When everybody recovered from the blinding fire, they all realized that it did no harm to them at all. Eragon looked at his skin, perfectly smooth with no burns at all.
Did you just see what I saw? asked Eragon as he gazed into the sky, hoping to see what he just saw but to no avail. The sky was perfectly dark with little stars twinkling mischievously as if making fun of him.
I believe I did little one, but if it is what I think it is, then that must mean…
Yes, the other egg has hatched and that little boy with the red hair is the other rider. Can you believe it? Another rider with us.
Yes, but is he on our side or theirs?
I don't know Saphira but I'm going to find out.
The elves were unhappy about their little misadventure but they hurried on to the forest, now as fast as possible for they were short on time. They were suppose to be there in a week and to Arya, it looks like its going to take at least a month to get there with their slow pace.
She really wished that Eragon would stop wasting time. The arriving of a new rider did tell her that something was going on. If this new rider was another one of Galbatorix's minions or ever related, this would mean terrible things for the Varden and the elves. To her, the dwarves did not care and probably will not. Sure they're helping the Varden out now but who knows when they'll turn and go back to their little holes in the mountains searching for gold. To her, treasure was the only thing on their little minds.
Arya looked irritably at Eragon, trying to talk to the other soldiers. This is going to take forever with his slow pace. Arya rode her white steed over to Eragon's brown horse. Saphira was flying overhead, acting as a scout for any intruders.
"Eragon, we need to hurry up. We have to reach there by next week and at this pace, we are falling behind. We cannot trust these desert people. We must move quickly before we are caught by Galbatorix's minions and then, we will experience death or worse," and with that, she left Eragon and went up to the other soldiers to tell them to hurry.
Faintly in his head, he heard Saphira's mocking laugh.
Not the angel you thought she was, now is she?
Your jealous Saphira. Just jealous, said an irritable Eragon to the mocking tone.
Jealous of an elf that spits insults at you. I think not, replied the laughing voice again.
Hearing the groan and the feeling of hurt, Saphira added, I am sorry. I should not have spoken like that. Don't worry. If you really like her, she will come around, sooner or later.
Thank you Saphira, said Eragon as he hurried his horse into a running pace to match that of the one Arya was setting so that they could reach their destination on time.
Eliena laughed. She really did enjoy laughing, just under her circumstances, she didn't do it too much. Emerlden looked at his rider. He agreed that she didn't laugh enough. It wasn't good for children her age to not laugh, even under the world they live in.
"Emerlden, do you think we'll ever go home?"
Go home? Go home to where Eliena?
"I don't know. Sometimes, I think I want to just walk back into the village and slink back into my bed and pull the covers over my head,"
Was the village really our home?
"I don't know. It seems like the only place that seems like home. The city definitely didn't feel like home. It never did. And besides that, there is no home for us in this world," sighed Eliena as she poked at the fire she was able to make out of a few surviving shrubs.
What about the desert? Isn't that our home?
"Um, I guess it is. I never really thought about it that way. I guess it's more like our home than anywhere else. We've lived here for so long. After I got you and then you know, with the thing and then the other thing, the desert is where we spent most of our time together. I guess it's like our little home, well actually not so little. But it's the only place we can call home," said Eliena bighting up at the idea of actually having a place that she can call her own. Of course, she did not own the desert but to her, it was the place she belonged without any rules or people chasing after her.
Except for that Eragon and those elves, thought Eliena miserably.
Yes, those elves are weird. But I don't think they'll stay here for long. They seem to be going somewhere. I think they're heading for the forest since that is where elves dwell.
"Yes, so we should change our destination, right?"
Yes. I think we should head deeper into the desert. We have our provisions. The desert is our home now. Do you still wish to see the elves?
"No I have seen enough elves. I think your right. We should head deeper into the desert. You always love the feel of the heat and I like it too. Especially now that we know how to get water," added Eliena as she let sand run through her fingers.
Ah, so you have perfected that skill. Can you do it now without tiring yourself out as much as before?
"Yes, I've been practicing. It seems I have everything under control. Although it still tires me out, it doesn't have that great of an effect on me as before," Eliena said proudly.
That's wonderful. I think we should start out tomorrow at the first light. It would give us a chance to avoid those elves and that rider.
"Sure Emerlden, we'll head out first thing tomorrow." Then with that, she banked the fire and curled up next to Emerlden. His body heat protected her from the cold desert nights.
Good night little one.
Good night, muttered Eliena.
The next morning did not agree with Eliena and Emerlden's plans. Although they left early and made good process heading deep into the desert by flying, a sandstorm soon came that forced them to land and to find shelter. Emerlden used his flame to burn the sand until a hole was created big enough for both him and Eliena. Eliena crawled in first and Emerlden surrounded her with his tough hide. Soon, they were enclosed in that hole, waiting out the rest of the sand storm.
The morning did not agree with the elves and Eragon either. They were trying to make up for lost distance so Arya made them wake early. The sun did not even rise yet as they made their way north. It was a quick pace they traveled in and soon, they had covered the distance they were suppose to travel. The sun quickly came up and made the lands a living hell. Eragon seemed to be the only one who was having trouble for the elves were still their graceful self, not showing any discomfort.
"Hurry, we must reach the forest by tomorrow. Then it will take around a week if we're lucky to reach the elven city," Arya told Eragon as they rode.
Eragon nodded, not knowing what to say in this heat. Soon Arya moved on to the front of the line to ride with the other elven soldiers. Eragon cursed himself mentally. He really did like her.
Snapping away from his thoughts, Eragon saw a cloud to the east. He had thought it would be a cloud, coming to rescue him from the heat. His eyes deceived him as the cloud moved closer. It was not a cloud at all but it was a sandstorm, heading this way. Of course, the elves' sharp eyes had already caught the sandstorm heading their way and quickly they tried to control the panicked horses who sensed the danger. Eragon called for Saphira who tried to make her way to him.
Everything happened so fast that Eragon himself did not know what was going on. First, Saphira landed and the horses got under the soft control of the elves. But they were not ready on time for the sandstorm hit next. Then all Eragon remembered was that his eyes were shut and he was blown this way and that, sometimes hitting the ground and sometimes flying into the air. It was nothing like flying with Saphira because there was no control. He did not know where the others were and although as hard as he tried, he could not communicate with Saphira.
Eragon lost conscience after a third try with Saphira and soon, there was nothing in front of him except for darkness.
Eliena and Emerlden emerged from the sandstorm unharmed, if a bit dirty. Most of Emerlden's hide was covered with sand but a few minutes of careful brushing from Eliena brought his hide back to the shining gleaming emerald green it was before.
"We should travel now. It would get dark soon and its too cold to travel in the dark," announced Eliena after she checked to see if all their stuff was safe, it was, and after she cleaned Emerlden.
Yes we should start traveling. That sandstorm really did delay us. Hope on.
With that, Eliena and Emerlden soared into the sky. Eliena loved the feeling of the wind in her long hair, which she let out of the cap she usually confined it in. It felt wonderful for the rush of cool air to sweep around her after the heat of the desert. Emerlden was right, this is their home. The sands of the desert and the blue sky. She would never leave this for anything else in the world. Home. It felt good to have a home. She never really had a home, what with being a thief and then early on, traveling from one village to another.
Eliena banished those thoughts. She was with Emerlden now and that was all that counted. She had a friend and for the first time, a family. Someone she loved was with her and no matter where they are, it will always feel like home. Emerlden felt those thoughts and flashed a smiling image to her. Home was with Emerlden and being with him is all the friends and family she needed.
What's that down there?
What down there? asked Eliena as she looked down. Her human eyes were nothing compared to the sharpness of Emerlden's.
That unconscious man, explained Emerlden as he flashed a picture of the body in the sand below them.
Should we rescue him?
I don't know. Why would a man like that be out in the desert? He should know better, he said suspiciously as he flew around in circles above the unconscious person.
He could have been caught in the sandstorm, reasoned Eliena. Come on, go down and let's help.
As you wish although we should we wary of him. Who knows what he is capable of, warned Emerlden as he started to land.
On the sands, Eliena discovered someone she did not think she would be meeting again.
"Emerlden, do you.. is he.. Eragon," she finally muttered out.
Yes, should we leave him?
"But he's hurt and who knows if those elves or that dragon of his are going to come and rescue him or even find him? And if they do, will he last before then?" Eliena said as she looked over the wounds of Eragon. He had slashes here and there, mostly from the sands. Sand is more vicious than it looks.
Then what do we do? Take him with us?
"Well is there any other way?"
Eliena could hear the sigh in his throat as Emerlden thought about it. Even though she doesn't know this Eragon, she has to help. She wasn't as cold hearted as people thought she was when she was Eliena the thief. Emerlden taught her to love and now, she was willing to help a stranger, even though she know of him, while the old Eliena would have robbed him and left him to die.
Fine, but it will be difficult to carry both of you. I think that we're just a day away from the forest. If we get there, he might recover. There is also water there, which he seems to need, pointed Emerlden at his chapped lips.
Eliena nodded in agreement and she saddled Eragon in front of her. Strapping him in place, she climbed on after him. Eliena blushed when she realized that this was the first time she was so close to a boy. Before she would either be robbing him or just killing him. But this was the first time she was so close to someone who she had no "financial" business with. Emerlden felt the blush and chuckled to himself, which made her blush more.
Lifting off, they flew for most of the afternoon and into the night. Eliena made sure that Eragon was kept warm during the cold night and didn't sleep a wink. He didn't look too good and seems to have developed sunstroke along with the cuts he was bleeding from. They weren't big cuts and most of them dried already into thick reddish blackish clots but there was a cut on his head that ran across his forehead. He must have been thrown to the ground or something.
"Hang on Eragon, we're almost there," said Eliena as she saw the tall trees of the forest looming ahead at the first light of the morning.
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Oh by the way, this is the end of the story because i dont want to write it anymore. Srry but i just hate Eragon.
LOL, APRIL FOOLS! ok, so it was a bad joke but anyways, happy april fools day. i will have a really good one cause i'm putting unwashable ink on my friend's face. And i didnt mean anything on the top. i will update regularly and i luv eragon! cant wait until the second book!
okay, so that was longer than anything i've written here. Actually it was 6 pages long but i had to cut some stuff out which will be in the next chapter cause it would have been way too long. Anyways, i hope i hav improved my writting and i hope everybody likes it. Thanks so much for the reviews, i luv u all cause i just wont write without any reviews cause to me, it would be pointless cause nobody is reading. Ok, i'm just blabbing now cause i'm really bored. Who said Spring Break was suppose to be fun? Anyways, i hope u pplz like it and u better review!