EVERYBODY LOOK OUTSIDE!
FROSTING CLOUDS!
Not really, just felt like being random.
Though there was a tornado watch over where I live.
Realize: when we ge to the Beors,
a VITAL part of my story will happen.
Lots of explanations, lots of drama.
But we're not there yet.
Let's keep going!
Also, big thanks to my older brother with his advice on
making my characters less Mary-Sue like!
Even though he dosen't care about the site at all!

The black mountain of stone occupied the horizon in before of me. Helgrind. It really lived up to it's name, there was a clear message that it was a place of death and hopelessness.

I was exhausted. For the past two days, I had been flying. I only stopped to sleep for a few hours, and that had put me way behind schedule. I could fly more than twice as fast as the dragons if I wanted to, but it was difficult to keep up.

In my exhausted state, I wouldn't be much use in the fight, but it was still important to find the others as soon as I could. Even if it meant feeling dead and nearly wanting to conk out right there in the sky. My wings ached badly, and around the joint it felt like they were on fire. My skin was windburned, my hair was tangled, and all in all, I felt like crap.

How stupid am I? This sucks. It really does. Stupid - My thoughts came to an abrupt halt as an echoing screech sounded form right in front of me. It must have been a lethrbalka, because no dragon could sound that shrill. Even so, it still was muted slightly, probably the magic hiding the entrance hid sound as well.

I headed towards the noise. There was a decent sized ledge, I dropped down. Being on my feet after so long felt weird, but the feeling didn't last long. The wall before me didn't look like an entrance, but now concentrating, I could hear foreboding screeches that came from Saphira's battle, and feel tremors in the rock, but not the sounds of Eragon and Roran. They must have been looking for Katrina already.

I walked forward silently, and put a hand up to the black stone. It went right through. I knew this was supposed to happen, but it was still a really weird effect.

I went inside. The scene before me was dusturbing and disgusting. One mangled lethrbalka corpse lay on the ground. Never having seen one in real life before, the sight almost made me vomit. It had gray skin that was torn up in a million places, a black beak, metallic blue-green blood, and smelled thirty times worse than low tide - trust me, that stinks.

But just a couple yards away, Saphira was trying to slay the second lethrbalka. I had to dodge a flailing tail, they were so close. If they had been fighting in the open, Saphira would have won easily, but because of the confined space, the nightmare creature was managing to hold it's own. It had various bitemarks and deep scratches, and Saphira was dotted with several puncture wounds from the creature's beak.

Try to get into the sky! The lethrbalka will follow you, and you will have a better chance in this fight! I shouted mentally, surprised to find the dragon's mind so open.

Onyx? Is that you? She asked. The question was strained.

No, it's freakin Islanzadi! Of course I'm Onyx. Fight the thing in the open, and hurry! I'm going to find Eragon and Roran.

They went that way. Saphira sent me a mental picture, and severed our contact.

I turned away from the vicious brawl, and ran down the correct tunnel, which was a bit larger than the others. Soon, I could see the red glow of a werelight, and heard a loud crashing noise.

i stopped about fiften feet away. One interesting-looking corpse lay on the ground. It was one of the two Ra'zac. The thing was all black, it's chest had been shattered by Roran's hammer. Just imagine a beetle creature from one of those old Star Wars movies, it looked kind of like that. But what the old movies don't show is dark blood soaking the stones, shards of shell-type-stuff mixed in with guts, the creature's last meal leaking out of it's intestines, and the smell-

"Eragon, come help me lift this door! I don't want it to fall on her." Roran said. I looked up. The crashing must have been his hammer, destroyng the hinges on Katrina's cell.

Strangely, neither of them had noticed me, but it's fair to say they must have been focused in their work.

Roran was struggling with the door to Katrina's cell. After a moment Eragon emerged from an open door. He looked around, and happened to notice me.

He sighed. "Onyx, how long have you been standing here?" Roran turned, and surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't leave his post.

"Not long. Come on, lets get Katrina out." I walked over like nothing was wrong. "And Roran, before you ask, I came because Eragon is going to do something very supid, and you will find out what that is oce we get back to the entrance.

"I still-" Roran tried to say.

"Stop trying to ask questions you will find out the aswer to in minutes. Just keep moving." Eragon rolled his eyes at that, but I knew he was glad to see me. Roran just turned back to his work.

Both of the boys managed to lift the door far enough so that it fell outward, crashig onto the pebble-strewn floor and annoucing our exact location. I didn't help because for one, this was something they obviously wanted to do by themselves.

As soon as the dark block had fallen to the floor, Roran ran inside. Eragon and I stayed at the entrance to the cell, to let the Roran and Katrina have their moment.

There was an excited gasp, "R-Roran? Is it really you?.."

I smiled. Someone had a lot of explaining to do.

Sorry it's been so long, folks.
I've been busy. Report cards came out today.
Ugh.
FCAT, Florida's state-standard test, is next week.
But that means no homework!
And more updates!
Oh, random fact I pulled from someone's fanfic
(this idea isn't mine, forgot whose fic it came from)
Edward Cullen is not a vampire, he is a fairy.
Because only faeries sparkle in the sunlight.

M'kay, untill next time!