The Essence of Silver

by Duckett-1

Armelle is a sixteen year old girl living at the edge of Du Weldenvarden. Very little about her would be considered normal; she is half elf, and the daughter of two Dragon Riders. Her mother was killed by Morzan when she was a child and her father's dragon was killed. When Armelle finds her own dragon egg while hunting outside Osilon, she embarks on a journey with her new friends.

11. Chapter 11

Hey guys, I'm back! I know this chapter's really really short but it was really short in the book too so don't be mad at me please! The next chapter will be much longer.

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Armelle stayed with Gertrude to help her through the rest of the night, while Eragon and Katrina slept nearby to be near Garrow just in case he recovered or passed into the void that night.

Eragon entered the crowded room in a hurry, so anxious it was making Armelle shift where she stood.

Armelle stood back out of the way from the people clustered around the bed—she didn't know Garrow as well as the people native to Carvahall, and though he had always been kind to her, she did not have quite the reason to mourn the death of Eragon's uncle. He laid on the bed peacefully, redressed in nicer clothes, his hair combed and his face serene. He looked as though he were resting if it weren't for the sprig of hemlock and the silver amulet on his chest, the last gifts of the living to the dead.

Katrina was closest to the bed, with her eyes downcast and her face pale. "I had hoped to call him father one day." She said softly, sadly.

Eragon's shocked thoughts and emotions turned to bitter so strong that Armelle was almost caught off guard through his connection to her, though she understood why. That was a luxury that the man who raised him couldn't even give him. Eragon only stared at his uncle's face, and Armelle could feel the crushing weight of his grief so forcefully she wanted to cry for him, but Eragon never cried out, even as he trembled with tears slipping down his cheeks.

Armelle moved to lead him back to his room, though she was sure he didn't know who had done so.

Eragon fell onto the bed once they returned to it, and he wrapped his arms around his head to conceal his convulsing sobs.

Armelle flinched at the sound and his overwhelming grief. She had to leave the room because there was nothing she could do, and that upset her more than anything. Though she had experienced loss of her own with her mother, she hadn't lost the entirety of the family she had like the Blue Rider. She knew that it was not her place to try and console him.

As she exited the room, Eragon turned his tear-stained face to the sky and shouted, "What god would do this? Show yourself!" She slipped out of the way as people ran to Eragon's room. "He didn't deserve this!"

Elain sat beside Eragon as Armelle slipped away, tears slipping down her own cheeks in sorrow and helplessness.