Powerful Gifts
By:Novicewriter
I finally got a chance to look at my map of Alagaesia, and I got it. The battle is going to go to be in Furnost. Some small place South of Uru'Bean, east of Melian. YAY. Makes me happy, I finally got a plan.
Midnight in Surda
Eragon awoke with a start, drenched in cold sweat, breathing hard.
"Saphira!" Eragon yelled without thinking
"Whats wrong little one?" asked Saphira alarmed
"Oh... god... sorry, didn't mean to wake you." replied Eragon still breathing hard
"What happened?"
"I had a nightmare. Thats all."
"It sounds as though you are trying to convince yourself more than me. What was it about?"
"I think it was the upcoming battle." now calming down
"What about it scared you so bad?"
"I wasn't scared!" retorted Eragon fiercely
"Little one, you seem to continually forget, I can feel your emotions." reminded Saphira
"I know. I saw the Varden and the empire fighting, but what scared me was what was my focus of the dream..."
"Continue Little One." chided Saphira
"I can't, it is to hard to recall. I would rather not relive it."
"I understand, Eragon, try to get back to sleep."
"Alright Saphira." Eragon broke the connection, and tried in a futile attempt to get back to sleep. After two hours of tossing and turning, Eragon got out of bed, and tried to walk down the hall. Still weak, it took a couple tries to get out the door.
Once in the hall, Eragon grasped the wall for support, and slowly made his way to the his favorite painting. It was a painting of a a path in the foothills to the beor mountains. The path just winded its way up until it disappeared. Eragon just stared at it, trying to figure out if he could see where the path led, jut by staring at it long enough. Eragon was shaken from his train of thought, (Or no thought), by the sound of great wings flapping outside of the castle.
"Saphira, is that you?" asked Eragon
"No, Little One, Thorn and Murtagh just arrived outside of the castle grounds. They are making their way in." replied Saphira
"Oh Great." thought Eragon sarcastically
Eragon wasted no time in getting back to his bedroom. The last thing that he wanted his brother to see was him staring absent mindedly at a painting in a hallway. He didn't want Murtagh to think he was sicker then he actually was.
Eragon arrived in his room, and waited there reading a scroll by candle light until his brother arrived several minutes later.
"Uh, hello Eragon." said Murtagh, "How are you... um, feeling." Murtagh could tell by the look of Eragon that the younger man hadn't eaten very much sense he had left. Eragon was thinner than usual, and was extremely pale, he almost glowed in the baby blue moonlight shining from the large window.
"I am feeling much better." replied Eragon, "Why are you here at two in the morning?"
"Nausada sent me with a letter for you." said Murtagjh, "And I have a better question, why is a sick man such as yourself up at two in the morning. I was expecting to have to wait until you woke up. Of course my job is easier this way."
"Thanks for your concern, Murtagh, but I am fine. I am certainly not sick enough to not be allowed to go to bed when I please." said Eragon, obviously annoyed with his brother's concern.
"No need to get snappy." advised Murtagh
"I am not snappy. Now, may I see this letter, that is apparently of great importance."
Murtagh handed the letter to his younger brother, and waited patiently for Eragon to read it.
"Eragon, may I ask what it says?" asked Muratgh when he saw Eragon's eyes light up, as if he had just read a joke.
"It says that she can't wait for me to come back." said Eragon still laughing
"Why is that so funny about that?" inquired Murtagh again, this time getting annoyed
"I find it funny, that she would send you of your dragon, all the way back to Surda, in the middle of the night, to give me a letter that has two sentences written on it." Eragon was still laughing when his brother picked up the letter to read it for himself.
Dear Eragon,
I am glad to hear that you are getting better. Also, your brother is being a pain, so I sent him to.
Sincerely,
Nausada
Murtagh's eyes lit when he read that he was the butt of a joke, but then just laughed right along with his younger brother.
"That wench!" yelled Murtagh still laughing, "That no good wench!"
Back at camp
"I wonder if Murtagh has discovered the joke yet?" thought Nausada to herself, "What I would do to see his face."
At that moment, a figure burst into her tent. Nausada looked up to see Arya standing over her desk livid, with anger emenating from her eyes.
"Why are you camped?" asked Arya, trying hard to contain her anger
"Because it is night. The men marched well into the night, and needed a rest." replied Nausada
"No, Galbatorix is marching day in and day out, he will be meeting us very soon if we don't do the same. We cannot have a war this close to Surda."
"Fine, but until then we shall camp tonight."
"I don't agree with you, but the elven army has marched all this way to get here in time for this battle, I guess we could use a nights rest." said Arya calming herself down
"I assume so, we will march the rest of the way without camp." agreed Nausada
"Good, Galbatorix is drawing close, we should meet him in just outside Furnost in around two days if we march straight." assured Arya
"Then, we better get some rest now."
Arya left Nausada alone in her tent, as the queen got ready for bed.
Yay, I have brought in the ultimate Mary Sue, hello Arya. Sorry, but I don't like the elf chick. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, R/R