AN: Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. Finally, I can begin the start of the long awaited adventure. Any who, to Mr. "Unnamed" I know exactly where my story is going and don't need to be told otherwise. But on the other hand, this chapter is dedicated to you. It's longer! Enjoy!

Chapter 4:

Eragon's eyes flared open to find Godiva staring back at him.
"You're well, Eragon. When you have fully rested then we shall talk."

Days past and finally, strong and able, Eragon got up from his sickbed and began to move about. Godiva and Nkeira didn't appear to be anywhere so he went outside just to get some fresh air.

Hmm, it is about time you've woken up, little one, said the obviously irritated Saphira as she expanded her bold beautiful wings.

How long have I been ill?

Almost three weeks! You could have died, Eragon. Why do such a ridiculous stunt? Remember what Brom told you? All those who bring back the dead using their healing powers are sent to a different realm and lost shall they be forever. And I don't want you lost, my gallant comrade.

But I survived!

Barely. Saphira turned her head away from Eragon in defiance. Barely and yet you have not known the pain I have suffered. But I guess all is well…for now. You're alive and that's all that matters. However I am still baffled about your survival.

I too am baffled as well, Saphira.

"Ai! Eragon, you have woken!" sang a voice from the forests.

"Who goes there?" shouted back Eragon drawing out Zar'roc. You can never be too sure of what is real. For all Eragon knows, he could be in that very realm at this moment.

"Do you mean to harm those who have stored you back to your health? It is I! Nkeira! Alongside with my sister, Godiva. Surely your sickness has not affected your memory."

Eragon, it is they. There is no need to falter.

And Saphira was right for the two ladies he remembered from earlier emerged from the thick forest.

Nkeira dropped her basket of fruits and ran towards her fine hero. She embraced him with all her heart and tears of happiness and thankfulness sprang from her brilliant eyes.

Eragon was confused at first. He didn't know what all this meant but he let the tearing girl do as she wished. Until finally she softened her grip and released it.

"I thank you, Eragon of Carvahall," Nkeira said as she bent down to her knees. "You saved my life and suffered because of it. I was not worthy of it"

Eragon, finally understanding the situation, smiled back at her and bent down to look at her downcasted eyes. He lifted up her chin so she can look back into his eyes.

"You were worth every strength and pain I took just to lift you back. Never say otherwise."

Eragon felt his heart melt as she smiled back at him. Those eyes, he couldn't detach himself from its beauty.

"Hail, Eragon! Who knew he'd be such a romantic?"

He quickly got up and saw Godiva standing just a few inches before him and Nkeira. Embarrassed, he turned back around and into the tent.

"What now? He runs away timid because he's been exposed to my sister! No need to be ashamed, brave warrior! Many men have loved her but she was never able to love back. At least, genuinely. And I don't think she'll be able to now. So you're not the first!"

Eragon, upon hearing this, came out from the tent to confront Godiva. When he looked at her, she was somehow different. A new aroma has taken over her but he could not pinpoint exactly what.

"And why do you speak, Godiva? Is it because you are jealous?" he finally said.

Godiva took a couple of steps forward, ignoring his question.

"Last night, two persons were out here looking for you. They said their names to be Murtagh and Arya, if I have recalled correctly."

"Where are they?" Eragon asked, now deeply annoyed. That look on her face did nothing to comfort him.

She said nothing.

"What did you do to them!"

Relax Eragon, Saphira said. Can you not see that she only wants to make you mad? That image of you and her sister did a great deal on her. She isn't jealous. She is just protecting Nkeira.

And by doing so she tries to make me look like an idiot?

Eragon saw a small smile on his blue dragon's face.

Well, little one, that's the way Amnarains do to discourage people. After all, Godiva has had a tough life; that much is clear. And then yet, she is different now in a way. But no worry, I sense no harm from her.

And what about Arya and Murtagh? Eragon inquired once more.

Oh yes, them. They went out with Godiva and Nkeira in search for food. So they should be getting back soon.

They better be or I'll have Godiva's head for dinner.

Saphira surpressed a small laugh.

My, all that unnecessary anger! It makes you all the funnier, little one..

Eragon grunted.

I'm sorry, Eragon. I couldn't help it.

Paying no heed to his blue companion, Eragon spoke to Godiva once more:

"You only try to scare me with your haughtiness, who ever you are. Eragon Shadeslayer shall not yield to your stupid jokes."

Godiva simply stared at him and walked away to her tent with Nkeira trailing behind her.

oOo

"Eragon! You are finally up."

The familiar voice ran in his ears as he turned to look at his two friends coming into view.

"Murtagh! Arya!" Eragon went to greet them as they came out of the forest.

oOo

That night, Eragon and his 'crew' feasted. The only person who didn't join them in their reunion was the lonely Godiva who happened to be swallowed in her own lonesomeness. But she didn't mind, for she chose it to be that way. As she lied down on her leaf-made bed she drifted on to sleep.

'Godiva…'

A whisper came from not so far.

Godiva slowly opened her eyes only to find a tall handsome man looking back at her.

'My Lady.' he said. He brought out his hands for her to take and that she did.

'And I thought I'd never see that fair face again. I guess I thought wrong.'

'Who are you?' she asked, confused and bedazzled.

'Don't you remember? From long ago? My, my, Godiva. Don't tell me you have lost all account of me? Your master…'

'I have no master! I am my own being!'

'Pah!' the man snorted. 'You were nothing without me. Let us dance.'

And from no where an enchanting music came.

Reluctantly, Godiva took the offer and both of them were soon possessed by the power of the music. After it drifted away, Godiva began to think clearly again and was once more confused by her surroundings. She happened to now be in a large room filled with luxurious riches and a beautiful velvet rug. A large bed stood in the very middle of the room. She herself was dressed in unfamiliar clothing.

Suddenly she sensed the presence of him behind her.

'Remember, love,' the man's voice said behind her. 'Remember how we spent all those wonderful nights here together?'

Godiva felt her face burn but the man continued anyway:

'Those cherished nights I will never forget, Godiva. And I was hoping to relinquish on one more.'

Godiva felt his hands traveling up her thighs and all the way up to her breasts. At first, she gave in to his explicit touches but then soon remembered her place.

'No!' she screamed.

The man let go of her.

'What ever my lady request, I shall deliver,' he said releasing his hands from her. 'I came to ask you a favor, Godiva.'

'What is it you want?' she asked.

The man turned around with his hands joined at his back.

'It is a very serious matter. One I do not expect you to give in to but I'll ask anyway because you see, you are my only hope.' He turned back to look at her and placed both of his hands on her shoulders. 'I want you to go with that Eragon (he said 'Eragon' as if it were a disgusting bug that needed to be squashed) to Ellesmera. And then as you journey with him I want you to crush his heart and make him suffer.'

'Why?' asked Godiva, her voice shaking.

'Because he made me suffer. For that I shall make him endure pain and who else will better do the job than you?'

'Why me?'

'Never mind that, my sweet. After he suffers I want you to kill him and all his little friends. Then once that is done I want you to steal that dragon of his and give it to me.'

'How do I know where to find you?'

'Don't worry, love. Just do as I asked and you'll know. I can trust you to know.'

'Lord Damien,' Godiva whispered to herself.

The man nodded and smiled.

'You're remembering, Godiva but you will have to go now. We will meet again later."

Suddenly, Godiva's surrounding area began to blur and soon she was just in an empty black space. Out in a distance she saw and outline of a great dragon and a rider upon its back. She couldn't make out who it was but she was pretty sure it was he.

oOo

Godiva woke up on the next morning to find her sister Nkeira calling her name to wake up.

"What is it, Nkeira?" she growled through her teeth.

"Eragon has invited us to go with him on his trip to Ellesmera! It is a great honor, don't you think, sister?"

Getting up from her bed, Godiva stood up. "It is, indeed, an honor"

Godiva thought back to her dream and smiled deviously to herself. The figure of her handsome knight was carved into her head. She didn't know how she'd carry on such a task but lo! she will try nonetheless only to please him …Damien…

AN: Whooowe! That chapter was a whopper! It's not my best writing and there's lots of things I need to fix but I really didn't know how. I just needed a way to get out all this information down and I think I did it poorly. Oh, well. At least it's out and truth be told, this is the longest chapter I've ever written in any of my stories. My average amount of pages is about 2 ½ - 3 but this one is about 4 ¼ pages. Two more pages than usual. LOL! Let's just hope I stay that way or even write more! Don't worry, I'll explain later about how Eragon got separated from his crew and why he was dangling from the horse. Sorry to make you wait.

Anyway, you know the deal…

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