A/N: Chapter three! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As I have said in the previous chapters: I do not own Eragon!
Eragon. Look over her. She seems to be severely injured. Saphira said as she had just finished up picking through his mind. I'll be flying over in a moment. I'm curious to uncover the identity of this dragon. Saphira alerted Eragon.
Eragon listened to Saphira before responding. I already knew that much. No one faints for no reason. He sourly said. Be careful. You know not of the dragon's powers.
Have faith in me, little one. Saphira firmly replied. I know I can fend for myself.
Just go. I yearn to see another dragon. Eragon quickly said.
Tend to her wounds. I can feel the pain radiating off of her. Saphira grimly said. With that statement she pulled her wings open, flapped them a few times, and took off into the forest.
Eragon's grasp around Safhrah tightened, careful not to do her any more harm. He lifted her high in the air for he didn't want to allow her to brush against the ground. Though he handled elves before her weight came as a surprise to him. Her weight didn't seem healthy. It made Eragon concerned that she had been deprived of eating privileges. With Safhrah in his arms he directed himself towards the tree line where he stumbled across an alcove.
He slipped into the alcove and muttered words in the ancient language. Once he was assured that he had placed a firm ward around the small space he knelt down. He removed his arms from under her so that she lay flatly on the ground.
His hand brushed over cheek, instantly healing the wound. A shaking hand pulled down her sleeve to examine the other wound. It seemed more serious but he healed it with much ease. After pulling her sleeve back up his hands made their way to her final wound. His eyes became widened when he glanced at the gash on her side.
It looked absolutely dreadful! What happened? He thought to himself as he stared at the gash. It was a sick greenish in shade. A foam seemed to be continually seeping from it. The area around the wound has drastically swollen and was tender to touch. I recall seeing something of this sort before. Eragon was forced to delve deeply into his mind.
Dragon saliva! That's the cure! Eragon cried out. And of course Saphira is absent the time I need her most....
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Saphira flapped her wings repeatedly at a hurried pace. She was careful to weave in and out of the broad trunk trees. A collision was the last thing she wished to experience at the moment. Her belly was as close to the ground as possible so that she could avoid the possibility of being spotted. Sapphire colored eyes focused on the objects in front of her as she quickly made her way through the forest.
Dragon...She mentally called out.
After searching through all the forest she began to circle around slowly.
Come out. I promise to behave. Saphira playfully teased.
Your senseless comments are needed naught. A grim tone boomed.
Saphira slowed her flight and snapped her head back. Her eyes gleamed with surprise as she saw the dragon with the wise tone soar towards her. He had to be no older then a few months but his size was massive! His twisted horns gleamed in the moonlight as did his magnificent purple scales. Her sapphire eyes stared absently at the twisted scar that he adorned. Saphira finally confirmed that he was a handsome dragon.
Your scar. Saphira gently said.
Nevermind it. Aren't introductions usually first? Nemwoir noted.
Forgive me. Saphira dipped her head to bow. You shall call me Saphira.
Nemwoir performed the same action. As he raised his head he spoke. Nemwoir. That is my name. He gruffly replied.
I can logically guess that you are Safhrah's companion. Saphira stated, staring curiously at the young dragon.
Yes! He instantly thought back. Tell me, Saphira, what is her condition?
Saphira admired how much he cared for his Rider. Hold on. She merged her mind with Eragon's. Instantly thoughts and images filled her mind. Nemwoir watched curiously as moments later she pulled out of his mind and back to reality. Here.
Nemwoir felt's Saphira's presence enter his mind. She poked around for a moment before allowing all the images to flow into his mind. Nemwoir sucked in each of the memories and images down. He let out an angered cry as he reared back.
What is on your mind? Saphira questioned.
Nemwoir planted his feet firmly on the ground before clicking his tongue angrily. Safhrah is severely injured. That is partly my fault. And your Rider. I don't like the way he is eying her. He snapped.
Then shall we fly back? Saphira offered.
Nemwoir left no time for an answer. He had unfolded his wings and started back towards the spot Eragon and Safhrah were located. Saphira snorted before following his actions.
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Saphira! Eragon desperately screamed in his mind. She had blocked all connection with him. Saphira! He cried out again.
Safhrah weakly cried out. "Nemwoir! Nemwoir!" Her eyes were closed tightly shut as she began to thrash violently back and forth. Eragon instantly leaped over to her and gently grasped her wrists, holding them to the ground. Edward thanked that she weakened or he might not have been able to keep her restrained as she attempted to thrash around.
Eragon felt a powerful force prodding at the barriers around his mind. He tried his hardest to keep the barriers strong but they soon wore down. Eragon, is that not your name? A gruff voice bellowed in his mind.
How did you know that? Eragon defensively asked.
Worry not, Rider. I was informed of you name by your dragon, Saphira. I contacted you to check on my Rider, Safhrah.
Eragon pieced together that Nemwoir must have been Safhrah's dragon, the one contacting him now. Her condition has worsened. Come quick if you wish to save her. He gravely replied.
I shall be there soon. Nemwoir instantly thought back.
