Merlin woke up, once again with pain searing itself into his head. His dreams were becoming more vivid and real. It scared him. More than he wanted to admit to anyone.
He got up, dressed, and went through his door to be met with the sight of Gaius cooking breakfast. Gaius looked up, saw Merlin and asked him "Anything new?"
Merlin replied, "No. Still the same warrior with a blue blade alongside Arthur fighting. Still Mordred attacks Arthur, then it changes to an old man attacking them. Always the same."
Gaius nodded. Eat up. Arthur will want his manser-"
"MERLIN!"
Merlin groaned. "Not again."
Eragon woke in a dense forest, the sun shining through the leaves onto his face. He slowly got up, looking around. Simply forest in all directions. It was beautiful and vibrant.
He looked at the bag next to him and checked it's contents. One turqoise dragon egg, one dark purple dragon egg, one white dragon egg, one red dragon egg, and a supply of brightsteel for the new dragon riders. He hoped he could find them quickly. Galbatorix was crushing the Varden with more and more forces. Soon, all Alagaesia would be under his evil rule.
He then detached his mind from his body and roamed around the forests. He saw ants scuttling around, fish swimming into streams, and a deer leaping through the woods.
Then a hunting horn sounded, and men on horses broke through the undergrowth and the air was filled with hooves stamping the leaves a men chased the deer.
Eragon realised they were headed towards him, and retreated to his mind. But the deer leapt before him, and a crossbow bolt buried itself in the back of its neck, killing it instantly. Then the hunters, dressed in armour with red cloaks and gold dragons emblazoned on them, trained their crossbows at him. He raised his hands slowly, prepared for whatever was next.
"Who are you?" One spoke. He had short blonde hair, and looked down at Eragon through his crossbow with a hunter's precision.
"I am Eragon, from a distant land. I am a warrior, come to help you with the witch that terrorises your lands."
The hunter looked at him, and asked "Why should we trust you?"
Eragon replied "Because I was sent by the ghost of the past King, Uther Pendragon, to help."
The hunter's eyes opened, and he looked beside him to a boy not dressed in armour, but simple clothes, and they exchanged a look that seemed to show volumes.
"I am Arthur Pendragon, the King. Come with us. We have much to discuss."
Merlin rode on his horse, stealing glances at the warrior behind him. He was definitely the one from his dream, he was sure. But he could sense a strong and raw magic in him. The kind he sensed in Kilgarrah. This stranger was no doubt strong, but was he trustworthy? Merlin continued to wonder. He would find out at Camelot anyway. They were almost there.