the place where all life has receded because of our mistake. But know this Shadelslayer, the door won't open unless the six are present; for six is one and one is six. Keep the ones you love close Eragon, and do not allow greed to corrupt your heart." The voices receded from his mind and he let out a breath of relief as if he had been hold a heavy weight and finally let it go.
Suddenly all the noise started again. Blödhgarmwas shouting at him to use the Eldunarí to stop the wave. But Eragon remained still his mind confused at just what happened. His mind focused just in time to feel the immense pressure of the wave crash down on him. His sight blackened over and he felt the air in his lounges shot out and be replaced by water. Last thing he remember is watching as the boat sinks along with him as his mind blackens over because of lose of air.
