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Chapter Two: Rainfall
Several cries echoed through my mind as I fought my way through the mass of bodies, striking down those who struck at me. The rain came in heavy torrents, cleaning the blood and gore from armor and bodies. Lightning tore through the heavens, lighting up the battle and people below.
Saphira! Where are you? I cried with my mind, searching
Her voice came back clearly
I am by the clearing. I was forced to land when the lightning started, or else possibly be struck. How goes the battle with you?
I sighed; relieved she was not above in the storm dodging lightning bolts
We have gained the upper hand against them. The elves are ruthless and are bringing the number of the enemy down quickly. It should not be long ere the end.
Rain pelted my face as Brisingr tore through the mail around my opponent's neck, and I couldn't help but wonder if the men I killed tonight had homes and a family.
"Eragon!"
Looking around for the warning voice, I came face to face with a man clothed in black robes with a silver fire dancing through his fingers, illuminating his face. Before either of us could move, a spear of white hot energy crackled through the sky and struck the spot where the enemy magician stood.
With a cry, I was thrown backwards, propelled by the impact of the bolt, to land unceremoniously on my back. My grip on Brisingr stayed firm and slashed at the sword that came at me from above. The mirthless cackle of the Imperial Soldier sent well known shivers down my spine as I leapt forward and felt my blade meet flesh. Standing there, I couldn't make myself look at the dead man. Catching the breath I had lost from my flight, I stared at the spot, some 15 ft away, where the magician had been. All that was left was a hole and a ring of black.
The elements did it all for me. I commented dryly to Saphira, who chuckled darkly.
Running through the trees I came to the clearing Saphira had shown me through our link. As I exited the ring of trees, Saphira snapped at a red cloaked soldier with a pike, who tried to jump away but wasn't quick enough.
A sudden strange feeling took over me as I stared at the angry sky and I almost fell to my knees. With sudden fierceness my head began pounding and it took all my strength not to let out a gasp of pain.
In the distance, someone screamed.
Eragon! Saphira's voice resounded through my pounding head, causing me to look up at her.
Saphira...
Eragon, what's going on? A new voice penetrated my mind and I new it was Arya. I didn't have the strength to answer, so I sent her an image of the clearing. Apparently, some of my pain was transferred with the image and her mind grew anxious and she turned to Saphira
Saphira? What's wrong?
I know not, Arya. It came on suddenly... he is not the only one. The Soldiers feel it as well. I... I do as well though not as acutely. Something is happening.
Blodhgarm and I are on our way with a few others. It could be something new Galbatorix is trying to use on us.
But his soldiers feel it as well. That makes no sense. To harm us and leave his soldiers untouched by his devilry would be more likely, so the soldiers can wipe us out with us unaware. But this?
I know not what it means, Saphira. But it's possible you and Eragon are in danger and we will not take that risk.
Be careful, Arya.
I heard the whole conversation, but all I could do was take in deep breaths, trying to stave off unconsciousness.
What is this? I thought to myself, looking around with heavy lidded eyes…but my eyes didn't see the clearing anymore. Instead, everything grew dark, and I closed my eyes
Around me was a thick fog and I had an impulse to hold my breath, but I forced myself to breath. My head still pounded uncomfortably. A shadow formed before me and I heard a strange, unfamiliar voice ring through the fog
I will return, one day. I am ready.
My eyes snapped open, to once again see the clearing and saw the soldier standing above me. My knees were wet and I suddenly realized I had fallen to my knees. A sudden fear took over me as I felt power and energy build up around me.
Saphira! Was all I managed before I threw a shield around us both and ducked. I felt Arya near and extended the shield to her and Blodhgarm as the air turned deadly cold and an ear shattering crack resounded through the clearing, bouncing off the trees and hills. The largest lightning bolt I'd ever seen crashed down towards us, and for what seemed like a millennia hung in midair around us. The light around us illuminated a figure, tall, straight and slender with long hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed, as if she was asleep and unaware of the turmoil around her. I yelled for her to move but my voice died in my throat and nothing happened. The soldiers in the clearing had froze, staring with horrified fascination at the lady. Suddenly I clasped my head as it seared with fire and lights danced before my vision. Then, as if a spell had broken, the lightning hit. I was thrown onto my back again by a shockwave, only my shield protecting me from the energy that coursed through the ground and air. The rain turned hot against my cheeks for a second as I let my shield disappear after the danger had faded, and the drops returned to their normal temperature and began to pelt the ground in earnest.
Standing on shaky legs, my eyes scanned the clearing for any sign of damage from the bolt and my eyes widened in shock. Nothing was changed. No charred ground, no flaming trees, no sign that anything had happened. To top off my astonishment, the clearing was devoid of any imperial soldiers, leaving only Varden. My eyes narrowed slightly at the spot I'd seen the Lady. The spot was empty.
"Eragon." Arya's voice reached me and I slowly turned towards her. She was turned slightly away from me, and Blodhgarm stood beside her with his naked blade ready in his hand. The Elf/Wolf's nostrils were flared and his eyes dashed back and forth through the trees around them.
"I sense no hostility or danger. It seems our enemies have disappeared. How is that possible?" Blodhgarms voice was low and calculating.
"Magic." Arya's eyes were narrowed, a slight frown playing across her face as her eyes swept over the clearing "Magic of a powerful kind. Eragon," She turned to me for the first time, and for a moment her face betrayed her astonishment and worry
"Eragon…?"
I raised a hand to stop her comment and drew in a breath. It seemed I looked as bad as I felt. The magic that had torn through the ground and air had taken its toll on me and I wavered on my feet. Afraid I was going to collapse, Saphira channeled some of her energy into me and the long, deep breath I drew in cleansed me of my fatigue. Straightening, I looked at Arya and nodded. She still looked slightly worried, but she nodded back
"I doubt I was the only who saw the shape that took form in this clearing." Arya stated warily
Blodhgarm nodded
"I too saw her."
"But where is she now…if she is or was even here." My voice sounded stronger and radiated with confusion.
A search must be started. I do not sense any one unknown in this area. And I do not think it was the trick of magic that revealed her. The magic that coursed through us had to come from someone.
"Saphira's correct. Blodhgarm, take the spellcasters and search the outer reaches of this area. Saphira, would you fly and try to find her with your own eyesight? Eragon, you and I will search the immediate area."
Saphira spread her wings
That I will do Arya. And separately for only Eragon, be safe, little one. We do not know what awaits us if we find this human.
I nodded at her, watching her muscles bunched and her wings carried her above our heads.
I will. You be careful as well.
I always am little one. She sniffed and disappeared into the rainy heavens.
Blodhgarm looked toward us and with a swift, regal nod turned and disappeared into the trees. I sensed his mind stretch out to the other elvin spellcasters and gather them to him as he ran. The Varden soldiers around us turned to me and I looked back
One of the men walked towards me and I grinned as Roran's face became recognizable through the rain.
"What was that?" he asked as he stepped up beside me
"Magic." I stated. He nodded grimly "Roran, I need you to gather your men and have them search the forest. There's a chance whoever did that is out there somewhere. Blodhgarm and the spell casters are searching the outer reaches of the forest and Arya and I are going to search around this area."
Roran then turned his eyes to my face, probably noting my strained face
"Who, or what, are we really looking for, Eragon? Whatever happened, I didn't see the whole thing. I was busy fighting a soldier with my back to the clearing. But when he stopped fighting and stared at the clearing I turned around and saw this figure of a woman. But everything was foggy so I couldn't see what she looked like from where I was. The men are passing things around and I don't know if any of them saw her clearly either. That's who we are searching for, correct?"
"Aye. It's a mystery, but if she's out there we need to find her. She could be a powerful magician. And we don't know what happened to the soldiers." That worried me more than the idea of finding the mysterious lady, but I did not voice that to him "Be careful, Roran. We don't really know what we are looking for."
My cousin nodded and clapped his hand on my shoulder
"You as well, brother. You may be a rider and have magic as your ally, but you don't know what you're looking for either."
Nodding, I watched him gather his men around him and heard his voice bark orders
"Spread out, men. We are looking for a lady. Travel in groups. No one goes off alone. We do not know where and what we are going to find." The soldiers obeyed and they slowly dispersed into the trees. Arya indicated the opposite way with a flick of her fingers and we began by searching for any evidence that the woman had been in the clearing. Finding nothing, I began to get suspicious as we continued searching the surrounding area and continuing to find nothing. We went nearly five miles from the clearing and still had found nothing. The rain was coming down in buckets now and there wasn't a dry spot on me. It wasn't cold, but the rain had put a dampening on my mood and I couldn't help cursing the weather.
Arya was a little ways from me as I rounded a corner, facing a small incline with sparse cedar trees. I saw a shadow on the groundand I slowed my jog to a cautious walk, making no sound. I came to a silent stop beside her, and with surprise mixed with a strange feeling stared at the motionless figure.
She lay on the ground between three trees, her face tilted to the side, a striking figure clothed in dark pants, top and boots. Her black hair was plastered against her face in wisps with one arm crossed over her stomach and the other at her side and her legs were slightly bent. Kneeling on one knee, my hand paused an inch from her mouth and I felt her warm breath against it. I checked her pulse and found it strong.
Arya.
Eragon. What is it?
Come back this way. I've found her.
I sent her an image of the prone woman and Arya's speed increased. A minute later she was at his side, kneeling beside her.
I looked at Arya, then back at the woman. I noticed how pale she was and as a chill spread down my back I realized it had gotten colder as the night wore on and the rain was becoming uncomfortably hard and cold.
"She does not appear injured." Arya said quietly.
"We should get her to Aberon as soon as possible. She does not appear to be injured, but there's a possibility the lightning could have harmed her."
Arya's eyes turned to me "She's only unconscious." She looked away and down at the woman "But yes, we must get her to Aberon. But we cannot do it tonight. It is too dangerous." As if to second her statement, a head splitting clap of thunder resounded off the trees around them.
"Aye then. To camp. We need to get all the soldiers back as well. Tomorrow we can bury the dead… And then leave." My voice sounded far away, drowned by the pounding of the rain on the leaves and ground.
Arya nodded and stood. I picked up the woman in a cradle style, and felt something bump my leg. Arya noticed the object and held it up and examined the green and brown bag. Her eyebrows came together in a frown.
"I have never seen this make before." She said, more to herself than me, But I silently agreed.
I suddenly strengthened the walls around my mind as I felt someone brush up against it
I heard a familiar voice and I realized it was Blodhgarm
I am sorry I startled you, Shadeslayer. But I have something of grave importance.
What is it, Blodhgarm? Arya's voice resounded as well through my mind and I realized Blodhgarm had included her in the conversation.
One of the spellcaster's is missing. None of us have seen her since the beginning of the battle. We cannot find her with magic or our link to her. I sent her with a group to protect Stronghammer, but he does not know when she went missing. Apparently the soldiers hit his group hard and fast and everything was in turmoil for a long time.
Who?
I wish it was not, but it is Lady Valada of the house of Tiran.
I felt surprise and tension flow through Arya's link. I was not surprised by her reaction, for I too was an acquaintance of Lady Valada and knew her as a formidable magician. The idea of her missing was hard to imagine.
Is it possible she was being pursued by another magician and had to run? Almost instantly, I regretted saying it.
No. She was too skilled to be frightened of one of these puny black robes. She would not have run even if she had been overpowered. Blodhgarms voice was low and even threatening. I could see his eyes flashing and his fur bristling.
Blodhgarm is right. She would not have run. But it is possible she was hit by the magic from the clearing.
I felt Blodhgarm grudgingly comply, and knew it was hard for the elf/wolf to accept that one of his spellcaster's was missing.
Blodhgarm, we have found the woman. She is unconscious, but unharmed. We are bringing her to camp. The rain is picking up once again, and I think it will be dangerous to be out in the forest much longer. Gather your spellcasters and meet us at the clearing and we will go back together.
Yes Lady Arya.
Before we cut the connection to Blodhgarm, we felt one of the spellcasters presence and heard his voice, thick with shock and sorrow
We have found Lady Valada... She... She is dead.
Arya and I froze, and looked at each other. In a leap that took us nearly five feet we sped away towards Blodhgarm, and Arya questioned the elf
Where, Kirtan?
Not far from the main of the battle to the west, in a ring of pine trees. There is a hill near as well. We found her in a small river. No more than 4 feet deep and 5½ feet wide. We are taking her out and putting her on land.
Eragon and I will be there momentarily. Blodhgarm?
I am nearly there. Came the short reply.
We quickened our pace and I was suddenly glad the woman I held was light. Not that she would have hindered my pace, but my arms would have grown tired sooner. Again, as I had many times before, I thanked the dragons for transforming me. We made it to the place Kirtan indicated and slowed to a stop beside the 11 spellcasters and I stared at the elf on the ground. Lady Valada was silver haired and clothed in grey, her beauty undiminished by the fact she was indeed dead. Her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed, which surprised me. I shifted around Blodhgarm who was kneeling beside her, and I saw the stain above her right breast. Water had not washed it away. I looked at the river and noticed how fast it was flowing.
I looked at Kirtan, who was standing a little ways away, his face dark and dangerous. When his eyes met mine I could see the hatred and anger boiling in the black depths.
"We found her over there." he indicated a ledge of rocks protruding from the river bed. "There is a hill near, as I told you, with a stone wall. There are three bodies of magician's there. We think she was cornered after being separated from Stronghammer's group and wounded there. She killed them but her wound was grave and she tried to travel but had to stop by the river. She fell on her chest and then the river began to rise. We pulled her out of an inch of water. She had not been…dead long, but long enough to be chilled by the rain and river." Kirtan looked at the woman I carried and asked
"Is this who we were searching for?"
I nodded.
"Then when she awakens, I will thank her." Kirtan must have sensed my confusion, because he looked up from the woman's face into mine
"If we had not been searching for her, we would not have found Lady Valada. Granted, we would have searched for Lady Valada when we found her missing, but I doubt we would have looked this far." One of the other protested.
"She is one of us. We would have searched until we found her."
An ominous crack ripped the air, and Kirtan bowed his head and then looked towards the river, which was still rising.
"Aye, we would have. But even now the weather is dangerous and it is a risk to all to stay here. We would not have been able to search much longer this night. And we would start when the weather permitted tomorrow, but her body would have been carried downstream."
His words sunk into my chest, and I realized he was right. A lump grew in my throat as I looked back down at Lady Valada's body and the same anger that radiated around Kirtan began building in me. The Empire, Galbatorix, was causing us to lose people such as her. A powerful yet kind woman who cared not for herself but for her race and others.
Blodhgarm stood and walked over to two young sapling trees. He began to sing, and I realized he was singing two poles from the wood. A minute later he had two fine, sturdy poles, and Kirtan and another elf surrendered their cloaks and they made a litter for the elvin lady. Laying her in it, another elf laid her cloak upon the Lady while Blodhgarm and Kirtan lifted the litter.
With the group being elves, it took us little time to reach camp, and that I was glad for.
Varden turned to look at our group and their eyes first landed on me and the woman I carried, and then on the somber elves and the litter they bore in their midst.
Roran walked up to me and indicated the woman I held
"This her?"
"Who else would I be carrying?" I shot back. I was not in the best of moods, and Roran seemed to realize it because he didn't bother retorting. He turned instead to the elves and his eyes seemed to pierce through the cloak. He turned his head back to me and I bowed my head
"Lady Valada." Roran's eyes widened and his hand came down hard on his hammer.
"Blast you, Galbatorix." He swore. "She saved all our lives, drawing off a group of magicians. It got too close for me to notice she hadn't returned. How did it happen, do you think?"
"Kirtan and the others found three bodies of magicians by one of the hills, and they found Lady Valada on the edge of a river. We think she was wounded before she killed the magicians and then died when she reached the river."
"Is she the one who screamed?"
"Screamed?" I trailed off, my memory clicking. Someone had screamed before the incident in the clearing. I looked towards the elves, who had lain a few spells around Lady Valada's body to keep the rain from touching her.
"There is a very good chance it was her, yes." I looked away and down at the woman. I wondered who she was, and how she'd gotten here, and mostly, why?
"Eragon, bring her over here." Arya motioned to a tent on the edge of the camp and Roran and I made our way over. Inside the tent it was dry and cozy, and I could feel the magic around me. To keep the tents dry the magician's had laid spells on the fabric to make them waterproof. I laid the woman down on the cot and sat on the ground beside her, my hand wiping her hair out of her face and examining her more carefully in the light.
Finding no injury whatsoever on her, I resolved to agree with Arya that she was only unconscious and would come too in a little while. I murmured a few words and her clothes and mine began to dry quickly and I drew a blanket over the woman's frame and turned to her bag. Eyeing it carefully, I looked over at Arya and Roran, who raised their eyebrows. I nodded and picked up the bag warily. Opening it, I realized the inside of the bag was dry.
I do not recognize the smell. Saphira examined thoughtfully.
Are you close? I asked, relived by her voice
I am just outside the camp. It is much too crowded for me in the camp. They should have thought of that when they set it up. You may want to stay there, Eragon. The weather is worsening, if you can imagine. By the time you are through studying her things it may be hard to make your way to your tent. Unless you fancy being hit by lightning. Saphira laughed at her own joke, and I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes.
I'll take that into consideration. I growled and returned my attention to the bag.
I merely stared at contents as I emptied the bag. I picked up an oddly shaped package as Arya did the same with another package with string and two round things connected.
We stared at the things, and then at each other. Replacing the things we observed the others. A piece of clothing, something made of leather, five little boxes and a book.
"Now what in the world is all this…junk?" I muttered, more to myself.
"I do not recognize any of these things. Except the book. That's recognizable enough. About as odd as the owner, it may seem."
I nodded absently and replaced the things in the bag and placed it by the woman.
The one thing she was missing on her was a weapon. The world in turmoil, and she carried nothing to defend herself. Unless one of the things we'd seen in the bag could be used to defend her.
I looked doubtfully at the bag.
Standing, I went to the tent flap. Saphira was right. The weather had worsened; with near constant flashes of lightning and booming thunder and buckets of rain to the point you could not see anything but the dim flashes of lightning. I looked at Arya out of the corner of my eye. She was looking at the unconscious woman and seemed to be paying attention to nothing else, but I knew she was aware of everything I did. Roran looked deep in thought, his eyes unfocused at the tent canvas.
As I began to think about staying in the tent for the duration of the storm, I nearly slapped myself. Magic was my ally was it not? So why not use it to make is way to my own tent.
Arya's fingers twitched and she looked up at me.
"I must go and see how my brethren fare. You should stay here, Eragon and make sure she does dot awaken. If she were to wake when no one was here…" she trailed off and I had to agree with her. I nodded and unbuckled my sword and armor. Setting those things aside, I sat down on the dry ground and looked up at Arya.
She smiled slightly and bowed her head, then with a few words, exited the tent.
"I should make sure the soldiers are settled." Roran commented and began to head out, then stopped and shook his head in disgust at the rain.
"I thought I'd never say this, but I actually miss Surda and bright, sunny skies. This is the worst storm I have seen since we were boys in Carvahall, remember?" I nodded in agreement. There had been a storm much like this when I was six that lasted for three whole days and when it sover you nearly sank to your ankles in mud in some places. But as boys we didn't mind that at all.
"Here." I said and said the spell that I would have used on myself if I had not been staying here. Roran nodded and left and I heard him let out a low chuckle and I guessed he thought how conveniant it was sometimes to have a magician for a brother who could keep you from being drenched.
I let out a long sigh and began to wearily check my armor. After that, I healed my injuries and when I could no longer keep my eyes open, I found another blanket and laid down on the ground. Making a mental note to only sleep a few hours and placing a few spells on the tent, I started to doze.
I'll make sure you are not disturbed, Eragon.
Thank You, Saphira.
If she should wake, I will awaken you.
Yes, Thank You.
Eragon?
Yes, Saphira?
Goodnight.
Goodnight, Saphira.
... Eragon?
What?
Sleep well.
You too.
Eragon.
Oh for cryin' out loud! I growled what now?
Never mind. Go to sleep. You wouldn't care anyways. Goodnight, little one.
Goodnight, Saphira.
I could not help but notice that she chuckled slightly before she withdrew
How much do I want to bet myself she did all that on purpose? I asked myself before my eyes drooped closed and I fell into a fitful sleep.
With a start, I awoke to the sound of rustling. Grabbing my knife I stood swiftly and looked around, extending my senses for any danger. Rain was still falling but it had slackened considerably to where it made a soft pitter patter on the tent canvas. Shaking my head, I looked over at the woman, to see she had not moved. Puzzled, I checked her pulse. It was normal, so I made myself shake off the weird feeling I'd acquired in my sleep. That something was terribly wrong and I couldn't do anything about it. Strapping on Brisingr, I left the tent and stood just outside. Soldiers were running to and fro, readying horses. A few tents were already down.
Saphira. I growled, perturbed I hadn't been woken earlier.
Hm? What?
I narrowed my eyes and looked toward were she was. So much for waking me up. I thought.
Did I wake you? I asked incredulously.
Of course not. She scoffed, and then paused well, yes, you did. The battle was hard on both of us. We deserved the rest. Don't get all huffy on me.
Sorry. I just think we should get to Aberon as soon as possible.
How is our guest? Saphira asked calmly
Still asleep. I think. She did not move at all though. Do you...do you think something's wrong?
Oh Eragon. You worry too much. Sometimes humans and even we dragons do not stir when we sleep because of exhaustion. Though I do not know if exhaustion is what is causing her to remain unconscious... but we will see.
Yes. Sort of satisfied, I walked over to Arya, who was talking with Blodhgarm.
"Eragon." She greeted and Blodhgarm bowed his head "Shadeslayer." He said. His face was blank and I wondered how hard Lady Valada's death was to him.
"How is she?" Arya asked
I sighed
"Still sleeping. She did not move last night, but nothing seems to be the matter with her. Saphira and I will carry her to Aberon, unless you have any objections."
Arya shook her head "No, I do not. It sounds like a good idea. Roran has said we will leave in the next twenty minutes. We hope to leave before then. You and Saphira will travel faster than any of us and that will be well for the woman. The sooner we know who she is, the better."
I nodded with her statement and then took my leave and went back to the tent. I donned my armor again and went out into the drizzle again to Saphira. She had slept with her saddle on and I made sure nothing was amiss. The leather was damp and I knew I had to clean it when we returned to Surda and I had enough time.
Then I found myself a small loaf of bread and quickly ate it and went to find Roran. I found him issuing orders at the edge of camp, where the tents had been packed and horses loaded.
"Eragon! How fared your night?"
"Fairly well. Yours?"
"Nothing like falling asleep to thunder and rain beating down on your tent after a battle." He grinned "I slept like a log and woke afresh. We are nearly ready to depart. I have to reprimand a few laggards, but other than that we should leave in the next five minutes. Will you and Saphira fly that woman ahead of us?"
I nodded "Aye, we will."
"Ah well then. Good flying to Saphira. Luckily the rain has slowed. Other wise I would have kept us here until it stopped. And none of us wanted to remain here any longer than we had to."
"Aye, I can see that. We will see you in Aberon, then."
"Tell Lady Nasuada we will be along. The mud may make our trip a bit harder and slower."
"I shall. Safe travels, brother."
"You as well, Brother."
Leaving Roran and the soldiers I made my way back to the tent and began to take it down. Rolling it up and packing it, I handed it over to a soldier who passed by and rolled up the bedroll and attached it to my saddlebags and with hardly any effort lifted the woman into the saddle and climbed up behind her and strapped us both into the saddle.
Ready, little one?
Aye. I'm ready.
Hold on, then.
As Saphira pumped her wings and rose from the ground, Arya's mind brushed against ours
Be safe, Eragon. Saphira. We will not be far behind. Be on the lookout for danger.
We will be safe. Saphira commented and we rose into the air. I squinted past the rain and muttered a spell, dispelling the water from my eyes and Saphira's.
Thank You. That's much better.
Roran's right. At least it let up during the night.
Yes. It should stop in a little while. We will be leaving this area shortly and entering Surda not long after. It'd be a miracle if Aberon was being rained on at this moment.
Aye it would indeed.
I could feel the warmth of the woman before me and I looked down at her face, which was wet and dripping. For the millionth time, I wondered who she was.
Stop stressing yourself, Eragon. We will learn about her in time. Wondering will not make her awaken quicker. Besides, it's best if she wakes when we've reached the city. I can only imagine what it'd be like for her to wake up in the air.
On a dragon, no less. I chuckled as she turned her head to look at me, her sapphire eye boring into me.
What's that supposed to mean? She quried, and I only shook my head. Settling into the saddle, I began to review what had happened the past evening, and how I would explain everything to Nasuada.
With only stopping once to give Saphira a break and eat a little, we made it to Aberon in the late evening. The rain had stopped long ago, in the early afternoon and the sun was starting to set. When the city came into view, I let out a breath. We had been lucky not to see or encounter Murtagh and Thorn, or any other opposition.
Lets hope our luck continues to hold. Saphira commented
Yes, we shall need all the luck we can to defeat Galbatorix.
And we will defeat him. That is why we are here.
Without words, I agreed. We were here to defeat Glabtaorix. We were here to drive him mad and then to rid the land of his poison.
Perhaps she can help. Saphira added
I hope so. Otherwise everyone will begin to wonder why she's here.
Why is she here? Saphira asked slyly, looking back at me.
Good point.
I know it was an Eragon chapter, but I thought it'd fit. Reviwes are incredibly appreciated, and advice is most welcome! Thanks for reading! Chapter three will mostly Leana, just to let you know. Hope you enjoyed it!