Arkane ducked down as two guards passed. "Shit!" he swore under his breath. Behind him, he heard the guards running through the hallway. His matted hair hung down in front of his hair as he clutched the silver dragon egg. More and more people rushed passed his hiding spot. He spotted the door far ahead, covered with swarming guards. His pointed ears twitched. He began sneaking in the shadows as he had done many times before. In his other hand, he held a beautiful, red blade- Zar'Roc, sword of Murtagh and Marzan. Up above, he heard the roar of a dragon. "God Dammit!" he said, breaking into a run. "Aura nah Brisingr!" he yelled, and a fire shield burst to life around him. He charged through the guards, sweeping with the ruby blade and protecting the silver egg. The guards who had not been thrown fifty feet by the shield ran after him, yelling like mad men. Arkane raised his hand and yelled out, "Jierda!" The door shattered, huge slabs of wood raining down on the soldiers. Screams of pain rang out in the hall as Arkane leapt over millions of bodies strewn askew all over the ground and bounded out of the hall. Taking a careful space between two huge rocks, he slid along silently. For hours on end he walked, until finally he couldn't see the great fortress behind him.
Arkane let out a loud, relieved laugh, as rare as a laugh from him was. Jamming the ruby blade into the rock, he sat down and began stroking the egg lovingly. I need to get this back to Ellesmera, he thought as he tapped it quietly. He couldn't wait to see the beautiful city again. Everyone would welcome him openly this time, unlike the last time he had visited the city. He took it upon himself to finally meet the princess of Ellesmera, Alerhad- daughter of Eragon and Arya. She was even more beautiful than her mother.
Not being one to waste time, Arkane retrieved Zar'Roc and set out for Du Weldenvarden and Ellesmera.