Rhunon inscribed the blades with the runes and the blades scabbards with them as well, then I said goodbye to Islingr and left on Jadea. Her saddle is very uncomfortable and bruises my legs. Note to self: find a new saddle design. Jadea agreed
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Three months later, resting more frequently due to the spring storms, we arrived back in Brom's Valley, which was under attack by creatures I've only seen once before.
"Oh no. No, no, no. This can't be happening." I muttered
"What are they?" Jade asked
"Tell you later. Right now, the riders need help." And then I jumped out of the saddle piercing the barrier in my mind and using magic to cover my body in a supernova, crashing into the ground with an explosion that killed several of the monsters. The fire had acted like a shield, so I drew my knives and attacked, stabbing one in the chest with Arklan, throwing Riclad into another's eye before retrieving it and dueling another who wielded a sword, all the while channeling an ancient spell of power. Jadea was killing these monsters by the Legion with her flames. Soon all the creatures were dead, and I killed the spell, the fatigue finally setting in. And then I saw something that set sorrow deep into my heart.
"Eragon," I shouted running over to him. He had been impaled by one of the monsters swords, through and through.
"Eragon, I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. I will die with honor now."
"No. You can't. There are more riders who need your teachings. I won't allow you to die." I shouted and delved into the barrier once more. Then I cast the only spell that I knew could save him. In the ancient language, I said: I offer my soul in return for this man's body, heart and mind to be repaired.
As he wasn't dead yet, there was still a chance the spell could save him.
Eragon glowed with a powerful light and soon stood, the only sigh that any damage had ever been dealt was the hole in his armor. That was my last sight before death took its hold on me.
That's right. I died. How am I writing this then? Well, that's another chapter.