Epilogue
They looked up at the statue "I can't move that" Eragon stated flatly. Angela glanced up at statue and then did a double take. She let out a slight gasp."I bet I can move it, but you have to step out of the room while I do it. Go look around, Arya is probably already waiting with instructions." Eragon sighed in exasperation and made a face. Angela smiled, gave him a pat on the shoulder and said that she would explain later.
As Eragon left the room he heard some noises coming from behind him. It sounded like Angela was moving the statue in short but rapid increments. It didn't exactly sound like she was moving a statue though. Also, noises seemed to be fading away, but he didn't have time to wonder about that.
Eragon closed the heavy stone door leading into the room and surveyed the city, it was shrouded in night. Sometimes lights would flicker in distant streets. Throughout the royal complex, torches were positioned to illuminate courtyards and large rooms. Eragon often spotted a flash of light as someone walked past a window with a torch. So, it was understandable that it took him a long time to find Arya's signal. By the time Eragon spotted her, the noises emanating from behind the door had died away. Arya was signalling by covering and uncovering a flaming torch.
When she had finished relaying the information, Eragon made his way back to the door, taking care not to loose his footing as he was very high up. Eragon walked into the room and found it to be empty. The giant statue was gone and Angela was gone. There was a note on the floor.
It read: "Yes! I've finally found it! (It wasn't the high priest's anyways.) I have to get going now, best of luck."
It was signed: Sincerely, one of the last time lords, but you can call me Angela.
Eragon couldn't make heads or tails of it, maybe he would meet her again someday.