Angela struggled to be able to move, she didn't know exactly how long her mind had been held by the Eldunarí; how long it had been since she'd heard her Father in her head telling her that she would live to the end of this war. But she knew that it had been long enough for her to begin to tire out from her struggle.

Finally she felt the weight on her mind lift and she shot up and ran for the entrance of the cave. She would have been out sooner; she would have left as soon as she heard the message. But the Eldunarí had refused to let her leave until the enemy and others who had been on the island were gone. Something that angered her in that moment, but she would accept as necessary later.

She was only briefly aware of the Umaroth's body less voice advising the werecat who's name she'd learned was Solembum to stay in the cave. Though she really didn't care at the moment if anyone followed her. She made it to the cave entrance and spoke quietly and lowly her true name so as no one and nothing would hear her and the door swung open.

Once she was able she ran towards where she knew her Father lay, where she had last heard his mind before the connection had been abruptly cut off in order to die without her feeling him slip away. When she reached the edge of the city she was able to spot her Father's body easily because of it's size, and she fell to her knees by the side of his head as she let out a strangled wordless yell.

Her Father was one of the last two people she had left from her childhood. And was the last person left who she really trusted, what with how 'flighty' Tenga could be. As she yelled a burst of wordless magic flew out of her in the form of a dark green colored fire. The fire only seemed to grow as she reached out to lay her hand flat against the side of her Fathers snout.

Before she turned her head away from his lifeless eyes-only to notice a sight that made her rage grow more. Large chunks of the leather from her fathers wings had been cut away. It was clear that this hadn't been done fighting, the cuts were to clean and to precise. Someone had taken it after he'd died.

She opened her mouth to let out a sting of insults at Galbatorix before closing it, a glare coming to her face as she face before she stood, cutting off the magic to the fire she'd not realized that she'd created. As she did a small figure jumped down from the high peak of a mostly crumbling wall. "The betrayer will pay for this slaughter. But time's key to any victory." She told Solembum. "Did they take the three eggs that they were meant to?" She questioned.

'Yes, all three eggs were taken.' Solembum told her. 'However, once we leave the island we wont remember about the Vault.' He reminded.

"And well we shouldn't. I don't think we should remember even being here until the time comes when the Vault is found and the war is over." Angela told Solembum; she didn't want to forget her Fathers Death. But because of the fact that they had spent the duration of the fight in the Vault then altering both of their memories so that they didn't remember being there at all would probably be best.