Chapter 27.1
I wait for Finca to contact me. Why hasn't she? A sudden blur of white catches my eye. Finca grabs me and lifts me up by my shoulders.
We must go, she growls.
Go where? I ask.
To the Burning Plains, she answers.
The Burning Plains? What is that? Finca remains silent for most of our trip, a sign that tells me that something is wrong. When I question her about it she merely growls at me.
She finally soars over a large red field with small fires lit everywhere. We land and are met by Eragon and Saphira, who have arrived just seconds before we did. Eragon nods to me and I jump off Finca's back.
How was your flight? Saphira questions.
"Good," I answer quickly, not wanting to go into detail.
Finca growls softly and places her right forepaw between Eragon and myself. I turn and look at her. She merely turns her head toward the tents that are nearby.
I turn back around and am about to say something to Eragon and Saphira when Finca grabs me by the hood of my white cloak and lifts me off the ground.
Let me go! I growl.
She says nothing as she turns around and walks toward the tents that litter the left end of the battlefield.
Later that day, I dress for battle. After meeting with the new leader of the Varden, Nasuada, Ajihad's daughter. Turns out that Galbatorix won't stop until the Varden are beaten into submission, let him try to break us. Finca and I shall destroy him and that black dragon of his.
I turn and gaze at Finca as she enters the tent that was set up for she and I, her silver dragon armor blazing with a newfound light.
Ready? I ask.
She growls and lowers her head. She still hasn't spoken to me since we left the Crags of Tel'naeir.
This battle will not end well, Finca suddenly growls.
I blink and draw Nigar from its sheath that hangs on my white belt.
Why not? I ask.
We have another Dragon Rider, she mutters.
