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Chapter four

Saphira and Eragon walked in silence for two straight days. Until finally, Saphira couldn't take it. "Will you please just say something?" Eragon stopped to meet her gaze. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then decided against it and continued walking. Saphira watched him go for a few seconds weighing the effects of what she was about to do. Saphira turned around and sat down.

Eragon walked for a few more steps, and then turned around. He sighed. "Are you coming?" He asked.

Saphira looked over her shoulder at him. "Only if you quit ignoring me." She turned her head to look away again. Eragon sighed again.

"Alright." He walked up to her and sat down beside her. "But you have to promise never to use you magic again."

Saphira looked at him and thought for awhile then finally said, "I won't agree to that."

Anger flared up in Eragon. "So you're just going to get yourself killed! You can't just use magic foolishly! Did you…" Saphira slapped a hand across his mouth to keep him from yelling more.

"I said I won't agree to never using magic again. But I want you to teach me to use it properly." Eragon nodded his head and Saphira removed her hand from his mouth. "So, you'll teach me." She asked uncertain.

Eragon smiled. "Do I really have a choice?"

Saphira smiled widely and hugged him. "Thank you!" She said. Eragon had stiffened from the surprise of the hug. But once he thought he should return the hug Saphira pulled away. "Come on." She stood and set off towards the path. Once she got back to the spot where Eragon had stopped. She turned around and asked, "What?"

Eragon smiled, and then said, "Nothing." He stood and caught up with Saphira then the two completed the day's journey.

Once night had almost fallen they stopped. Eragon set down the pack and then stretched. "Ready?" He asked.

"Ready for what?" She puzzledly questioned.

"Ster risa!" He shouted and pointed his hand towards Saphira. She rose an inch off the ground. Saphira screamed and struggled against the magic. It was a good thing Eragon was right next to her for two reasons. One, because otherwise it would have sapped his energy. And two, because when Saphira struggled Eragon released the magic. Saphira came back down to Earth. She landed on her feet but her arms swung wildly and one of her arms hit Eragon in the face. That's why it's a good thing she was next to him.

Once she got her balance back she let out a deep breath. Then she turned to Eragon. "Don't you ever do that again!" She punched him in the shoulder.

Eragon rubbed his shoulder in mock hurt and said, "I asked if you were ready." Saphira rolled her eyes.

"What's my first lesson?"

"That was the lesson."

Saphira looked at him. She was getting very annoyed. "Me floating in the air was the first lesson." Eragon nodded. Saphira took a deep breath and picked up a pebble. "Ster…"

"Wait!" Eragon grabbed the pebble from her hand.

"What!" Saphira screamed angrily.

"I forgot to tell you about…"

"Find the magic in your mind and take hold of it. I know, I paid attention during Brom's lessons with you." Saphira crossed her arms. "Now, can I have my pebble back now?"

Eragon reluctantly handed back her pebble. Saphira took another deep breath and said, "Ster risa." The pebble floated slightly. But then came wobbling back down.

"Good." Eragon said like a true mentor. "Wait." Eragon said as she was about to try again. Eragon grabbed her hand and studied the palm.

"What is it?" She asked uncomfortably.

Eragon studied it for a few seconds more then dropped it. "Nothing." He said.

Saphira gave him a strange look. Then, bent down and picked up the pebble that was lying where it had dropped. "Ster risa." Saphira almost whispered. So Eragon was caught off guard when the pebble started to rise. He had been looking at the ground so when Saphira used magic he noticed that his palm was glowing just like when he used magic. But Saphira stopped the magic before he could get more than a glance at it.

"Do that again."

"What? Magic?" She asked. He nodded. So she brought the pebble up about 6 inches above her palm.

Eragon had been staring at his palm. It was glowing brightly from the magic. Eragon raised his palm towards Saphira's pebble and focused his energy on it but didn't reach for magic. The pebble started to float a little towards him and it rose to eye level. But Eragon didn't feel the slightest drained. After a moment Saphira realized that she didn't either. "Eragon?" She asked with her palm facing the pebble.

"I'm not doing it. I'm not even focusing on the pebble. All I did was lend you my energy."

"So giving energy works both ways know."

"I guess." He paused for awhile and they just kept the pebble afloat. "But our roles really have been switched, haven't they?"

Saphira laughed. "If you turn into a dragon I'm going to be seriously mad at you." Eragon laughed and Saphira joined in. After awhile of laughing they noticed that they were still keeping the pebble from falling. But their hands were much closer now.

Eragon thought about the benefits of this for awhile then finally said, "I guess if you were ever in trouble and needed energy I could lend you mine. And it looks like if you kept using magic. I would know which way to go if you needed help."

Saphira nodded and yawned. It was now night time. So they decided they would continue tomorrow. Saphira sat down in towards the edge of the campsite but close to the fire. She laid her head down and fell asleep.

Eragon sat down and poked the fire with a stick. He glanced over at Saphira. Eragon hoped they would make it to the Vardan for her sake. They were now getting close to Carvahall, Eragon's old home town and Eragon was getting excited to see his old town. Roran had decided to wait until Eragon gets back to tell him about Carvahall. But Saphira had seen it in the look on Roran's face that day he came that the small town was gone. After awhile Eragon made sure that the fire couldn't spread and went to sleep by it. But he glanced over at Saphira to see her shiver. Eragon hesitated then went to sit by her. He lay his head down on the ground just like he had three nights ago. Saphira subconsciously retreated into him. Eragon smiled with closed eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Eragon awoke to Saphira shaking him. "Come on Eragon, we have to get moving." Eragon blinked with sleepy eyes then rose to stretch. He didn't want to continue walking but then remembered that they were going back to Carvahall today. Eragon scrambled to stand and quickly got the pack from where he had left it by the fire, which was now smolder down to leave a fresh coat of ash. Eragon buried it without thinking. It was just something he had picked up while racing across Alagaesia. Eragon leaped toward the woods into the direction he knew would take him to his old town.

Saphira rushed to catch up with him. "Wait up, Eragon!" She shouted after him.

They arrived firstly in the spot where Eragon had left, the clearing that was big enough to hide a dragon in that Eragon had hoped to return to one day. Guess what? He got his wish! They arrived there around midday. "Do you mind if we stay here tonight?" Eragon asked as he set down his pack but didn't let go of the strap. Saphira shook her head. Eragon beamed from head to toe. He completely set down the pack and stretched. "Come on." He grabbed Saphira's hand and started walking towards the direction of his old farm even though he knew he would find nothing but rubble.

"Eragon, wait." Saphira said and stopped. "What if you don't like what you see?"

Eragon smiled. "I know the house and barn will be burned I only want to visit it. And then if you don't mind, I'd like to go to the town too."

"Eragon I really don't think we should go into the town. There could be Urgals or worse Ra' zac." Saphira started pulling back towards the campsite.

"Saphira you forget that the Urgals are on our side now. Remember Durza was controlling them." An: I haven't read Eldest in forever and I just now reread Eragon.

"Eragon." Saphira pleaded with her eyes. "Please."

Eragon hesitated then finally agreed. "Fine, but we have to at least go to the barn."

Saphira sighed. "If we must." She replied gravely and regretted it immediately.

Eragon started to beam again. Then he walked towards the old farm again. "Thank you, Saphira. You know how much this means to me."

They arrived at the farm in a few minutes. It was a disaster area. It looked like it had been burned down and then left to rot, which it had. The sight brought Eragon down to his knees. And a flicker of the old farm boy appeared in him.

Saphira knelt down next to him and got more grass stains on her dress. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you come."

"No, that's okay I needed to see this. This will give me the fuel for my fighting against Galbatorix." Eragon looked straight ahead and kept his dragon-rider voice coming through his mouth.

Saphira made him look her in the eye. "Nobody needs to see this. Now let's go." Saphira stood and Eragon followed. On the way back to the campsite Saphira led. That is until they came to the road that led to the village. There was smoke rising from the village.

"Come on! We have to go see what it is. It could mean someone's living there." Before Saphira could stop him Eragon was sprinting towards the town.

"Eragon, wait!" Saphira shouted but it was no use. She started running after him and calling his name but then realized that the shouting would cause unwanted attention and that the only way to get Eragon to come back would be to run the other way. So Saphira took off running in the other direction and soon Eragon noticed that Saphira wasn't following him. He glanced back to realize that she was running the other direction. Fear stabbed through him. He hated it when they were separated especially now that Saphira was human and couldn't take care of herself. So Eragon turned around and started shouting her name, but she couldn't hear him.

Suddenly, soldiers came around the bend running straight towards her. Eragon's eyes got wide and he quickly ducked back into the trees and started running full speed to Saphira under the cover of the trees. He hoped he would be able to get to her before the soldiers and make a break into the trees. One of the soldiers had seen her and he look over to his companions with a look in his eye that made Eragon get very angry.

Saphira looked over her shoulder again and failed to see the soldiers. When she didn't see the soldiers she stopped and turned all the way around so that her back was to the soldiers. They came up behind her and they planned to surround her so she couldn't get away.

Eragon watched helplessly from the trees because he was still running towards her and wasn't anywhere near her yet. But he just kept running and running.

The soldiers completely surrounded her and when the leader, who was in front of her got off his horse. Saphira's tongue loose and she was finally able to speak. Saphira screamed at the top of her lungs but she didn't call Eragon's name in fear that the soldiers would recognize it. "Help!!!" She screamed. And inside her head she screamed. Eragon! Things looked hopeless now. Eragon was now right next to Saphira but in the trees and unable to do anything. But a plan was hatching in his mind of he could just find out where they're camping he could get there before them and prevent them from getting near it. Eragon felt horrible but knew he was going to feel a lot worse if the soldiers placed one hand on Saphira.

"What's your name, pretty lady." The soldier said and both Saphira and Eragon cringed. "We don't mean to hurt you." He smiled slyly. "We just wonder why someone like you would be out on this burned out country road." Saphira took a step back when he took a step forward. "Oh, come on; don't be like that we just want to help you." He took another step forward but before she could take a step back. He grabbed her by the hips and swung her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Saphira screamed and started punching his back and kicking at him. But the soldier only brought a hand down on her knees to keep her from kicking him. He turned around and started walking toward his horse, Saphira screaming and punching all the way. About halfway to the horse he grabbed her butt and squeezed it a little. Saphira let out a yelp and took the time to kick him in the face. There came snickers from the other soldiers.

When the soldier had grabbed Eragon had felt plenty of anger. But now Eragon was furious and would feel a lot better if Saphira gave him another kick in the face, really hard.

The soldier swung Saphira on his horse then climbed up after her. They were now sitting on the saddle facing each other. Or really the soldier was sitting on the saddle and Saphira was wedged between the saddle and the horse's neck. The soldier gave her a wicked smile and before she could get off or fall off he grabbed her hands and held them under his armpit so that she couldn't move her arms or get off without the soldier getting off to. Years of horseback riding made the soldier used to having his elbow pinned at his side. The soldier enjoyed seeing her struggle with a murderous look on her face. He also enjoyed how with her arms close together it squished her breasts together, causing her cleavage to peak out from under the neckline of her dress. The soldier flashed her, another wicked smile and dug his heels in the horse's sides and they rode away in full gallop.

Eragon watched them go in anger at himself and the soldiers. How dare the soldiers treat her that way and why didn't he take that opportunity and kill them all. He stood and poked his head out of the trees to see the group of soldiers with Saphira ride away straight towards the village. I'm coming Saphira at nightfall. He said in her mind.

He felt her mentally nod and say Hurry, Eragon.