The next day
The sounds on the streets of Feinster were many. Horses trotted through the paved, but blackened streets and many people were putting out the fires that had spread throughout the city during the fighting. The morning sunlight slowly rose higher into the clear blue sky as a grief-stricken Eragon and Saphira climbed down from the walls where they had surveyed the scarred city.
'Why do we have to keep fighting like this? Why must thousands be slaughtered for an unsure future? If even the most ancient of Riders couldn't defeat him…' Eragon broke off, tears welling in his eyes again as he thought of his fallen mentors.
"Peace little one," Saphira crooned, trying to hide her own grief, "Oromis and Glaedr had seen much of this world and they were both so very old. We are young and new to this seemingly cruel world, but we have the power to change it. They had already done their duty to the world and their falling may lead to greater things." Eragon was horrified,
"How can you say that? Their deaths will not lead to greater things. They left me alone with no teachers and no one to guide me! I have no one left to look after me!" Eragon shouted at Saphira.
"You will always have me!" Saphira shouted back. Eragon flinched and instantly felt abashed.
"I am sorry Saphira. I did not mean it. The sorrows of today have been many." Eragon replied feeling more tired then he ever had before. Saphira felt it too and she knelt down beside Eragon,
"Come. Let us fly to Nasuada and see what she wants us to do." Saphira said. Eragon groaned and hopped into the saddle,
"Hopefully all she wants us to do is sleep for a couple of days," Eragon said. Saphira replied with a mental nod, to tired to focus on anything except keeping her body in the air.
After flying for a few minutes they reached the outside walls of Feinster and then flew on toward the Varden's camp where Nasuada had gone after our meeting with her and after she had talked to Lady Lorana. Saphira landed with a thud outside of the tent they knew Nasuada resided in. They stopped outside the entrance to her tent while a guard alerted her to their presence.
"Come in!" Nasuada called loudly. Eragon walked in first followed by Saphira's head. Inside were the usual things that furnished Nasuada's tent. A chair that she was now sitting on, a table full of papers as usual and a mirror for relaying messages to those who were far from Nasuada, which was none at the moment.
"What are you doing here Eragon and Saphira? I thought that you would be resting by now." Nasuada said, frowning.
"We were actually coming to ask you what you wanted us to do. How are the repairs to the city going?" Asked Eragon. Nasuada rubbed her temples with both hands.
"It is going well Eragon. However the people of Feinster still distrust us and while I do not blame them I do wish they would believe that we are no longer a threat to them now they have surrendered. And also thanks to Lady Lorna's intelligence she has decided to elect her son Aaron as the new head of Feinster. He has not sworn oaths of loyalty to Galbatorix like Lady Lorna so he is free to do what he wishes with us and the people in the city. So far he has convinced them that they are safe and that we will not harm them but still…" she trailed off.
"We are not the only ones who are having a hard time in this war. Nasuada is so young yet she is responsible for thousands of lives," Eragon noted to Saphira.
"Indeed. She is young but wise. She learnt from one of the best leaders the Varden ever had," she replied. Eragon then spoke to Nasuada.
"Well then if you would allow us to Saphira and I are going to retire for the day. The night's battle has been hard and the loss of one's mentors is not an easy burden to bear when tired and weary." Nasuada glanced up and looked at the bags on Saphira's back where Glaedr resided in his Eldunari. Her face softened.
"Of course you may Eragon and Saphira." She said waving them out of the tent.
"Thank you." Eragon said and turned to go.
Saphira and Eragon walked in silence for a while as they neared a tent which had been set up for them.
"Later we must ask for Nasuada's permission to attend Oromis and Glaedr's funeral in Gil'ead." Saphira told Eragon. He felt another wave of grief and fatigue wash over him.
"I do not think I can handle that at the moment Saphira. We will have to ask her but let us not think of that now. My only thought is getting out of this blasted armor and sleeping for a couple of years." Saphira chuckled and they elapsed into silence. They reached the tent and Eragon removed Saphira's saddle and then his armor and sank down onto his make shift bed.
"I need to wash myself tomorrow." Eragon said to Saphira, "Or else I will smell worse then you." Saphira growled and a huff of smoke came from her nostrils and filled up the tent.
"I do not smell bad. This is what a dragon smells like so get used to." She said while Eragon coughed. The smoke eventually cleared and Eragon and Saphira fell asleep while the sun rose higher into the sky.
PS. This is my first story ever and I would like some reveiws! Hehehe and I needc to figure out how to work this thing so yes. If it takes forever for me to put up another chapter its coz I'm having some difficulties...So yesss. Just tell me what you think!