The morning sunlight woke up Eragon. He blinked a few times before getting up. His mission of saving Katrina with Roran had started and they've been traveling for five days. If it had been up to him it would have just been him, Saphira and Roran, but the elves had to send someone to protect him. Luckily he had been able to convince them to only send three elves instead of more.
His thought kept on wondering as watched the forest leaves sway gently in the wind above him. Beside him lay Roran, his cousin. Roran sensing Eragon's movement woke up.
"Sleep well," he asked while yawning.
Eragon didn't answer, his thoughts being somewhere else. Images from his vision still flashed through his mind.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...I've been having the same dream for quite some time, that I'm starting to think its more then a dream."
Roran stared at Eragon, he was secretly hoping it had something to do with Katrina.
"Maybe if you tell me we can figure out what it means," he suggested after some time.
Eragon knew what Roran was thinking and agreed.
Galbatorix paced back and forth. Eragon had survived, the Varden had a new leader, the elves were back in the fight, the dwarves...Things were going just as planned. "What to you want," he hissed as a dark shadow appeared before him.
"Why, you seem quite nervous for someone who has won a great victory."
"I am not nervous! If that is all you wanted to tell me I have things to plan!"
The figure did not leave but instead persisted on talking. "If you want to win this war you need to conquer..."
Galbatorix shout him an evil look. "I KNOW! That is what I have been planning."
With a puff of black smoke he disappeared. Galbatorix was left alone, at last.
Miles away from Urû'bean a black horse with its mount stopped. The rider jumped off and led the black stallion to a small grove of trees and gave it a command, but spoke neither human, dwarve nor elf.