The foreign mind that attacked Eragon's was filled with so much hate, sadness and frustration that it took Eragon several moments before he could form a sentence in the Ancient Language.
I am a Dragon Rider! I am not Galbatorix or a follower. We're trying to overthrow him!
The attack ceased and it was replaced with an illustration. It was of an emerald green dragon the size of Glaedr with a Rider on its back.
I am Zavien, the dragon said. Eragon and Saphira introduced themselves and the Eldunarí began its questioning.
Saphira showed Zavien images of people they had met and in turn, Zavien showed them a picture of Galbatorix, right before he killed Zavien and his Rider, Zorthan.
Eragon took a sharp breath as he looked in the face of his enemy. Galbatorix had a round face, black eyes and was bald. He rode a dragon that was almost twice the size of Cyvr and solid black.
Zavien read the emotions in Eragon's thoughts. It took that madman three weeks to find us, he said proudly, and when he did, we gave him a fight that lasted four hours.
Eragon told Zavien about their time in Ellesméra and learning under Oromis and Glaedr. That is infinitely sad, the dragon remarked after Saphira told him of their deaths, they were my students.
Where is Telsy? Zavien asked, I hope death has not befallen my savior from Uru'baen.
Eragon told him what had happened that morning and just as he finished a great commotion arose from outside the tent.
Telsy must have returned! Zavien, understanding the importance, said, I have just one request, Eragon. Place me next to Glaedr's Eldunarí. I'm sure he would like someone to talk to. And I'm sure as well that Sanfiri, the silver Eldunarí, would love to talk to Glaedr, too.
Eragon fished out Glaedr's Eldunarí and the silver Eldunarí of Sanfiri. Careful not to touch either, he placed the two shining gold and silver orbs next to Zavien's. All of the Eldunari's clicked together as if magnetic and began to hum. Eragon kneeled, transfixed.
Saphira nudged him with her snout, reminding him of what was outside. Eragon jumped up, covered the Eldunarí and exited the tent.
Eragon glanced at the reddening sky, searching for the form of Cyvr. He only searched for a moment, because his eyes were drawn the flock of birds that was heading towards the camp.
Those are not birds, Saphira said quietly.
As the twenty-or-so figures approached the tents, Eragon saw they had much larger wingspans than birds. He squinted, and his advance vision showed him what was in the sky.
Light blue, red orange, lavender, yellow, leaf green, dark gray, chestnut, and purple-
Dragons!
