Chapter 15.1
I collapse to the ground as pain rams into me like a train.
What's going on? I wonder until one thought comes to mind: Finca.
I stand up and begin to run toward the direction that she flew off in. Several hours pass and soon I'm just about crawling to reach my dragon. It's really hot out here in the desert, I feel like I'm going to end up like a piece of bacon soon. Finally I just throw my white cloak to the ground and stay in my white tunic with grayish undertones.
"Need a lift?"
This sudden voice sends my hand toward my sword.
Relax, young Tamli, Saphira's voice echoes through my mind.
"Saphira? Eragon?" I ask as I see a large sapphire dragon hovering beside me.
Eragon stretches out his hand and I grab it.
"Murtagh asked Saphira and I if we would go and get you; he said that something strange is going on with Finca," Eragon explains as Saphira carries us across the boiling hot desert.
"Strange, like what?" I ask.
He didn't explain Tamli, Saphira answers.
I grip onto the spines along Saphira's back and my mind begins to think about all the weird stuff that could have happened to Finca. My mind goes nowhere and I just end up quieting, before I can even think of anything else.
"Saphira, have you been hearing a strange voice in your head recently?" I ask suddenly.
No Tamli. Why do you ask?
"Well Finca has and I think I have too," I answer.
"You have?" Eragon asks.
"Yes, it began a few weeks ago, just as we left Das-Leona and lost Brom," I say quietly, trying not to raise up any emotions from the past few weeks following his death.
Eragon thinks for a minute.
"You said that Finca has been having them too, right?"
"Yes, that is correct. Although her mind is like . . . well it feels like she giving up hope that we will return to our world safely," I answer, turning my head away.
Saphira and Eragon both ponder my last few words as we land at Finca's side.
