Sorry its been so long, I have been piled high with work and have had to wait for half term to be able to write and update my fanfic. Anyway here is the next chapter (finally). Enjoy!
Chapter 6
It had been a two months since Eragon had been taken. Arya, the Varden and the rest of the elves had reached Ellesméra and Arya had seeked the queen's council as to whether they should go to Urû'baen and rescue him. They discussed many strategies and issues in from taking a whole army to Urû'baen to sending a select few to sneak in. All issues were either that too many lives would be lost, there were no secret entrances and exits into and out of Urû'baen and Eragon wouldn't be strong enough to take on the King after torture if it came down to it. They decided to wait until Eragon made an appearance either after joining the king or being transferred to one of the Kings hideouts. Their decision was unpopular especially to the people Eragon knew and loved, but it couldn't be helped, Urû'baen's defences and the Kings power was just too strong even for the elves to take.
"We can't just leave him there!" Shouted Arya, this had been the fifth time she had tried to sneak out of Ellesméra. "What will we do if he joins the king, wait around for another dragon rider?"
"It would be pointless, you would just be captured as well" was her mother's reply, it was always her reply. Since when did she care about me? I may be her daughter but she never really cared until I was captured at Gil'ead. So why now. Of course I couldn't tell her that, two infuriated elves is never a good sign and I had blown it ages ago. So I just glare. I won't give up and she knows it.
After a long silence Islanzadí finally stood and said "You are leaving me with no choice, Blödhgarm! Escort Arya to the cells, give her whatever she asks for but don't let her escape"
Eragon woke in his cell not wanting to wake; all that follows after is sheer agony. But this time it seemed different he had woken by his self. No 'Good morning' followed by a cold bucket of water or a kick in the ribs, but silence. There was no one around. Eragon forced himself upright, ignoring the protest from his aching limbs, and walked over to the door to peer out. Still there was no one there. Perhaps they have decided to give me the day off Eragon thought hopefully. But there will never be a day off of torture until the day he died or joined the King. Whichever came first.
He turned around slowly and sat on the wooden bench underneath the window in his cell. If you could call it a window. It was more like a hole in the wall with a few bars in between the gap. Where is everyone? Surely they would have come by now. He thought Not that I'm complaining he grinned and went to lean against the wall but flinched back in a jolt of pain that travelled down his spine. The signs of his torturers were still there. Suddenly there was a clang of metal down the corridor from his cell. Eragon straightened up and stood as if he was stronger than he felt. Inside he felt weak and mentally sick. Sick of torture, sick barely eating, sick of sleep deprivation and sick of his cell. I wish I was back with the Varden, back with Saphira back with the elves, back with Arya. He sighed I wonder, does she miss me as much as I miss her? He shook his head and forced himself to look at the dark figure in front of his cell and froze.