Eragon and Saphira approach me once more and stop in front of me. Eragon looks like he has been dragged through a cave with mud and dirt on his usual leather brown pants and lighter brown tunic. Saphira, while much like the dragon race in general, looks stunning with her blueish scales that shine like thousands of tiny sapphires.
Welcome Shadeslayer and Brightscales, I growl kindly.
Eragon bows and Saphira merely stares at me. Even after all this time she still does not like me. Well I cannot blame her for it. After all I did help to destroy any dragon that opposed Galbatorix in his quest for power and to rule Alagaesia.
"We come to ask you a question Shruikan," Eragon says but I do not hear it.
My gaze remains on Saphira. She would make such a good mate for Thorn, Murtagh's red male dragon. Saphira snarls and brings me to attention.
What is it you wanted to ask?
"The Varden were wondering if you might like to join us tonight," Eragon replies.
Join you? I ask.
Yes, Saphria answers.
I think for a moment. This field has become a safe haven for me for the last few months. If I were to leave . . . No if I would leave. Forget it I will just say no to this Dragon Rider and then walk off. That will work, I hope.
I choose not to come, I growl before I get to my feet and walk off into the forest that surrounds this field.
I wait until Eragon and Saphira have left then I come back out into the field.
Finca . . . I think softly, trying to not bring up any raw emotions that I might still have from her death. You shouldn't have died, it is not fair! You could have left me and fought against me on the field of battle but no you chose to come after me and save me from Galbatorix's control.
A single tear flows from my yellow eyes and I blink. I struggle, trying my best to hold off any emotions I might have still. My plan does not work. More tears flow from my eyes and soon I become unable to control my own emotions. Finca's death, even now, has made it hard for me to live.
Every night my mind replays her death over and over. I lay down in the grass barren field and remember Finca's death and her master, Tamli Nekita's death. This night four years ago was when she died and left me to protect our offspring. Her last words to me . . .
We will be together always, Finca's sweet voice echoes across the wind.
. . . those words still give me hope that one day she might come back. She told she would not but it still could happen. She could come back to the land that she left and the dragon that she gave everything to protect.