Prolouge.
"Enter the forest dark and cold, seek the one new or old, start your journey reversed in order, all the way until begings border. See the colors that reside, follow the path that seems to hide, wander free but you will see, why this forest hid from thee. The dangers here quite are real, once you enter fate gains it's seel, never seek what isn't true, never follow the liers hue. never forget you've been told, what this forest seems to hold, your gift of life will be mine, if you wander the path of time."
The prophet had spoken again, her words were erelivent to him. He had given her the gift to see what lie in wait and all she could do was predict things that were allways prevented. He was growing restless. He wanted her to tell him something new. "I grow tired of your words that mean nothing. How can you be gifted so well to see ahead and only give useless and already known information? You can go back to your cell." The man turned his back to her and he left the room. Five people came in from there and took her off to somewhere new. What lay in the back round were two round stones. One the most pure white with no other indication upon it, and the other the deepest violet. That was the last sight before...
In the middle of the forest, in the highest of trees sat an Eagle's nest with four eggs inside. The Eagle had just swooped in and landed when Eragon passed underneath. He glanced up and saw the bird glaring at him as if to say, 'that flying reptile is a danger to my eggs!' He just went on ahead. It had been two months since the battle. He was heading north with Arya, Saphira, and Murtagh to reach Du Weldenvarden. This had not been his choice but the Varden's. He was still wounded slightly from his fight with Durza but who knew how things would plan from there. He just decided to move on and plan when he reached it. He spoke to no one about anything.
Seven Months Earlier.
"Thats good child. Thats perfect. After losing that fate ful battle. I feared it would be difficult to regain and joy. You have shown me differently. Now you must be trained in all manner
of ways. To fight, cast spells, and most of all find the missing piece to this puzzle. Find him and don't make mistakes. Do what you must to convince him, just don't reveal my truths."
Murtagh wandered along thinking about the last thing Galbatorix had told him. He had tricked him into believing that there was nothing bad about him, the Varden was evil, the dwarves and elves had been hunting him, and the dragons he had to kill were going to kill him if he didn't. He felt foolish now for believing him. So now he would fight with Eragon. His friend who had trusted him even after learning who he was.
Eight Months Earlier
"Come my daughter, there is much to do! Must'nt lose time. Take this to the Varden. Make sure if they catch you to send it to the nearest person who can proctect it. You know whom that is. Ride to the Varden and give this to them to find the next rider. Be careful."
Arya could not help but to think of the elder who had sent her to bring the egg to the Varden. She had just gotten over the effects of her containment. She was finaly back to a normal like state. She rode with only her thoughts to acompany her.
They had decided to camp just before they left the enclosure that had hidden Farthen Dur; however, they would be leaving tommorrow heading north west back to the path that Eragon and Murtagh has used to reach the dwarven city.
It was Eragons choice, he had wanted to return to Daret. The Varden had heard news that Galbatorix was sending out urgals everywhere throught Alagasia to take every city under his control. He wanted the poeple to do his bidding until he
found Eragon. They had nine days to reach the city in time to help save the people. For smaller cities the people had much less of a chance to survive. Eragon had refused to allow the people to be killed like the ones in Yuzuac had been.
So the four of them would head in that direction, Angela would meet them by the Ramr river. From there they would wind around Alagasia avoiding the King and saving the city.
Of course after they had defeated the Urgals they could not stay longer than a day. From there they would have to instantly ride out. As a diversion Angela would send three horses that knew their way to Terim to confuse Galbatorix into following them there. While they would indeed be heading North into the Spine. Eragon had chosen it because it was large enough to creat a base ground for them and was vastly feared by many people.
When the next morning came they rode quickly at an steady, but quick pace. They only stoped to eat lunch and allow the horses to rest. Each, except Eragon, had two horses. This made travel slightly quicker. Eragon rode Snowfire in the morning and in the evening he kept watch with Saphira. This continued for the first two and a half days. They reached the river on the evening of the third day.
"Hello everyone!" Angela greeted them warmly. "Glad to see you made it. In three days no less! I cannot imagin how you managed! Well Lets get a move on."
They all began to cross the river like they had done the first time.
They had gone about twelve leagues after the river and camped for the night. They only ever stayed in one camp for three hours. They rested in the peak hours of the night. When the stars and moon began to fade in the very slightest tint they went onward. On the eve of the eigth day they were close enough to the city that upon Saphira, Eragon could see the walls. They were not about to enter the city with a dragon though. They had a member of the Varden in the city, who was hopefuly at the moment making sure the city was ready for the battle. He most likely had gotten the news a few days before so they had hoped. They stoped close to the city and would enter the next morning.
When the next morning came, Saphira hid in the trees while the rest of them went into the city. There was no sign of anyone in the first two streets as they went inward they heard people talking in the center.
"What are we to do? The Urgal army will be here in less than a day! Where would we send them? How far would they get before the Urgals came and destroyed them after taking us down? Do you really think you have friends who can come? There are no riders left to help us. We are going to fight with our people in a few selected homes. We are going to defend our city and we will not flee like you say!" A man cried out and many others cheared to him.
"Please don't be fools! We have a chance to defend ourselves and this city! My friends will come and they will help us to defeat the army. You have no choice but to flea! If they stay they will be killed! They have a chance to survive if we send them away! We can send them any where, Carvahal, Yuzuac it wont matter as long as they are not here, this is the first city they will hit! We must fight them and slow them from reaching other cities as well!" The speaker had an elegant tone. By the sounds of things it was a she.
"You cannot promise us anything! All you have are your foolish words." The first speaker they heard raged back.
While they were arguing Eragon and his companions slowly made their way through the crowd to stand beside a blonde woman who seemed to be the one from the Varden. Arya rush forward and embraced her.
"We have come to help you sister. If they will not stay and fight for their city then I will." Arya spoke with soft even words. Her words struck the people. After seeing the people who chose to help her they were more reluctant to argue.
"There are only five of your friends here? Ha what can they do to help?"
For the first time in the entire adventure Eragon spoke. "Not five, six." As he said the word six Saphira landed in the middle of the small crowd. The space was just large enough for her to land with ease. The people in the crowd gasped. "We will fight the Urgal army with your help, or without. Like you've said there is one day left, so start preparing to leave or fight. Those are your only two options." He crossed his arms and stood there eyeing the people coldy, but still demanding respect in the gaze.