Eragon first felt the pain. Not a strong pain but the aches of his muscles obviously from the thrashing of the waves. Is this the void? He thought to himself, but he knew it couldn't be. If it was obviously there wouldn't be pain. His ears twitched as he caught the sound of a fire far away. Mixed in the sound of the ocean. Smelling around the smell of the camp fire and ocean was evident but also was the forest he most of been in. The pine scent ment he most of been far north were many of the pines grew, but how did he get this far north?
His memories slowly started faded back to him. From the trip on the boat to when the wave crashed into the ship. Who was she? And what were those voices. He felt a strong mental force push against his and quickly reconized it was Saphira's.
Little one, are you alright? Her urgency almost brought a chuckle to Eragon, she always cared so much. Yes Saphira, but where are we? How did we get here?
We are far north, farther north then ever before. The wave most of sent us here. You most see who saved us. The amusement in her voice broguht curiosity to Eragon. Who? He can hear her chuckle in her mind. You will have to see little one.
Eragon let out a heavy sigh. For the first time he forced his eyes open finding the salt water from the ocean has crusted over his eye lids giving him a tough time. Once open he covered his eyes to block out the bright sun. They weren't near the ocean even though he could hear the crash of the waves threw the trees not to far away. He had been right, they were surronded by pine trees and the chill in the air deffently gave the appression they were far north, farther north then seen on a regular map made by the elves or dwarves.
It was then that Eragon noticed there was traces of snow on the ground. This early in the season? His fingers reached out to touch a patch of the white cloud when a familliar voice made him jerk.
"Seems farther north you go the colder it gets, no matter the season." The voice was so familliar it caused Eragon to quickly look up to see Murtagh walking towards him, a line of five or six fish resting over his shoulder. Eragon's first reaction was shock then joy at seeing his old half-brother. He jumped up running to Murtagh's side grabing his arm in a strong shake.
"Here I thought I wouldn't see you for several hundred years" Eragon spoke loudly with much joy. "And I as well, Eragon. What has it been, a month? What brought you so far north after such a trecherious storm as that."
"As joyful as it is to see you my brother, I did not mean to come here. There is a serious issue we most discuss" Murtagh's face grew serious before nodding. Eragon took the next several minutes explaining what happened, once finished Murtagh remained silent as he processed all the information.
"'The Grey One's mortal enemy has re-awakened?' It most be speaking of the Grey Folk." He seemed in deep thought as he thought over the prophecy told to Eragon. "During my time with Galbatorix, never did I hear him mention anything about the Grey Folk and only in a few papers were they even mentioned. Nothing about a mortal enemy, let alone anything about 'Ravawk'. Maybe its fake, Eragon."
"Perhaps, but the power let out by the person who attacked us was not. The power given off by whoever it was, was stronger then any human or elf." Eragon looked away finally noticing Thorn through a pair of trees. He most of just recently shown up because his bright red scales stuck out much more then Saphira's which was located not to far away from Thorn's location.
"Why didn't you use the 'word' then?" Murtagh said with curiosity. "Perhaps you are right, but it happened so fast I didn't even think. Next time I will be prepaired." Eragon sighed as the feeling of failure waved over him. Then his eyes opened wide as he relized something. "Wait, what happened to the elfes? Blödhgarm?"
Murtagh shook his head before finally laying the fish next to the fire. "You and Saphira were the only ones who I found washed up on shore." Eragon reached out with his mind hoping to find the elfs but the only welcoming minds were those of the dragon's and Murtagh's. Then he touched the minds of the Eldunarí floating still near by.
"Are you guys alright?" A mix of amusement, confusion and anoyance spread out from the Eldunaris. "Oh look, the child remembers we exist." Eragon rolled his eyes at the dragon's attitude. "Yes anyway, why didn't you help the elves? Or me at that matter" He heared in his head what seemed like whispers between several of them before they answered. "The moment the being appeared we felt our energy drained. We were even un-able to contact you until just recently but we remained paitent while you rested."
"Do you have any idea's what the voice in my head was saying?" The whispers spoke to one again before answering. "We have been pushing to convence some of the elders to speak about what they know of the Grey Folk. Once we get information we will inform you." Eragon nodded acknowledging before looking to Murtagh again.
"With that dazzed look on your face for the past couple minutes I am guessing you spoke with the Eldunari?" Eragon nodded a responce. "And it seems they don't know anything either?"
"There trying to get the elders to speak what they know but it may take them awhile, because there so old they fallen into a dream like state. About the elfes, when we encountered the enemy seems there energy was immediatly drained." Murtagh placed the fish on sticks, then leaned them over the fire for a slow cook.
"Able to drain there energy? Not even Galbatorix was capable of such a thing. It took him months just to take control of a single one. This new 'threat' might be worser then even that of Galbatorix. Without the help of the Eldunari, we will have to rely souly on the 'word'" Eragon looked over at Murtagh.
"How about coming back with me?" Eragon knew it was rash to ask sense his whole reason for leaving was to further understand himself and embrass his actions against the rebellion. Murtagh stood up leaving the fire a couple steps behind.
"You know my reasons for leaving, Eragon. I can't face everyone again, not after what I did." Mutragh's expression grew stressful and full of anger.
"That is not you anymore. There is no way I can fight this threat alone. All the dragon riders will be needed" Murtagh remained silent seeming to ignore Eragon's words. Eragon stood up walking up behind Murtagh before placing a hand on his shoulder. "And Nasuada wants you to come back, you and I both know that."
"You just had to bring her up didn't you?" Murtagh said without turning around. Eragon at first thought Murtagh was going to spin around and punch him in the face but was instead welcomed by a big smile. "I was hoping for a good excuse to go back, who would of thought doomsday would be the reason? Alright let's go." Eragon returned his smile and slaped him on the back.
"The dragon riders will return after all."