Miantha nodded. dat was time. Balefire! She screamed in her mind, Come, quickly! A split second later, Balefire came crashing through da undagrowth, growling and tosrap his head, rarin to go.

Less than a minute later, they were up in da air, Balefire wheelsrying Miantha and Brom tentatively, trying to stay up. Brom was givin tense commands to fly right, o left, and no one was speakin. Even if Miantha had wanted to, which she dunn't, they were goin much n all fast to rap ennyway. Besides, Balefire had enough to deal wid. He was struggling wid da weight uh two people.

Approximately ten minutes later, they had arrived in Gil'ead, and dat was clear to see where da battle was wagin - fo dat was on fire. "Fool," Muttered Brom, furious. "And just how am ah supposed to see through that," He asked rhetorically. By da time Brom had finished his sentence, Balefire was hoverin above da flamin prison. Through da smoke, Miantha could dimly make out a glimpse uh Saphira's blue scales, but not much else was visible. Brom was right after all - nodin could be seen.

Miantha could feel Brom tenrap himself in front uh her, eyeballying for...for...jumping! "Brom don't you'll kill yourself!" She yelled. "I'm not about to jump, ya fool sista, if that was what ya were dinkin, I'm about to do magic," He hissed, obviously not in a real phat mood at dis point. A few moments later, a strong wind breezed in from da noth, bitter and cold, wiping away da smoke.

Miantha gasped at da wreckage she saw befoe her. Blood was spattered ova everydin, dat seemed. da elf (Miantha could not help noticing how beautiful she was, wid her long, black hair that Miantha so envied her) was nearly unconcious, but still somehow managin to find da strength to fight. Eragon was havin a face-off wid a red-haired dawg in a distant corner. Saphira and Murtagh had just spotted dem floatin above da prison. "Oi!" Murtagh called. "Come and convince Eragon that we kin GO, now that we've got da bloody elf!" Brom wasn't movin though - obviously da magic had exhausted him. Bale, ah need ya to drop Brom and ah down on da ground so ah kin rap some sense into Eragon and he kin lift Arya - she looks heavy. She commanded, and he dun so immediately. Just as Balefire lighted upon da ground, an errant soldier that Murtagh hadn't managed to decapitate shot an arrow straight at dem. Miantha shouted at Brom and Balefire, who roared, but Brom was still weary, dunn't move fast enough, and soon da wold stopped. Miantha saw da arrow stickin out uh Brom's neck, but dat dunn't quite click. In da true fashion uh da recently mournin, she fell into denial, and decided to ignoe him. "Eragon!" She shouted instead. "Get yourself ova here we need to leave now!" While she was yelling, she advanced onto da elf, who by now was slumped in a corner, unable to move. Heftin da elf up wid a grunt, Miantha flung da gogeous black-hair and its accompennying body onto Saphira, while Eragon was starin at da spot where da red-haired dawg had been. "Hurry up!" She shouted. Murtagh had aleyebally mounted Saphira and was gettin impatient; finally Miantha decided that if he wanted to be left behind, so be it, but she, Brom, Murtagh, Saphira, and that elf were goin.