By the time that Narssia had found Thorn and Murtagh she was starting to rethink about what she had said to Raxmon. It had been rather harsh and she had not meant for it to be as harsh as it must have sounded to him. He had to understand that she could help them out by being on the inside.

"I see you've come alone," Murtagh commented as she stopped before him and his mighty red dragon.

You should know the extent of Raxmon's injuries as your dragon dealt them to him during their fight, human, Narssia hissed in response as she hoped that she could pass for still being amnesiac although she no longer was.

When Thorn growled in response, Narssia almost smiled. She had been right with her choice of words it seemed. She sighed as she sat down before them, her eyes drifting between rider and dragon. They wanted her to return to Uru'baen and she would if only to help out the Varden. Raxmon, Saphira, and the rest of the Varden needed her help in navigating Uru'baen and she was willing to provide it if the war would be over and she could live freely with Raxmon.

Should we leave? She asked. Certainly a dragon will come and attempt to get me to stay here if we do not leave soon.

"I suppose we should," Murtagh shrugged. "Thorn, you ready?"

The red dragon nodded and his rider climbed up gracefully upon his back. Sitting himself comfortably upon Thorn's back between two ivory spines, Murtagh motioned for Narssia to stand and she did so in obedience. She was looking forward to speaking with Shruikan and it was certainly going to be interesting when they did talk.

Weaker species first, Narssia growled as she motioned Thorn forward, a slight growl rippling from her closed jaws as the red male unfolded and extended his wings, flapping them as he rose steadily from the ground with her right behind.

It would be so easy to just bite the back of his neck, she thought but kept herself in check. Murtagh and his dragon still believed that she had no memory and she wanted to keep it that way. Glancing back across the ruins of what had once been Dras-Leona, a twinge of regret struck Narssia. She was leaving behind Raxmon, her mate. He had done so much to help her while she had been amnesiac and they had even mated. What if she never . . . got back to him? What if she died in Uru'baen after Shruikan found out what she had done with Raxmon? Would he mourn her then?

Growling, Narssia tore herself from such thoughts as she sighed and returned her attention to Thorn's back as he led her away from her mate and back to one that she had never truly had real feelings for. Shruikan was nothing compared to Raxmon but he would work if she had to make it seem like they had gotten back together in order to irritate Raxmon enough to urge him to kill Shruikan. Shruikan already wanted to kill him after he had given her amnesia so why not make Raxmon want to kill Shruikan as well? A thin grin spread over Narssia's facial features as the thought sounded good enough to her. How would she get the information to Raxmon though? She could talk with him about it but he might not like the idea. That was something she would have to think of later it seemed.

Night wore into day as the two dragons traveled. They stopped quite little but long enough for her to recover some strength to were she was not shaking. If she had only been with Raxmon then they would have gone slower, Narssia thought on several occasions. Even though the journey was not long, it taxed Narssia as she had not recovered that much from the battle of Dras-Leona. By mid-day the next day Uru'baen could be seen in the distance. It's dark fortified walls bore a certain aura about the place, Narssia mused as she continued to follow Thorn without question. They landed near the spot where she had roasted the guard in her escape a little over two weeks prior, Narssia noticed as Thorn allowed Murtagh to climb down. Why was it that humans had such strong bonds with their kind? Narssia shook her head. She would never understand some human behavior even after she had seen it unfold before her.

"Follow us please," Murtagh instructed as his voice brought Narssia back to her current surroundings.

Nodding her head, the black dragoness obeyed and followed Murtagh as Thorn walked behind them. No doubt they would be going to Galbatorix, she thought angrily. She had, after all, fled without so much as a notice to the tyrant that ruled the lands in which Raxmon and herself now found themselves a part of. Shruikan would not be happy to see her either, she mused as they entered the dreary palace that made for the center of the Empire.

Passing through hallways that barely allowed for her size, Narssia wondered how Shruikan moved about in Uru'baen. He was twice her size if not three times and he was wider than she was. At least she had yet to start showing that she was pregnant so maybe they would not notice. Considering how observant Galbatorix had been when they first met, Narssia rethought what she had just figured out. He would noticed and possibly Shruikan as well if he was in there too. She would have to explain for her actions and that was not as easy as it seemed to be.

How much longer? Narssia questioned as she felt herself tremble slightly.

"Not much longer," Murtagh answered as his view never left the path before him.

Not much longer. Soon she would have to come face-to-face with both the dragon that hated her mate and the tyrant that ruled Alagaesia. Narssia took a deep breath as she felt her emotions rise sharply. There would be time for bloodshed later as now she needed to prepare herself mentally for what to say to make them believe she still was amnesiac. That in itself would be extremely hard to do but she supposed she could handle it.

Turning a corner, Murtagh came to a halt before two massive black doors. Narssia swallowed as she fought back the faintest flicker of terror that had entered her mind. She was not afraid, it would do her no good to be scared anyway. Shruikan would soon meet his end and so would Galbatorix if she worked things out right. For now she had the hard part to do but, as she stared at the doors that separated her from the tyrant king of Alagaesia, it would not be an impossible task. She could rely on Raxmon's mental support and she would take comfort that whatever happened, she could look forward to Raxmon soothing words even if they both perished from the battles to come.